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The worst day for James Buchanan Barnes in Hydra’s care came after the torture and the pain and the constant fear. It was something bigger than that, in his head, while he sat there, strapped to a metal chair so tightly the leather bit his skin. It was several weeks into being captured that Bucky realized that no one was coming for him. This wasn’t temporary, he would never be saved, this was his life now. He had to live with this and then die because he wasn’t getting miraculously rescued in the night by a super soldier-ed Steve with a shield and no one knew where he was and he was probably presumed dead, but he wasn’t dead, he was there, behind enemy lines, tied down and screaming. That day was the worst day because that was when the hope began to fizzle out of Bucky’s eyes and out of his heart. He had no hope, he’d never had a hope. He knew that now. So maybe there was a certain sort of sick relief in the deepest parts of him when they wiped his mind. At least that way, he couldn’t remember all the ways he once dreamt he would be saved.

Woohoo! With this chapter, Run has now reached 60,000 words, which is, by Writer's Digest's definition, novel-length! Thank you for sticking with me through 60,000 words of Bucky's recovery story. This story means a lot to me, so I'm really glad to see your likes and comments and to hear that it means something to you, too. Here's to another good 60,000 in the future. -BB

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