Lost And Insecure: Bucky Barnes

Prologe: Two Weeks After

I coughed in pain, looking down as I stumbled down the hallway, eyes clouded over as I looked towards the door. I had found my way back to Steve, but at a bad cost. I was still healing up from the Potomic, my left arm almost torn completely off and my right arm fixing itself out a horrible angle. Hydra had caught me a few weeks after and tried to fix me again, only this time they had messed something up and now I knew for sure I wasn't going to make it. My back throbbed in pain where it was connected to my left arm, blood soaked my clothes as the stentch of blood filled the air. I knew I needed help, but I wasn't the one to tell anyone. I looked up, landing against my left arm on the wall as I screeched in pain, colapsing to the ground as the door opened and a strangled noise of fear and surprise slipped out. With the last amount of Energy I had, I looked up and saw Steve jolt towards me, as the world with dark.

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"Your a hard man to find, soldier. But gladly and nicely that we found you... and now we are going to fix you." A doctor in white stuck a needle into the vein on my right arm, and injected a serum in there. It hurt like an ever loving bitch, burning through my body as pain erupted every where. I let out a scream, as the doctor covered my mouth with a cloth, and my eyes fell closed. I knew they were trying their best to help me, but these doctors didn't know how my handlers did this. My handlers would knock me out first, place a oxygen mask over my nose and mouth, and than go to work on me. "Just relax James... we just want to help you..." I jolted out of the darkness, and slammed him to the ground, hand wrapped around his throat as I choked him to death, glaring weakly at the camera. I pulled out the doctors gun and shot the screen, eyes narrowed as I turned and ran as best as I could, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I hid my face behind the hood, and set off to find Steve, all the time looking over my shoulder and in pain as my left arm continuously began to tear itself off my shoulder. I coughed harshly, the serum scorching through my veins still. What ever it was supposed to do, wasn't happening. I could literally feel my insides start burning and boiling inside my body, and I couldn't do anything about it. I was in so much pain and I couldn't do anything about it. I found myself stumbling down the streets of Washington DC, searching for Steve as I collapsed a few times, blacked out every few streets, escaped thugs, and found the building.

I climbed the stairs in pain as I felt along the wall, losing feelings in the bottoms of my legs. As the world began to grow darker around the edges of my sight, I coughed hard and rough into my hand, seeing blood on the metalic ridges and plates. I knew I was dying, like I said. They had fucked up on what was going to normally make me not like this, but now I was truely dying. I felt like if I didn't make it to Steve, and tell him what I ment to tell him before the train, I would die in vain. I loved him, so much and it hurt not being able to tell him. Every single day I grew hating not being able to tell him my true feelings. I love him, I crave him, I worship the ground he walks on, and now I was dying. Pain erupted up my spine, and I fell to my knees, looking up at the door at the end of the hallway. I crawled the rest of the way there, standing up as soon as I could, and took one step, falling down against the wall as I hacked up more and more blood, head hitting against the wall and door frame, hearing foot steps.