White | B. BARNES

Chapter 11

📍 Smithsonian Museum | January 2014

Passing by the statues with the uniforms of the heroes, he walked more in the museum coming face to face with a plaque displaying a picture of him and his biography.

He squinted, reading everything about it.

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James Buchanan Barnes

1917-1945

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He moved along, hearing everything about Steve. "Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield. Barnes is the only Howling Commando to give his life in service of his country," a narrator said in the exhibit while Bucky keeps his face hidden under a baseball cap with his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

He pursed his lips, feeling overwhelmed with everything he found out today, he exited the museum.

He walked with his head bowed in case anyone who knows him. As he was about to turn on the corner, he saw a woman with long white hair stare in front of a store.

"43201?" He whispered underneath his breath. Bucky did not know what happened to her after she jumped off the helicarrier. So, he assumed that she died.

James walked discreetly towards her. She had one hand press against the window, and she must be so entranced by what she's looking at.

He looked over her shoulder, seeing that she was staring at a doll displayed in the toy store.

"For an assassin, you sure seem oblivious of your surroundings," he whispered.

She took her hand of the window and placed it inside her jacket, "I know it was you, the moment you stopped walking."

She turned around to face him, "Glad to know you're alive."

Bucky looked around the area then brought her hair to the front.

"What are you doing?" She asked him.

He put the hood of her jacket over her head, "You suck at hiding. I'm hiding, so I can't let them know that a certain white-haired woman is with a terrorist."

She frowned at his words, "You know you're not that."

"Well, yeah. But that's not what they think," he said, making a point then slipping his hand around her waist, forcing her to walk with him.

"Come on, let's go."

"And where are you planning to take me?" She inquired.

"Bucharest," is all he said while they crossed the road.

She looked at him, "And you planned this?"

"No. I just thought of it when you were standing at the toy store."

"Thanks for asking if I wanna go," she deadpanned.

"You're welcome."

She rolled her eyes, "It's sarcasm, idiot."

"I know."

"And how are we exactly gonna get there?" She asked.

"We're going to drive from here to Alaska. Then we will hop on a ship from Anchorage to Vladivostok. We either take a train or drive from Moscow to Sochi, from Sochi we can take a ship to Romania," he explained, guiding her to the streets.