Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

6. Panic attack

W I D O W   S E V E N T E E N

Days past after that night and then the morning waking up in Winter's arms, there was something different about us this time. Something that I can't describe but me telling him my story changed something between us. I feel sort of free, like the cliche brick lifted off your shoulder and that I trusted someone enough to tell them everything.

Of course me telling someone finally isn't just going to get rid of my terrors of a quick snap of my fingers, that will take time. But I feel like I am on the right path again to healing. And let's just say I've cried a lot to do me for a lifetime.

I gathered the courage to go into a shop yesterday to get a separate journal that is just for me. The other one that Steve had given me, I've placed that inside a box that I'll be using as my memory box. That diary was when I didn't knew who I was, this diary that I bought for myself is for who I am now and how I'll become a better me.

I haven't wrote anything in it yet even though there is so much that I could write but I feel like if I do write it, I'll somehow end up crying and getting into another episode. I want to write everything out, place them into words but when I see them that means there true and real in a way.

That's because it is real you dumb fuck

Shut the fuck up, Twinkles toes. I'll tell it the way I would it to be said.

Yada yada stupid.

I'm not talking to you anymore.

I blocked out my mind for a bit as I concentrate on the mission on hand. My leg bounces with the beat of the tune playing in my ears as my eyes roam the surrounding area underneath the shades upon my nose. Humming under my breath with a steady emotionless face as I stay in character.

"All right, what do you see?" Steve calls out through the radio.

"Standard beat cops... small station. Quiet street. It's a good target" Wanda states as I see her glance towards two cops leaning against their car.

"There's an ATM on the south corner, which means?" Steve questions.

"Cameras" I discreetly mumbled through the ear piece, my hand subconsciously fixing the cap on my head.

I really don't understand how we can just get away with things with only wearing a cap and glasses. I don't get it.

I shake away from thoughts as Steve rings through my ear again, "Both cross streets are on-way"

"So, compromised escape routes" Wanda answers back, her finger between her finger as she chews through my eye primal.

"That means our guy doesn't care about being seen" I inputted, my eyes sweeping around the small market. "He isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out"

"Seventeen has a point.." Steve agrees. "You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?"

"Yeah, the red one? It's cute." Wanda mentions as I rolled my eyes playfully.

"It's also bulletproof which means private security..." Natasha started through the ear piece. "..which means more guns which means more heartaches for somebody. Probably us" She exclaims, taking a sip from her coffee mug.

"You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?" Wanda questioned, bringing the tea cup to the rim of her lips.

"Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature"

"Why haven't you taken the chance to slam Sam against a tree yet, Wanda?" I muttered with a pout. Wanda chuckles through the piece as I grin when Sam starts ranting about me always bullying him.