A PURE HEART

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he hates crowded spaces. everything he's ever done, everything that he remembers, nothing of it has happened in particularly crowded spaces. streets, parks maybe but never museums. he constantly has to remind himself that he is safe or else he might snap.

he walks through the people, head downcast and his hands hidden in the pockets of his jacket. other people look at the walls and read the texts written on them or look at the pictures on the walls but he doesn't. this is new for him, he doesn't remember ever being in a museum. he knows that what he's doing is dangerous. more for him than the people surrounding him but who knows? in his experience, situations can escalate faster than one would expect.

finally, he reaches the section of the museum that he has been looking for ever since he walked in. he stops in front of the info board that holds all the information about a specific war hero. his own face looks like the face that is displayed next to the text about the war hero but the name sounds strange. bucky barnes.