Dear Lara,
Honestly, I don't get it. What does Steve see that keeps bringing him after me. Seriously, Lara. Tell me why I'm so special.
Because I don't see it.
Every time I look in the mirror, I see a murderer. I see that man with the mouth cover, and the black around my eyes. The gun in my hand.
And you know what? I am a murderer. I can't even fathom how many people I've shot in the last fifty years. All the bullets waisted over Hydra's bidding. Even if I don't remember them, all the black holes in my memory. They all started after I fell into that stupid canyon.
That's when those Russians carved me into the assassin. Where they took the man out of the chaos, simply to thrust him into more chaos and call it order. They turned me into the killer that I am today.
Would you still love me? Even today?
Because I sure as hell wouldn't.
Bucky.
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Letters of Redemption ° BUCKY BARNES | VOL. 2
Fanfictionin which he writes letters to his loved one's grave. [bucky barnes x lara roth] [captain america; the winter soldier] [book two] [completed] [cover by nightwvngs]
