Plums | B. Barnes

~Bucharest~

3 Months Later
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"My name is...James Buchanan Barnes..." Bucky whispers to himself staring down at his notebook. His journaling is something he's taken very seriously since arriving in Bucharest, Romania.

Bucky owned three journals by now and all of them served a different purpose.

Journal one, was only for memories from his past that came to his mind. He jotted every single memory down in fear of forgetting.

Journal two, was more of an educational journal, everything he learned during his time in Romania went straight into that journal.

Journal 3...Journal 3 was more for him, and his sanity. It was Therapy for him. Everything from his best days to his worst days was recorded in the third journal and in a way, it helped him to free his mind of the horrible curse put on him by HYDRA.

Bucky quickly discovered that writing is the one thing that made him feel human.

Did using Journal 3 help him to forget about what had happened to him when Hydra still had a hold of him? Not necessarily. It helped him to become more stable, and to be able to analyze his thoughts and emotions and organize them in a more orderly fashion, needless to say, he has definitely benefit a lot in the past 3 months by utilizing Journal 3.

Time would only tell how long this hiding place would last, but this is one that he had grown to like. Bucky had finally started to feel as though he found a place where he feels established.

He had lived in the top floor of a condemned apartment and made it into his own, he spends a majority of his time in the library trying to become more familiar with Romanian customs and culture, he really felt like he was making a life for himself in Romania.

Now that he has made it to Bucharest, his next step was to figure out his life and most importantly learn more about the life that was stolen from him by Hydra. The poster of himself that he had seen in that museum back in Washington DC had still stained his mind. He still couldn't believe that he used to be a war hero, and Hydra took everything that he used to be and used it for evil.

He was in the middle of going back through his memories when the sound of children laughing and playing distracted him on his way to the bus stop.

He followed the sound of the innocent laughter and of course the sound led him to the bus stop where he saw a couple of neighborhood children playing on the sidewalk a few feet away.

A couple kids from the group had been jumping rope, playing double Dutch and a couple of the younger boys and girls had been off to the side drawing with chalk and the sight brought a smile to Bucky's face, he kind of remembered a time where life was that simple for him and even as an adult he wished he could experience that level of Peace.

As an unstable 100-year old man Peace didn't come easy to him, however he was willing to learn what it would take to be at peace.

For a second Bucky looked down at his notebook and tried to write down something he remembered, when all of sudden he heard the children's Peace being disturbed.

He looked up from his notebook and saw two older men picking a fight with the children.

One man had been stomping on the Children's chalk pieces while the others had been taking away their outdoor toys, like balls, frisbees, and cars and Bucky just couldn't understand, why them? Why not pick a fight with him instead?

"Are these guys serious?" Bucky Mumbles under his breath. If there's anything Bucky truly hated, it was a Bully.

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