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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The farmhouse looked abandoned. The grass around it was long and unkempt, and although there were several vehicles parked around it none of them looked like they had been used in a long time as they all had layers of undisturbed dirt on them. A large NO TRESPASSING sign at the entrance to the property had already indicated that this wasn't a welcoming place. As I drove past it slowly, I tried to see if there were any signs of anyone actually living there. About a mile down the road, I found a place to park the car that hid it from anyone else casually driving by. Opening the trunk, I unzipped the large satchel that held weapons, searching for a leg holster as I intended to make sure I was armed before I entered the house. I also attached a sheath for a knife, knowing that being prepared for surprises would improve my chances of finding what I needed at this safe house. Then I put the backpack on, as it had some food, the flashlight, a journal, and some lock picking tools that I found at another safe house. If it was truly safe, I planned to spend the night.
Carefully, I entered the property and made my way back to the house, keeping out of sight by following the row of trees that had been planted in a line. I wondered why they were planted like that but it was something I could think about later. Finally, I got to a place where I could observe the house and determine if there was anyone inside. The last place I found did have someone who tried to take me into custody with a syringe. I turned it on them instead and watched as it knocked them out instantly. There weren't many things that could knock me out. I knew that because they often complained about me waking up too soon at the Ideal Federal Savings Bank facility. If they had the titanium restraints then all they would need is a few minutes of me being unconscious for them to immobilize me. I wasn't ever going to let that happen again.
For some time I watched the farmhouse until I was satisfied it was empty. Carefully I went up the steps to the door and took the backpack off, opening it to take out the lock picking kit. Placing the two picks into the lock I tried to use the one to find the sections of the lock to manipulate into place but it kept slipping back and I realized after some time that it might have been designed that way. A sound from above my head got my attention and I saw a small video camera turning towards me. Jumping up I tore it out and realized that I had little time now. Someone knew I was here.
I wrapped my jacket around my metal hand and punched quickly through the window of the safe house. Reaching through the broken window I unlocked it and slid it up then carefully climbed in, shaking the glass out of my jacket after I did so. It smelled musty in the empty place, confirming it hadn't been used for a long time. According to the list that the mercenary in Washington gave me there should be money, weapons and passports in this house. I just had to find them.
Taking the flashlight out of my backpack I turned it on and began looking for a likely place for a safe. I found it in the kitchen, of all places. I noticed scrape marks on the floor in front of the fridge, indicating it had been pulled out and pushed back in multiple times. Pulling it out this time I saw the panel on the wall and opened it, revealing a safe. Taking aim I punched the door repeatedly with my metal fist until the dial mechanism fell off. Reaching inside I was able to manipulate the locking mechanism into opening and found a treasure trove of documents and money. Without delay I piled them all into the backpack, then I exited through the broken window and ran back to the car. Quickly I took the holster and sheath off, tossing them into the trunk then I started the car and drove. After an hour I saw a sign for a motel and pulled in. Paying cash for a room I parked the car in front of it, took everything out and placed it in the room, then I parked the car down the road, walking back. I don't really know why I did that; it just seemed like the right thing to do.
