Hard at travel

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~ Vivian
Using a map and every prayer to every god and spiritual force I could think of, I made it close to Rhode Island. It's pretty open here, far from civilization. I don't want to risk getting too close and get caught.

I wonder what the world is like, I don't even know if we won the war or if it's still going. I should probably invest in a newspaper soon.

I find a place to land, close enough to the water I can dump the plane over the cliff.

First, I look around in the plane for any supplies. Robert said he had been preparing me for three years. He had to of thought about money, food, clothes, ect.

I look under the seat, under the control panel, and by the tail fin and don't find anything.

Just as I'm about to give up looking I take a step forward and hear a creek in the floor. It's hollow. I find one the corners is lose. I pull it up and find a compartment with a duffel bag inside.

There's a gun, an extra round of bullets, protein bars, Jerky, crackers, a loaf of bread, 2 cans of soup, 4 canisters of water, flashlight, change of clothes, boots, and about one thousand dollars.

If i play my cards right I should be able to get by with this for a while.

I change, eat a couple protein bars, and drink an entire canister of water.

After I rest for a bit I decide it's time to try and dump the plane. If someone finds it all the way out here hydra could find out i escaped.

I get out setting the duffel bag on the ground and get ready to put my super strength to the test.

I push and it's surprisingly not heavy. It's gonna take a minute to get used to this.

After a few pushes I finally push it far enough and it does the rest by falling into the water down below.

I start the long walk ahead of me. I don't mind it at first though, I push myself to my limit, if i even have one.

Running faster than i ever imagined, jumping from trees, small cliffs, and rocks, not stopping to catch my breath.

I've never felt so alive.

I finally make it to a paved road and follow that for 45 minutes until I see a sign that says gas station and motel 12 miles away.

I've been walking for hours so i finally decide to stop, eat, drink water, and rest.

I got out jerky and a rip of a piece of bread to eat. I stare at it remembering the night before Bucky died. Eating our favorite meal even though Steve would argue and say it has no nutritional value. 

We talked for hours that night, just the two of us. I remember the way his breathing got nervous around me like it always did. Like i was too precious to be around.

The memory starts to become sour and my eyes start to water so I quickly shut it down and continue eating.

I decide to close my eyes for a bit and I end up falling asleep.

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"Vivian come on just jump it's not that high!" I hear Bucky say from the water.

"Yes it is and I'm not jumping!" I yell back.

"Oh for the love of-"  Bucky says swimming to shore.

"What was that!" I interrupt him.

"Nothing love a bug just flew in my mouth" he says laughing nervously.

Right a bug.

He runs up wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"Just jump you have nothing to worry about"

"I could die you know" I say being  half sarcastic and half very serious.

Bucky laughs "here I'll jump with you"

"You promise" I say.

"I promise" he says linking our pinky's together.

We stand on the edge of the cliff looking down at Steve whose already in the water and looks extra small from up here.

"One..." Bucky says.
"Two..." I say.
"Thr" Bucky starts.

I look over at him and i see him looking down. I look where he's looking and the rock around where he's stand starts to break around him.

"Vi" he says and i look up making eye contact with him when all of a sudden the cliffs breaks and he falls.

"Bucky!" I scream holding my hand out towards him.

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I wake up sweating and panting. My head is throbbing.

Those dreams are the worst. I had them while I was frozen. It's always the same. It starts with an old memory and ends with Bucky falling.

I pack up my things and start fast walking towards the motel.

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