Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

24. Seattle

Sometimes you need to let out a good cry, to stop ourselves from drowning. - unknown

W I D O W S E V E N T E E N

4.22.21.47.6205.122.3493

The coordinates that has been on my mind for the past two years when my father- who I still need to talk to about him actually being my biological father but eh he can wait another while when I am ready. I don't know why I wasn't hesitating when I was following these coordinates. For some reason I felt like I knew I had to go there to get answers.

The gravel beneath my combat boots crunch, my hand balling up the coordinates in my hands as my eyes take in the graveyard located in Seattle. My breathing quickens the further I follow the blue line on my burner phone, a fine line across my lips as I look shamelessly at every single grave stone to look who I am supposed to be looking for.

I tilt my head as I realised the blue line is guiding me towards a willow tree sitting upon a small hill with some other grave stones beside it. I take a deep breath in before letting it out softly through my nose as I carefully make my way up towards the beautiful site that someone has displayed.

On the ground laid recent flowers, possibly a week and a half old on each off the stones. My eyes take in the first two that are joint together to see John and Maria Miller engraved into the stone. My eyes flicker to the one beside it, a startled gasps escaping me when I see a name that I didn't expect to be there.

My hands rolling into a fist, dropping to my knees as my hand sticks out to run along the engraved wording, my eyes softening as tears appear on my face. My lip rolling in between my teeth, scratching at the paled skin as I felt my whole body shatter at the site. He can't be. No, he isn't.

Zayn Joesph Jenkins

10th October, 1991
13 June, 1998

A loving son, and older brother. Taken too soon, a golden heart that stopped to soon with a laughing smile at rest. It broke our hearts to see you go, God only takes the best.

"Brother." I cracked out, my other hand sticking out to run along the blue flower, a periwinkle flower surrounding shades of purple, greens and blues. The pebbled stones beneath me bare into my clothing, but I don't care to move as I continue to stare dumbly at the grave stone.

This can't be true. He isn't dead. No he couldn't be dead all these years, wouldn't I have felt it? I probably did but the amnesia made me forget, how could I forget our twin bond dying. Isn't it true when they say that a twin bond can break when one of them dies?

It seems that he was no longer here, but yet he was everywhere. I must've gaslighted myself into thinking that I didn't lose anybody else, I believed that I would see him again, doesn't change the fact that he actually isn't here in the first place. And in that moment of thought, my heart shattered into a million pieces and my whole world turned black.

Just when I thought I came here for closure, I find this. I felt like shouting, shouting at death as if he could hear me but I feel more shouting at Bucky. I know he didn't it in his own rightful mind but sitting here now with my brothers name on a stone, it broke another piece of me. 

"It c-can't be true." I muttered under my breath, my breathing stuck in my throat. Why would something like this happen to a family like ours? A part of me wants to blame Nick as he's apart of shields but I got a feeling Dreykov has had his eyes on me from the beginning for some reason.

Like he knew who my dad is, yes and possibly wanted to end shields so he took my family away from my dad so he had his shield down. All my questions though go unanswered, fears strike me with the silence. Between all this anger of Bucky and my dad and even Dreykov. They all had a part of this, they all involve in the reasons of my heartbreak, and disbelief.