HAPPY || b. barnes ✔️

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"You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need me
It's much too late to find
You think you've changed your mind
You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry"

The Human League,
Don't You Want Me Baby

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C H A R L I E found the note left for her later that day.

Bucky had already left to pick up Oliver from Aiden's house, and despite his wishes, Charlie ventured from the house to clear the driveway of the snow from last night and to check the mailbox.

Under the cold cloudy sky, her hands trembled as she read the handwritten note that had been placed on top of the latest bills and magazine covers.

Charbear,
I am sorry for all that has happened. You will be safe soon. Just hold on a little longer. I'll be gone for a while, but I'll be back for you. I love you, Charlene Frances Grant.

Love,
Noah

Her vision blurred with tears and she carefully folded the note before slipping it into her back pocket. She couldn't decide on whether or not to show Bucky the note. She knew that she should; he'd be more than upset if she didn't. But she was supposed to go back to work tomorrow and she couldn't afford to take any more time off.

Still undecided, she grabbed the rest of the mail and started back into the house to rid the cold and lingering feeling of being watched.

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Across the world, Noah Ferguson stepped out of the car after tossing a wad of cash towards the driver. The cold air hit him like a truck, but he didn't care to make note of it.

His focus was solely on the building in front of him; the government building that would hopefully help his cause.

With a pushing desire to bring harm to the man his hatred burned for, he took quick steps to get out of the falling snow and into the poorly heated building.

It wasn't busy, only a few natives walking around the lobby. He stuck out like a sore thumb, and his eyes looked down, hidden behind the glasses on his face. A hand rubbed against his newly shaved head.

When he got to the front desk, he smiled beautifully towards the receptionist.

"Hello, my name is Noah. I'm looking for a Jace Freeman."

The woman batted an eye, not understanding a word. Then in a thick Estonian accent, tried her best to reply to the man with very broken English.

Agitated by the sudden inconvenience, his eyes twitched. "Jace Freeman. I need Jace Freeman."

The woman's eyes widened for a moment, because of his sudden change in demeanor, before she nodded once and then disappeared into the back room.

He sighed and leaned against the counter; fully believing that his plan would work. He had done the research, it had taken him too long to do so, but he was convinced he would win this war.

Then the back door opened and men with guns flooded the room.

Hello it is I.... I HAVE SUPER EXCITING NEWS THAT IS NOT AT ALL RELATED TO FANFICTION IT INSTEAD IS ABOUT MY PERSONAL LIFE SOOOO

I am applying for a summer semester course for Creative Writing (since my minor is in writing and my dream is to one day be in New York Best Sellers list and to publish my own original work) and get this... the course is in Italy!! So I may or may not be going to Florence this summer??? I don't know if I'll be accepted??? I may or may not be???? I don't know what if my original work I should submit???? I don't know and I'm nervous cause what if I'm not good enough to get picked???? But writing in Italy and seeing Europe and seeing a different culture and learning about it and seeing things in a completely different perspective and having the chance to write about something real in a while other world would be such a dream come true!!!

My mom is going to kill me when she finds out I'm applying it's like a month trip but holy crap it would so amazing I really hope I get accepted 😰😰😰😭😭

also I love you guys 🥰😘 sorry this chapter was short and I am very happy to introduce y'all to our man Jace 🥰