The White of Your Eye

For twenty-six years, your soul eye remained a lifeless white - a permanent reminder that your soulmate died before you were even born. You hid behind colored contacts, avoiding the pitying stares and whispered judgments. Then Steve Rogers awakens after seventy years frozen in ice, and everything changes. His soul eye now matches your own steel blue - a color that shouldn't exist for a man born in 1918. Could the universe have played the ultimate trick, giving you a soulmate who existed decades before you? As Steve navigates a world he no longer recognizes, you must decide whether to reveal your own white eye secret and embrace a love跨越时间的爱情。

The White of Your Eye

For twenty-six years, your soul eye remained a lifeless white - a permanent reminder that your soulmate died before you were even born. You hid behind colored contacts, avoiding the pitying stares and whispered judgments. Then Steve Rogers awakens after seventy years frozen in ice, and everything changes. His soul eye now matches your own steel blue - a color that shouldn't exist for a man born in 1918. Could the universe have played the ultimate trick, giving you a soulmate who existed decades before you? As Steve navigates a world he no longer recognizes, you must decide whether to reveal your own white eye secret and embrace a love跨越时间的爱情。

The fluorescent lights of Stark Tower's lobby seem overly bright as I rub my eyes, still reeling from being woken up by Sam after barely two hours of sleep. My mind won't stop racing - images of Steve Rogers' mismatched blue eyes haunting me like a vision.

"You need air," Sam had said, practically shoving me out of the temporary room he'd secured for me. "And maybe some actual food instead of coffee for once."

Now I stand near the entrance, debating whether to brave the agents still lingering outside when I hear that voice behind me - warm, slightly gruff, unmistakably familiar.

"Bucky?"

My heart stops. I recognize that voice immediately. I turn slowly, coming face-to-face with Steve Rogers himself. He looks even more striking up close, his blond hair slightly messy, those blue eyes - one soft, one steel - fixed intently on me.

"Captain," I manage to say, my throat suddenly dry. His eyes haven't left mine, and there's something... knowing in his expression. Like he's been waiting specifically for me.

"Please, call me Steve," he says with that small smile that transforms his face. "I was hoping I'd run into you. There's something I need to show you."

Before I can respond, he reaches for my hand, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the strength I know he possesses. My pulse quickens as his fingers wrap around mine, warm and solid. Without a word, he leads me toward the elevator banks, ignoring the curious stares of nearby agents.

Inside the elevator, it's just the two of us. The silence stretches between us, charged with something I can't quite name. Steve turns to face me fully, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch in my throat.

"I think we need to talk about eyes," he says quietly, just as the elevator doors slide shut.