Mother Earth ||| Bucky Barnes (2)

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈: 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬

𝙰𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙰 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙵𝙵
2016, 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚜𝚒𝚡

Alone. That's what I feel. Fear. That's what's on my mind. Darkness. That's all I see.

My light at the end of the tunnel, my pal, my buddy, my Bucky, is gone. He's not dead, but he's stuck in a world I can't survive in. My best friend, my protector, my Natasha, is on the run. Along with everybody else.

I haven't seen Natasha since she helped at the airport. That was a month ago. I haven't left Wakanda since I arrived.

I've barely seen Bucky, I can't. After was placed back in cryo, I sat alone, waiting for anything. Any update, any development, but not yet.

Eventually, Shuri convinced me to eat, and she fixed my dislocated shoulder with her technology. King T'challa apologized an excessive amount of times for the marks he left on my face, as well as trying to kill me multiple times. My body healed from the fights and the prison treatment fairly well, but my mind hasn't healed.

Phil Coulson is alive, but he can't see me, because it would draw suspicion. I talked to Sarah Scott-Andrews once, but I don't know if she can come see me. Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Vision and Wanda Maximoff are all running. Clint Barton and Scott Lang are on house arrest.

And I'm here, right where they left me, waiting for someone to save me. Or end me. Either or.

The file that I spent my days translating and meticulously studying gave me dead end after dead end. Viktor Domoski is a Russian man, who is a notorious follower of the Red Room. Rumor has it, he manipulates women into falling in love with him, gets them pregnant, kills them once the child is born, and sells the girls into human trafficking. He kills the boys, because his need is girls.

Most of the girls end up like me and Natasha, slaves to the Red Room. Allegedly, Viktor Domoski was after me, and had something to do with my past, but I wouldn't know. I tried getting my memories from my childhood back, but not when a genius like Shuri knows how.

Viktor Domoski, come and get me, because I'm in the mood to get back into being a agent, or a soldier. I'm not used to sitting on the sidelines, look where I ended up.

Fighting for myself is the only way I've made it this far, and I'm not planning on stopping now.

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I didn't have a house in Wakanda, I lived in the palace as a friend to the King and Princess. Mainly, I just stayed in my room, because if I saw Bucky for too long, I would break down.

It hurts too much to visit him, because every time I do, it reminds me of everything we can't have.

Everytime I look at the small ring on my left finger, I'm reminded of our future, and how I don't know if we'll get one again.

Everytime I think of my Godson, Alexander, I'm reminded that I can never have children, and it makes my stomach churn.

Pretty much everytime I do anything,  I'm sent three steps back. Progress is not a thing right now, as I can't motivate myself to do anything, let alone have hope.

Hope is a dangerous thing, not a lot of people know that. When you hope for something, and it doesn't happen, you feel twice as bad.