Protection/ Bucky Barnes

A/N

hello this is not an update i just wanted to share some creative writing that i wrote in English about Bucky 

Creative Writing

Shadows cast along the empty walls, as a bulb dangles loosely from the ceiling. His pale blue eyes dance across the room,looking for an escape route, scared and afraid like a fly caught in a spider's web. The room becomes more and more claustrophobic as he breathes heavily. A shiver runs down his back, the door slowly opens revealing a man wearing a lab coat. Hiding back into the corner he whimpers, his strong metal arm grazing the cold concrete under him. The doctor slowly walks towards him, eyeing his arm suspiciously, he walks closer as if asking what had happened. He looks away self conscious, feeling like a monster in his body.

The doctor walks out but looks back as if asking for him to follow. He quickly scurries to his feet and stumbles onto the concrete wall beside him. He stables himself before following the doctor, they walk down a hall. Still not used to the feeling of walking a lot. He limps and trips against the walls. Walking into a small lab he looks around and admires all the recent technology. His eyes glaze over with amazement. The doctor walks off but quickly comes back putting a folder on the table in the middle of the room. He grazes his metal arm along the pages reading the folder carefully. He points to a name on the folder 'James Buchanan Barnes, also known as "Bucky" '. He looks up at the doctor, slight curiosity in his facial structure, is this his name, the doctor nods slowly answering his silent question.

Bucky sits down on a metal chair, holding his stubbled face in his hands trying to process everything. A small sigh escapes the doctors lips, watching the broken man in front of him. Bucky looks up at the doctor, his long brown hair falling onto his face. He stands up and walks out of the lab. The doctor calls his name but he keeps on walking, down the many halls, through exits and out the front door. He stares at the city in front of him, all the loud people walking around. Horns and screaming fill his ears as he runs down the busy New York streets.

He runs out of breath and slowing down, pushing past strangers with fear in their eyes. Bucky looks around afraid, he runs into a building taking a newspaper with him. He looks around seeing old world war two memorabilia. He looks at everything, a bit of his lost memory comes back to him. He looks at one of the memorials called 'A Fallen Comrade'. He sees the picture of the man, reading about the man that he was. A soldier and a friend. He was a hero in the eyes of the public, but a monster to himself.

its a bit shitty but that's fine  

-Rosie