El Mañana - A Bucky Barnes FanFiction-

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Hey guys. I am so sorry I took forever to publish this chapter, but I felt a lot more relieved ever since Civil War premiered. I no longer felt pressured to get this story done on time, but that doesnt mean I am going to neglect it completely, work is a little tough at the moment but I finally got this chapter done :).

Jo: Civil war was awesome. I loved it so much omg, it was like Avengers 2.5 but at the same time made up for the shit storm that was Age of Ultron. So many new possibilities opened and I have a huge crush on T'Challa.

Oddball: LOL I loved your reaction for the whole thing, it was hilarious so thanks for that. Well more interactions with Bianca isn't going to come till a later chapter, this story is Bucky centric after all. Steve and Olivia as much as I love the are secondary in this story :). Sorru I took forever to respond to your messages but I was waiting till I got a chance to publish this chapter, you are such a sweet heart to keep sending me little updates, I appreciated it alot x. I listened to the song Kiri, you have great taste but the song I take most insp from is Mirrors by PVRIS you should hear it if you have the time :D. Omg I love to see your collection of newspaper clippings :).

Enjoy the chapter xx. If you get confused remember Jo and Stark are taking turns telling their sides of the stories, so it might feel like a lot is shifting a lot. Sorry but this is a experimentation I am trying out with my writing.

xx

SSC

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Bucky was bored. It was a strange feeling to be to lethargic and frustrated at the same time, then again most of his lifetime had been spent on fighting, killing and sleeping for long periods of time. He didn't know what to do with so much freedom.

He had spent most of his time in his thoughts. After his latest interaction with Joanna, followed with all his new emotions, Bucky was getting impatient. He kept trying to force is memories back but it wasn't working.

He wanted to remember her, needed to in order to make sense of his feelings. It was infuriating.

To clear his thoughts he took a leisurely stroll through the bunker. He was in the mood to snack and passed the TV room, on the way to the kitchen, when he spotted her.

Joanna had the television on some music channel. She was hardly paying attention to the visuals but she was bobbing her head along to the beat while sitting on the long leather couch. Her legs were crossed comfortably in a meditative position. Her hands were working on painting her nails a bright shade of apple red.

His attention was reeled in by the gleaming, wet paint.

Bucky felt that familiar prickling sensation in his mind, the grey wall before him began to blur away as a fog of colours took over. The colours molded together to form a moving picture that he slowly understood to be another memory.

He was at that hotel room again, the one with the creepy tree statue. He was sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed. He was shirtless, in his grey boxers and polishing one of his many blades, admiring the metal as it glinted under the warm lights of the space.

He spotted movement from his right, it was Joanna. She was sitting at the dressing table, leaning back into the off white ornate chair with one leg crossed over the other. His pulse galloped at the sight of her, dressed scandalously in just a plain black t-shirt. He knew it was his, the sleeves and frame of the top didn't align her feminine figure, but she still managed to look ravishing.