Mother Earth ||| Bucky Barnes (2)

14 | 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧

𝙰𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙰 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙵𝙵
2016, 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚜𝚒𝚡

I had set my priorities. Get to St. Petersburg to retrieve my backpack. Get to Iowa to visit Clint and his family, because he's on house arrest. Get to New York City, to see Sarah and her son.

The problem was, I was a global fugitive, so transportation was difficult. I hotwired a car, and that was my ride to St. Petersburg. The rest would follow.

I heard the sounds of Melina's pigs before I saw her house. I felt bad for them, so when I arrived, I made sure to feed them, even though I'm sure they were able to feed themselves.

Pig Alexei really liked me, which I thought was cute. I pulled myself away from all of the pigs, and focused on getting inside.

My backpack was right where I left it, on the floor in the kitchen. I took it in my hands, before going into Melina's bathroom.

I took off my dirty white suit and green vest, taking my rings out of the pockets before I did so. I figured that I took my rings out when I was Terror, thus explaining why they were in different pockets. I put my rings on their proper fingers, before leaving my dragonfly necklace on.

I didn't exactly know what I did as Terror, but I wasn't too keen on finding out. That chapter was closed, I hoped forever.

I changed into a pair of leggings and a grey shirt, pulling a grey sweatshirt over it. What can I say, I really liked grey.

I took my braids that I did as Terror out, and brushed through my hair. Going simple, I put it in a low ponytail.

I slipped on my running sneakers, not wanting to wear my Converse. It's quite amazing everything that can fit in my backpack. I'm like Mary Poppins.

There it was, one simple joke and I was back to thinking of Bucky. Mary Poppins got Bucky so confused when we first watched it, it was adorable. He told me that I reminded him of Bert, because I was always cheering everybody up.

I put my hands on the counter, leaning on to it. I took a shaky breath, at the thought of Bucky alone in cryo-freeze. I felt really guilty for leaving him. What if he was awake and waiting for me? What if something happened?

I couldn't think like that any longer. What Bucky needed was for me to hold on a little longer, until I could be in Wakanda.

I turned off the light in the bathroom and walked to the kitchen to find it fully stocked. I grabbed water bottles, soups, instant noodles, snacks, the like. From Melina's weapon room, I grabbed a few guns, a knife, and a new set of staffs that she had. I felt like I was intruding staying in this house, so I left as soon as I could, once everything was packed in my backpack. On to the next.

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The Barton Farmhouse. Waverly, Iowa. The perfect place to lay low, if only for a night. I couldn't expose Clint and his family to the government because I was here.

Feeling eyes on me as I walked from the second hot wired car I had parked a half mile away, I made sure to discreetly enter Clint's hiuse through the back door. By discreetly, I mean picking the lock, accidentally breaking it, fixing it, and locking it again.

Once I entered, I put my backpack on the couch, grabbing my knife just as a precaution. I decided to make myself some toast while I waited for one of the five Bartons to show up. In the kitchen, I found bread, and I found strawberry jam. Considering that I hadn't had proper food since I left Wakanda, I figured that four pieces was enough.