the map of my heart, the landscape after cruelty (слэш)

There’s another thread of memory, one that’s as broken as everything else, but isn’t made of pain and despair, even if it connects to those things sometimes. There are warm summer days and leaning on a steady shoulder by campfire, slender fingers holding a pen and blue eyes that are sometimes too bright with fever. There’s a voice that somehow stayed the same when almost everything changed.
There is a name, and it’s not his name. It’s more important than that.
Bucky tries to piece together the threads of memory that are something other than red with blood.
Steve tries to figure out how to be Steve Rogers in this new world where everyone knows his name and no one remembers what it meant before Captain America.
They are both looking for the same thing, really.
Steve and Bucky 2015 - 2016