The Mind of a Soldier [1]

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     Barnes wasn't leaving anymore, not while Alena was conscious anyway. Every night he checked inside her room to see if she was sleeping soundly, then that would be his chance. He didn't like leaving her but they would run out of food and water eventually, and among other things there was something he wanted to do. Had to do.

     The Smithsonian Museum was just before it's closing time when Bucky arrived. Despite the fearful thoughts he had while walking there, he still entered. You would think strolling down a normal street would be easy for a trained killer right? however if you're trained enough to kill you can also tell when someone's footsteps seem to follow yours. From what he could sense this person was an ammature,either that or a nervous wreck like him. Once he reached the museum building however this person just disappeared, so he entered anyway thinking he was just paranoid. Still, no matter how true that was, his suspicions weren't necessarily wrong...

     Steve Rogers was a name he knew he had heard before, but never in a million years had he thought this Steve person would have an entire exhibit dedicated to him. That was until the day on the helicarrier. This man had said things that Bucky had never thought of or believed, yet he couldn't shake this strange feeling it was the truth. Either way he hadn't killed Steve on the beach that day so that had to mean something.

     The soldier could feel his shoes echo around the large hall as he made his way though. The constant colors of red,white and blue made him feel somewhat nostalgic. After having been here a couple times he knew why. Getting to his own part of the showcase he read his name, his real name. James Buchanan Barnes. A childhood friend and loyal soldier to the captain, until he lost his life fighting alongside him during WW2. That was one of the memories he wasn't keen on having resurfaced.

"You're old" Alena's voice said from behind, breaking the ominous silence in the room. Bucky quickly turned around resisting the urge to put a knife to her throat. It all made sense now. There was someone following him to this place but it was only her. "March 10th 1917? That's old"

"Yeah, i guess you're right." Sighing he looked away from his own photo and turned his attention the teenage girl. "You shouldn't be here Alena, there's a reason why I keep leaving when you aren't awake."

"Because you want to abandon me"

"What? God no, it's just, I want to be there if something happens. If you-"

"If i break the TV again?"

"Something like that. It's just better if you're asleep"

"Ok" she simply responded directing her attention to the rest of the exhibit. Walking around she pondered over all of the old relics that were placed in glass cases. Army uniforms were on faceless mannequins each looking similar to the other, except one. In the middle there was one with three different colours, red, white and blue. The hands of the plastic person held a shield similar but also different to the one she kept in her pocket. Taking it out she rubbed dust off of it. "It's the america man" she whispered under her breath.

"Steve" Bucky corrected standing beside her.

"Right, Steve..." Alena squinted at the uniform in front of her. "America man sounds way better." Bucky smirked.

"Alright pipsqueak, america man it is" With that the soldier started to walk away. Alena starred off for a second squinting her eyes. "Wait.... What is pipsqueak supposed to mean!?" She yelled catching up to him.

"It's a nickname!" he yelled back.

"Can i call you old geezer than!?" Bucky didn't reply to that one.

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