“Naw,” Steve says, “this is a fairytale, not Greek tragedy, you haven’t died yet. Just a little curse, is all. You know what you’ve gotta do?“
"What we’ve gotta do,” Bucky agrees, “it is a Gordian knot, and I know what to do with those. And you were wrong about one thing."
"Was I?” Steve smiles, and Bucky nods.
“You know my name,” he says, looks at Steve, because he can’t look away, “it was always gonna be you, Steve.”
Teen, post-Civil War. There’s truth in dreams, even (or especially) the fairy tale ones… This is the story of how Bucky wakes up. I heart this fic so much!