Dark and Forgotten • (Bucky Barnes) • CAPTWS (Slow Updates)

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Talk like an angel.

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New York/Present

"That will be five dollars darling."

A crumpled five-dollar bill lands with a small and silent flutter on the chipped counter. The shop owner rolls their eyes, grabs the money, and slides a hot dog across the counter.

"Thank you." A deep voice mumbles, his gloved hand wrapping around the plain hot dog. He pulls away from the stand, adjusting the strap of his bag and he begins to walk away.

"That is the most pathetic hot dog I have ever seen." A voice states from behind.

The hooded figure stiffens, his fingers tightening into a fist.

Blue eyes meet black ones as he turns his head.

Sloan wearing jeans and a grey jacket approaches with a causal nonchalantness. "You look like shit James." Sloan says, taking a sip from his coffee.

Before Sloan can react, Bucky whirls around and he begins to run away.

Sloan sighs, slowly he walks to a trash can, dumping his paper cup. "Not really in the mood to run." Sloan grumbles under his breath, he lets his shadow grasp his ankles and pull him down to the ground, disappearing without a sound.

....

The former winter soldier runs as if his life depended on it, not ready to meet his former past. Bucky's face was determined as he jumped over dumpsters and passed confused civilians, he turned into an alley, quickly approaching a brick wall, before he could plant his feet and make a jump for it. Someone grabs his bag, pulling him to the ground, startling a gasp out of him.

Sloan stood over him, emotionless as he stared into the confused eyes of his former lover. "You left before we can have a chat." Sloan states with a small pout.

"I don't want to talk." Bucky grunts

Sloan tilts his head, "Then why are you here? Why aren't you as far away from the United States as possible? Sounds to me like you want to talk." Sloan says, watching as Bucky stands. "I wanted a hot dog." Bucky snarks, surprising a laugh out of Sloan. "That is the most pathetic excuse I have ever heard." Sloan states

Bucky scoffs, his eyes trailing down to the hot dog that is now ruined under his grasp. He allows the wrapper to fall to the ground, flexing his hand. "I don't want to talk." Bucky reinforces

Sloan sighs, "Fine I'll talk. You need to leave James, if I found you, Stark or even the government will be right behind. New York is filled with people gunning for you. Steve has begged me multiple times to find you and bring you to him, and there's only so much I can do to stop him." Sloan says

"I know." Bucky says

Bucky knew the risks of staying, it was wired into his system to know, and despite running away from Sloan. He needed to know why the man in front of him was so special, why his heart would race whenever he saw his face on a billboard.

Sloan takes in the man in front of him, still a shell of a person, still jumpy and angry. He wasn't the man he fell for, but for the sake of his memory, Sloan was willing to help him. "I have an old journal of yours, you used to write in it when we were twenty, you found it therapeutic." Sloan says, he reaches into his back pocket, revealing a black journal and he holds it out to Bucky.

Bucky eyes the journal, slowly he reaches out and he grasps the leather book. Sloan using the opportunity, lunges forward he grabs hold of Bucky's shoulder and slams his lips against Bucky's.

The super soldier stiffens completely, eyes widening.

Sloan pulls away after a few seconds and he hums to himself. "I apologize, needed to test something." Sloan states, taking a few steps back. "I hope you find what you're looking for Bucky. I really don't like seeing you in pain." Sloan admits

Bucky was silent as Sloan left, his lips buzzing as the phantom feeling of Sloan still lingered.

....

-Journal entry 1-

My name is James Buchanan Barnes, I am officially twenty years old as of, March 10, 1937.

Sloan says I have to be honest because it's bad to lie in the journal. So a few things about me, something I have never said out loud to anyone. I am gay.

I don't know why god made me the way I am but I am far from ashamed, which is an odd thing in our society. I am proud of who I am because I have the prettiest partner, Sloan Adam Rogers. He has pretty hair which he likes to grow long, not that I mind, there's more to grab. He also has these eyes of his, lord I can go on about his eyes for hours.

I can go on about Sloan but he told me that this should be about me. I don't really like talking about myself, tho Stevie might disagree.

I have four sisters, all beautiful and all smartasses. The oldest is Rebecca, she's an aspiring nurse, and very smart. Next is Mary, she's currently away. Has a boyfriend down in Paris, very fancy. Third, there's Vanessa, she's a character, definitely a wild card, but we love her. Then there's the baby of the family, Winnie. She's named after Mama but we call her Winnie. Sloan is completely in love with her, whenever we visit he can not put her down. Winnie loves him too, and calls him Big Brother. I might have to fight Sloan for that one.

I believe that is enough writing for today, all this is too smart for my taste, but it makes Sloan happy. I bet it's so he can snoop. I love you Sloan.

Well this is Bucky signing off.