Saving Bucky Barnes

Chapter 34

My mind was slipping away. I could feel myself slowly loosing my mind and it hurt.

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                                                                             One week later

My eyes fluttered open. I squinted at the light that came through the open window. I looked around me slowly. My neck ached. Everything screamed in pain. I groaned gently. Someone moved. I looked and saw Steve, with his head resting against the edge of the bed, sleeping while holding my hand.

I felt awful. But I was glad I was alive. I knew sometime had passed. I remembered nothing after the surgery. I was alive. A nurse walked in and smiled. She shook Steve and he sat up quickly. He blinked a few times. He stared at me, unseeing for a few moments. Then his eyes grew wide.

Your alive!!! He said. He began laughing. He kissed my forehead and smiled.

I smiled back, weakly. Then he frowned.

Bucky. He whispered.

What? I said. My voice sounded awful.

Bucky was, needless to say, heartbroken when I told him the news. It was awful. His face lost all color and became void of emotion. He seemed to wilt right before my eyes. He was discharged from the hospital that day and I thought he was going to stay with you, but he left. I haven't seen or heard from him since that day. I contacted the police, but no results. Steve answered.

I stared at him for a brief moment and then began to cry softly. I should have known he would have done something like this.

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Two weeks later

I was finally out of the hospital. It felt wonderful to be free. I was still awfully sore however. And I was heartbroken. There a had been no new news on Bucky and I had scoured the web for everything and anything I could find. I had a great deal of free time on my hands, so I had a well formulated plan by the time I was discharged. I had decided to leave Steve out of this. I had told him from the start that it was my mission. He had just nodded miserably.

So here I was. In the middle of New York, looking for a needle in a haystack. It was cold and the first thing I had to do was buy suitable clothes. It was lovely. I as finally dressed in something I wanted. Not want Hydra told me. I was wearing skinny jeans, a long sleeved graphic tee and a pea coat. I wore boots with no heel. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail. I loved the look. I looked like a normal person. Not someone who had been kidnapped, tortured and nearly died. I was still pale and had weak spells. But I was a fighter and right now I was fighting for Bucky.

I knew he would keep a low profile and probably be living in an abandoned shack or underneath a bridge. It hurt me to think of him alone, but I knew exactly how he would act. I knew it would be tough, but I knew I would find him.