Wiped <Bucky Barnes Fanfic>

I ~ The Smithsonian

It had been a few days and I'd found a place, a museum, the Smithsonian it was called. I was wandering trying to find something that looked familiar in any form and might jog some memories of who I was before Hydra, before The Winter Soldier.

I had been walking for a while.

I'd managed to get a few casual pieces of clothing off a few people. I simply said I was homeless. I didn't want to hurt anyone again.

I found an area dedicated to the Captain.

I got a blue cap, a navy blue hoodie and some long black pants. I kept the hat down and the hoodie over the hat.

I searched for my supposed name in the memorial.

I didn't want to kill or hurt anyone, anymore, ever. I was done with being the Winter Soldier. But I could never forget, I had the metal arm to thank for that.

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'James Barnes.' The two words I was looking for were plastered next to a photo of a man who looked a bit too much like me, except I had longer hair. And the burden of a metal arm.
I read over the memorial it said a few things about how James Barnes had been a ladies man and enjoyed staying at the pub and flirting with the women. It said his birthdate and the year he was killed in action: March 10th 1917 - 1945. The exact date of his death was unknown.

I'd sat down at a video that played through and the narrator had just said.

"Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield. Barnes is the only Howling Commando to give his life in service of his country."  I watched James and Steve laugh and smile at each other, I couldn't help but hope it was me.

But I can't be him, I'm not dead. I thought to myself. But he looks so much like me. I sighed and walked off, I'd seen enough. I walked out and saw a man in a black suit with tented sunglasses on. He looked around, I bit my lip, crap they've followed me.

Hydra.

Hydra was everywhere, they wanted their precious soldier back. The brainwashed murderer that has been helping them for 70 years. Killing anyone that stood in their way to world domination.

I made up my mind, I'm not going back.

How did they find me? Panic over took my body and I turned and walked back inside. Did they have a tracker placed on my somewhere!

I didn't want to go back, Never again! I'm done, I need to find Steve! He knows who I am. I need to get to S.H.I.E.L.D now.

I wandered trying to find another exit, a fire escape maybe. A back door, too simple it might just be over looked. I hoped as I began to walk out keeping away from anyone who looked suspicious.

I passed multiple people in black suits, I kept my metal arm hidden by pulling the sleeve down and pushing my hand deep into my pocket. One was going to walk up to me but then thought otherwise.

What my luck! I had just successfully walked past numerous Hydra guards without their realisation. But I didn't let my guard down, I knew hydra, they were always sneaky and would do anything to get their way.

I looked over my bionic shoulder and saw that the guards were turning around. A few looked straight at me. They knew it was me. I rounded a corner and sprinted, I knocked over a man who swore at me.

My legs burned an my lungs ached for air. I couldn't keep this up. I slowed down, did they even follow me? I stood, leaning on a wall, I looked around.

I growled, a man identical to every other one was running towards me, flanked by two others. Taking a deep breath I ran again, now knowing that my pursuers had me in their sights.

They are going to get me I can feel it, I said to myself, a weight like a boulder falling in my stomach. I placed one foot in front of the other, taking large strides.

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I was slowing down, I couldn't take it anymore. I'm done. I was about to stop when I collapsed.

A gunshot ringing in my ears.

A pain surging through my waist.

The pain in my broken arm increased.

A single tear slides down my face.

Realisation sinks in.

I'd been shot.

I'd been captured.

No...