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Chapter 46 - Deception

Wakanda, August 12, 2016

𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎. 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎, 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚝, 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸'𝚖 𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙾𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗. 𝙾𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛... 𝙶𝚘𝚍, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸'𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕. 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢, '𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎.' 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎, 𝙸 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙸'𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

The lump in Bucky's throat made it hard to swallow. He pressed his lips together, willing himself to keep it together, but it was no use. The tear stinging his eye fell at the next blink. It slowly rolled down his cheek as his heart crumbled further.
Family, love, time... even the things that seemed impossible to take, like control over his own body and his memories, had been so crudely stolen. Had it not been for HYDRA, he would've had a life with Evelyn. He would've dated her properly after the war, and proposed to her, and waited for her at the altar. He would've gotten a better job, and Evelyn could've pursued her career in medicine further like she'd always wanted, and they could've made a difference for people. Heck, they would've become aunt and uncle to Rebecca's kids, and maybe even Steve and Peggy's!