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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It had been several days since Bucky Barnes crossed the Atlantic as a paying passenger on a cargo ship. So far, cutting his hair and keeping his face shaved had been enough to make him look different from the images being shared in the media. Those images, taken mostly from the battle with Steve at the Triskelion showed him in his Winter Soldier gear, complete with the longer hair, and unshaven face. His new look, combined with the German passport showing him with shorter hair and no beard had resulted in no issues while travelling. Since disembarking at Civitavecchia Bucky travelled across Italy, starting with buying a train ticket to Rome from the port. With the help of an older American couple who he helped with their luggage on the train to Rome he learned about the ferries that left the port of Ancona, on the coast of the Adriatic Sea, bound for Croatia, settling on taking a ferry to Split. He hadn't decided where exactly he was going after that, but the Eastern European countries seemed to be the best fit for him. As he talked more to the older couple, they told him he could easily afford to live in Serbia or Romania but with the latter now a member of the European Union there would be more opportunities for employment for a German citizen. In their opinion it was also a much safer country, with less unrest. Considering that he apparently knew the Romanian language just by looking at some pictures they shared from their phones, and understanding the signage, Bucky decided that country would be his destination. He just had to get there.
Once he arrived in Rome, he inquired at the ticket office about the next train to Ancona and asked if he could purchase his ferry ticket through them. The fastest trains took about three and a half hours, with several scheduled per day. He had just missed the most recent one with the next one set to leave in three hours. Smiling kindly at the ticket agent he paid cash for his train ticket then was directed to where he could wait with his luggage. Normally they wouldn't sell him a ferry ticket but because he had no phone the agent did it for him, putting it on her credit card. He gave her extra cash for the favour. Before he left the window the agent warned him about pickpockets, con artists, and not to leave his luggage unattended. Taking the warning seriously Bucky took his luggage with him into the bathroom, using the facilities then making sure his notebooks, money and passport were in the backpack. He also packed a change of clothing into it, rolling the clothes up so they would fit. Looking at the other passports that were in the backpack he decided to get rid of them and tore them up into little pieces, flushing them down the toilet. Heading back down into the waiting area he watched the boards constantly to see when his train would arrive from the coast, wanting to be ready to board for the return trip.
As the waiting area began to fill up with more passengers arriving, he had to accept that he would be sitting close to other people. It was a little unnerving for him at first as crowds made him uncomfortable but eventually the announcement was made that boarding could begin and the gate to the track was opened. Standing in line with the others he showed his ticket and was directed to where his car was. After showing his ticket once more he boarded and was told that his larger bag had to be left in a common area along with everyone else's luggage. He was allowed to bring his backpack with him and put it under his seat.
