Mother Earth ||| Bucky Barnes (2)

3 | 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞, 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

𝙰𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙰 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙵𝙵
2016, 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚜𝚒𝚡

The days passed by rather quickly, and sadly, Alexander went home with Sarah after a week of being with me. While he was here, the boy gave me such motivation and purpose to someone other than myself, and now that he was gone I became an empty shell again. The first day after he left, I stayed cooped up in my room, not finding it worth it to leave.

But I had to, and I knew it. Shuri, T'challa and the Queen Mother all are aware of my plans to leave to find Natasha, and I'm grateful that they understand.

So, on the third day of depression after Alex's departure, I spent my day packing the small backpack I've had since I was in Romania.

I hadn't opened the bag since I arrived in Wakanda. I was too scared to see what was waiting for me.

When I unzipped it, I was met with The Great Gatsby. The book I couldn't bring myself to touch. My staffs were there, along with my suit and weapons. My old Converse were still there, and I lightly smiled.

I stuffed everything important into that bag, including my pictures and the file on Viktor Domoski. Making a final decision, I put on my dragonfly necklace, and my rings from Bucky. I slipped on my bracelet from Tony and Bruce, before quickly braiding my hair.

My hearing aids were set, and I still had a colored contact in, so I was ready to face the unknown. But was I ready to leave Bucky behind?

I decided that I would have to say goodbye, at the very least. Even though if everything went to plan, he wouldn't ever know that I left. He needed to heal in cryo, and I couldn't heal with him so close, yet unreachable.

Putting my game face on, I put on a pair of jeans with a navy blue long-sleeved shirt. My Converse were on my feet, and I had my hair in a messy fishtail braid. I sauntered out of my room with my trusty backpack strapped on, on my way to Bucky's room.

I walked in, and saw him. Looking the same as he has for over a month. Peaceful. Content. Maybe even happy. Taking a deep breath, I walked over to his cylinder, placing a hand on it.

I didn't flinch at the cold, because that ice wall was the closest I could get to being with him. I couldn't help myself, I had so many things I needed to get off my chest, before I left for who knows how long.

I sighed, before I spoke to the ice. "There are so many things I want to say to you. I guess I'll start by saying that I'm sorry I haven't been here much. I'm sorry that we got framed. I'm sorry that I didn't fight harder. I'm sorry that you're stuck with me." I whispered the last part, beating myself up for everything that's gone wrong.

"I guess I just miss you. I miss everything about you. I miss knowing that you're there." I admitted, hand still firm on the glass.

I waited, as if by some miracle he would acknowledge me, that he would wake up. But he didn't. "I have to go. Nat needs me. I need to find out everything about Domoski." Pausing, I started saying the hardest part. The goodbye. "I love you, more than you know. And I'll be back, before you know it." I finished, kissing the glass lightly.

Sparing once last glance, I turned away from Bucky, only to be met with Shuri and T'challa.

They walked towards me, and I met them halfway, looking to the ground guiltily. T'challa noticed.

"You don't have to feel bad for doing what is best for your family. You will always have a home here." The King said, and I smiled.

"Thank you, truly." I stepped closer, giving the King a hug.

Once we pulled apart, Shuri attacked me into her arms, squeezing me until I couldn't breathe. "Shuri, I'll be back." I uttered out, breathing heavily.

The princess nodded, before gesturing towards Bucky. "Before we wake him up, we'll make sure that you're here." She promised, and I smiled gratefully.

I quickly grabbed my backpack and put it on, bidding farewell to the royals one last time before I left. I couldn't even look back at Bucky, because if I did, I wouldn't be able to leave. I had to look fowards. Goodbye, friends.

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I followed the plan. Discreetly leave the palace, assassin style. A jet was waiting, with the most trusted member of the Dora as its pilot, prepared to take me to Norway.

Very quickly, the jet touched down, and I was back undercover. In Wakanda, I was safe. Nothing could happen to me regarding my pending arrest. In the United States however, that was a different story. Everyone, including myself, my sister, and all of Steve's team were wanted by the government. Me, more so then them.

According to them, Bucky and I are extremely dangerous individuals. Orders are to shoot on sight.

Most people when they're wanted fugitives decide to dye their hair, cut their hair, change their accents, et cetera. Me on the other hand, refuses to dye, cut or change my hair. I have colored contacts, different clothes, and I'm not planning on being found.

I just have to get to Natasha. If I get to her, then maybe everything will be okay. She'll help me find out everything I need to know, and then I'll be able to rest. I hope.