January, 1948
04:14pm
I remember riding a bike when I was six years old; I thought I was invincible.
But I fell and crashed the bike, and I scraped my knees on the asphalt. I remember washing the blood off in a bathroom, and I remember a woman standing in the doorframe watching me do it.
She raised hell itself when she saw that I'd gotten hurt. She told me, "You have to be more careful. You've only got one life to live."
Yet here I am. I've lived twice. Once as myself, and a second time as who Hydra has wanted me to be. She'll never know that, now, I really am invincible.
That woman was my mother.
VOUS LISEZ
Ephemeral ☇ B. Barnes
Fanfiction. . .in which his memories come and go in waves when he's not in cryo, and he writes them in notebooks to ensure he will not lose them again. #206 in Fanfiction as of 5/28/16. © savagesociety 2016
