Short Stories

Bucky Barnes - Museum

It's been pretty gloomy in Washington D.C. ever since the famous organization S.H.I.E.L.D also known as Hydra went down about 2 months ago.

Thousands of people died, soldier, friends. Even families.

I lost both my parents to S.H.I.E.L.D's fall. They wanted to change the world and make it a better place for everyone to live in.

For me to live in.

I don't know how I feel about it honestly. I got a shit ton of money from someone who supposedly worked at S.H.I.E.L.D due to their lives being loss in battle. Compensation I'm guessing.

But I feel guilty using it for myself. I don't know if I want to, it feels wrong.

I just lost my parents and all I get is nearly a million dollars for their lives? Their lives were worth more than that. Everyone who died up there was worth more than a million dollars.

I sit at their grave. No one is buried there, It's just a head stone and a grassy patch. There were so many bodies that were found but so many more that were lost in the sea and shipwreck. 

There's a head stone with both their names on it.

Hayley Marshall and Zachary Marshall.

Died in battle.

Honourable agents.

Loving parents.

Their date of Birth and their date of death just below their names.

April 4th, 2014. Just another random Friday, last day of the work week, eager to get home to their loved ones.

They say it was a malfunction to the ships, that it was unexpected and happened out of nowhere yet S.H.I.E.L.D's head secretary of the world council, Alexander Pierce was found with 2 bullet wounds in his chest.

Once is a mistake. Twice is a choice.

It was no accident that he was murdered. Because that's what he was, murdered.

Then the Avengers Black Widow released files from S.H.I.E.L.D and HYDRA which was apparently a parasite inside S.H.I.E.L.D since the beginning.

How you let that happen for nearly a century is beyond me.

But it doesn't matter now because what's done is done.

People died, sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers and so on.

"I miss you guys," I say to the head stone.

"I don't know what to do with the money, it feels wrong. You guys were worth so much more than nearly a million dollars." Tears pool in my eyes, my vision blurring.

"I hope you both thrive in heaven. And know that I'm getting by. Slowly but surely," I nod and wipe my tears away with the sleeve of my jumper.

It's June and we're in summer, yet it still feels cold and gloomy.

I get up slowly, look at their grave once more and walk away. I was going to the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum today. Something to take my mind off everything for a bit.

And on the Brightside? I finally get to learn about who Captain America is. He might have been one of the reasons my parents died but I understood why.

I just wish it hadn't happened.

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Walking along the museum I go past the space section and straight into the history section. America's history is long and boring, the only things I liked learning about was WW1 and WW2 against Hydra and the Nazi's.