Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

13. Action

B U C K Y   B A R N E S

The world falls silent, a brief tiny whisper from the heavens as the rain falls like tear drops on to my skin. I don't know if I am crying or it's just the rain but the salty taste in my mouth begs to differ. A silent cry escapes me, falling to my knees, I'm being dramatic but I feel like my heart has broke in two. I don't know how I ended up at the park once again, it is like a calling to come visit the calming area in the late early morning of autumn.

The willow tree beside me, sways to the wind like a rhythmic tune playing in the air. The variety of different colours fall slowly to the ground like a slow classical motion, which causes the trees to lose its colour. My hands clutch the ground, my fist tightening around the grass, pulling at the roots as my mind flashes with the scene that took place over an hour ago.

  I walk into the apartment complex with Steve chatting beside me, I continue to listen to him as I subconsciously check the mail in our compartment. I don't know why I always check the mail box, there is always nothing there but it's the familiarity of living a normal life. I feel like the other people in the world would go to their mail box and poke out to see what lies within the box.

But when I opened it today, something shifts inside of me, almost like a giddy feeling but it drains when I see the logo on the right hand corner. The colour drains from my face, Steve's voice becoming non existent as I grab the brown parchment envelope in my now shaking hands.

I hold the envelope in between my finger tips, skimming my thumb over the engraved hydra logo. A startled gasps escapes my lips, as I fiddle about with the brown parchment. I flip it upside down. My fingers tips sliding under the paper, ripping it apart in a haste to what lies inside the envelope.

The envelope drops from my hands but not before I grabbed the usb drive between my finger tips, pulling it out as I bring it up to see Widow Seventeens transformation written in Russian on a masking tape. My hands shake as I clasp the drive around my hands fully, I feel a presence come up behind me, looking over my shoulder.

"What is it, Bucky?" Steve asked curiously.

I don't say anything but turn and plant my fist on his chest, I don't look up at him yet but when he grabs my fist on his chest, I finally look up to see him looking at me confused and worried. I drop the drive into his hand, I feel a tear bricking at the edge of my eyes as I stare into his now concerned ones.

"S-she's lost." I mumbled. "We need to help her."

"Bucky hold up- what do you mean she lost. Who's lost." Steve rambled, creasing his brows together in confusion once again.

"Daw- Sev..." I paused, wetting my bottom lip. "I think she's gone through the wiping experiment." I said in a haste, my hands tightening around Steve's shirt. "We have to find her, Stevie, we have to. I can't lose her again."

"Hey hey hey, Bucky we will. She's strong, you know she is. She'll be back to us in no time."

I nodded my head at the reassurance but it took me 70 years to find myself again, I just hope I get to her in time before they keep doing it to her over and over again. You soon forget who you were before, losing all hope of being free.

I don't know how I ended up with the usb in my hands again as I was rushed out of the apartment complex by Steve rushing me and him to Stark's building. We didn't care about the alliance of not speaking to one another due to the civil war between us several months ago. We ran with a purpose, a purpose that will somehow save my darling love.