A series of one shot chapters about Bucky Barnes mostly told in the first person by different people. Stories will reflect different times in the life of James Buchanan Barnes. This is PG rated and any sexual content will be kept to a minimum.
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Present day
Nothing was said for some time between me and Sam as he drove in the dark to the storage locker where I kept my weapons. Both of us were a little irritated about being texted for a mission right in the middle of a social occasion. I was mid kiss with my new girlfriend, June, after just asking if I could spend the night for the first time, while Sam was about to kiss her friend, Ingrid. When Sam cleared his throat, I finally spoke.
"I like her, a lot. She makes feel me good."
"I noticed," replied my partner. "June is a special lady. You've been sharing your file with her, haven't you?"
"Yeah, nothing about me should be a secret, not if she's ...."
My voice trailed off, but Sam knew what I was going to say. If she was the one, I wanted her to know everything about me. It was important that the people I cared about knew what really happened to me. Keeping things secret had kept me a prisoner for so long.
"Where are you at on your file?"
"Where I fell," I replied. "She read Steve's report." I looked sideways at Sam. "She had much the same reaction as you had. Said he abandoned me. I defended him but I'm beginning to understand why you weren't happy with his decision."
"After all he ... we went through to find you, keep you from being arrested, and get you help it just seemed like a quick decision on his part to leave just after you and I reappeared," said Sam. "Now mind you, I'm willing to accept that he had five years to come to that decision during the Blip, time we didn't have or were aware of. To him, it took a long time to realize he would happier back in the 1940s. To us, it was a matter of days."
I was almost about to tell him that Steve went back for more than one reason then decided against it. It obviously hadn't worked as I still went through all the shit I did, not able to get away from HYDRA until Steve and I fought at the Triskelion. There was a memory of a woman in Siberia telling me we had been betrayed and I had to kill her, on Zola's order. Would I tell Sam, or June, about that? Sighing, I put the thought out of my head. Not yet, perhaps not ever, but I would consider it later.
He pulled up to the gate of the storage units and inputted the code, then drove through the open gate to the storage locker. I unlocked it and lifted the gate, turning on the light. Entering the code on the footlocker where I kept my weapons, I chose several firearms and knives, plus the harnesses and sheaths I would need to hold them. Sam smirked at the care I took in my choices, but he knew I had my own preferences. Many of them were weapons I used for years as the Winter Soldier. As much I hated being that person, they were the only things I really kept from that time, liking the familiarity and ease with which the implements fit my needs. For all they put me through HYDRA did give me superior tools to work with. I pulled my spare working uniform out as well, the blue leather jacket with the removable sleeve, black singlet, the black tactical pants with pockets to store magazines, zip ties, and anything else I deemed necessary, with my black combat boots completing the "ensemble." Packing all of it in a large satchel I relocked the footlocker, turned off the light, secured the storage locker and put the bag in the back of Sam's truck.
