As Bucky Barnes walked down the old, cobblestone street in the biting November cold, on a rainy day in London, he thought about Steve Rogers, the man he was walking towards.
Down the old streets he walked, passing closed shops and apartments that looked like something out of a tale of two cities, he walked.
And thought about Steve.
After Steve had passed away after the fight of his wounds, Bucky tried very hard to be ok.
That's what he had to be. He was captain Americas best friend, a war criminal, a wanted man. And he had to show the world they were going to be ok, right?
So he left. What was he supposed to do? He'd been in London for weeks by now. And every step took him farther from it.
It was quite a beutiful night. The sky was clear, and the stars shone brightly. The rain gave everything a refreshed shirt of smell. And the flowers were starting to bloom, after a hard winter.
As Bucky Barnes,
A war criminal
A fighter
A soilder
A enemy
A friend
A lover
A broken man with no hope
Walked towards the river, he remembered dreaming of coming here with Steve. They'd sit in a cafe, and Steve would draw, and Bucky would read, and they'd be ok, you know?
He hopes Steve is ok.
As Bucky Barnes walkes out of the winding cobblestone streets unto a old, Victorian looking bridge, the moon catches his attention. Or, it's reflection, at least. Isn't it funny how everything looks better reflected?
As Bucky Barnes takes off his coat, and shoes, and folds them with a note saying, keep them. I don't need them anymore, he smiles at the sky.
And the winding streets
And the water
And the moon and stars
And the people
The wonderful people
And as Bucky Barnes climbs over the railing, and lets go, he's flying for a few seconds. And he feels free. And when he lands, he looks up, and sees the moon, and the moon smiles back.
And as Bucky Barnes closes his eyes for the last time, he dreams of Steve.
And as he sinks, he's at peace
Becouse he'll be happy now
Right?
Or Mabey it's all a trick of love
