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Der weiße Wolf, they call him. The White Wolf. It's said he runs at Captain America's heels, and his fur is as white as the snow that blankets the earth, his mouth red with the blood of German soldiers, and his eyes blue as the deepest lake.
But it's a ghost story, nothing more.
Зимний солдат, they call him. The Winter Soldier. It's said he comes in the night, and his metal arm gleams with the red star of Russia, his face is masked with a muzzle of darkness, and his eyes are black holes filled with death.
But it's a ghost story, nothing more.
They do not say he has a name. They do not say he is even human. But here is the truth: He has a name. It is whispered, shouted, written in blood and tears and graphite by slender hands. It is forgotten and yet never so. Here is another truth: He is human. He bleeds and cries and loves and oh god, is he human. Even when he is not, he is. That is the tragedy, in the end. And here is the only truth that matters, the one written on two halves of the same soul with blood and grief and tragedy: He is Steve's, and Steve is his, and they will burn the world down to keep each other safe.
Series
- Part 1 of White Wolf