Destruction ━ Bucky Barnes [2]

01 ━ NEW LEAF

DESTRUCTION.
( chapter one. )

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Edited 12/26/2015 @5:27 PM
Edited 08/05/2016 @5:07 AM
Edited 12/01/2017 @1:58 PM

  THE COOL SENSATION OF THE wall against Andrea's back was soothing as her eyes stared blankly ahead of her. She felt empty and cold, as if everything inside of her had been taken out and replaced with ice.

Her brain, however, wasn't as frozen as the rest of her was. Instead, it was running at a hundred miles per hour, jumping from thought to thought. It left her confused.

  After the tears had subsided, there was nothing left. Not a single inclination as to what she should do. Every part of her longed to find Bucky, but each call made to the number in her phone had lead to not even a god damn voicemail.

Andrea wanted nothing more than to be able to say that she could be there for him, because he'd once been there for her.

She only wished that there were some way she could make Bucky understand. But, he was afraid─ and not just of hurting her, but of hurting anyone that might get caught in the crossfire. In all the empty spaces HYDRA had emptied out, there were vast and unknown terrors to be unleashed.

  And there was nothing the Jones woman could relate to more than the fear of losing control.

  Andy would've liked to that say she knew all this simply because she knew Bucky. But, the truth was that she didn't. Not anymore. The reason behind her intricate knowledge didn't lay in their shared past, but in their concerns instead─ because it was these same fears that made Andrea want to run as well.

Not just from the destruction HYDRA had created, but also from the friends who so desperately wanted to be let back in.

  However, unlike Andy, who knew how to─ somewhat─ tame her demons, Bucky was less capable of quieting the screaming in his head. Andrea knew how to anchor down her memories and silence them until they seemed almost nonexistent. But, the Barnes man never had that luxury.

  The Jones woman wanted to show him that there were more things to celebrate than there were to mourn. If he'd just give her the chance, Andrea knew she could help him.

Not that she really knew how to help herself.

  What a joke.

  She felt her fingers curl into fists, the pain in her chest seeming to intensify the more she thought about it. She wanted to scream─ to cry and destroy something. It would do nothing, Andy knew that. But, at the very least, it might have eased the pain.

  Tears began sliding down Andrea's face, one by one. She felt all of her frustrations fall from her shoulder as her body shook with sobs. Andy buried her head in her arms, knees tucked tight against her chest.