he looks unfazed by the attempts to constrain him. the cube is impressive, he thinks. however, his mind is going so fast that he cannot even follow his own thoughts. he thinks about his son, about her, about steve. about the bombing. about the slowly approaching panic attack.
a doctor walks in, spreading his equipment all over the table that stands metres in front of him. he doesn't pay attention to the man, his racing thoughts don't let him. he hears that the doctor is asking him questions, which is obviously why he is here. he hears his name. only she is allowed to call him james.
"my name is bucky."
once again his voice sounds like he hasn't spoken in years. he refuses to talk any further, mostly because he doesn't have her by his side to make his panic go away. he fears that if he says another word, he might not be able to stop it.
and then he hears those god damn words.
YOU ARE READING
A PURE HEART
Historia Cortaa compilation of short stories about bucky barnes. lowercase intended.
