My Name Is Bucky

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Steve had locked his door every single next for the past week. I wasn't able to get in when I was ready to go to bed, forcing me to have to sleep in my own room. All alone with my thoughts.

Normally Steve would wait for me to wake up and at least acknowledge me. Yet one day was different. I woke up without breakfast or a note or a sign of Steve anywhere. His hoodie was thrown over a chair. Since I slept in a tank top, I took and and put it in because Steve liked to keep the apartment cold.

I made myself some cereal and stared out the edible, thinking. Matt would come over in a few days to discuss my plan and any information about the new trial. I was almost certain I would be arrested.

I headed downstairs and into the common room where Sam and Natasha sat on different couches. I wanted to talk to Sam, but I didn't know what to say. I wanted to be his friend. I really did. I sat next to Natasha

"Hey bird brain," I asked Sam "where did Steve go?"

He took a sip from his mug. "Went to blow off steam. There was a little mission he and a few others went on."

"Do you know details?"

Sam shook his head and blew on his coffee. He stared at me with quizzical eyes. I got the feeling he knew about something I didn't.

Sam started to read something or whatever and Natasha turned to face me. "How are you feeling?" She asked.

I shrugged. "Weird. I don't like this whole situation."

She nodded understandingly. "We're gonna figure something out. I'm sure Matt will want the entire courtroom guarded next time we go to trial," she rested her hand on top of mine.

I sighed. "I just don't know if it'll be enough. If it'll ever be enough. HYDRA will keep coming and I'm not worth all that to you. Not after what I've done."

"We know what you've done, Buck," it felt weird coming out of her mouth, "but we are willing to look past that to see the person you are now."

My mind wandered to when I first started this run away journey. I attacked an innocent man, I couldn't even recognize my name. My head started to pound as a memory of Natasha, decked out in armor, flashed in my head. I groaned.

Natasha kissed my gently, pulling me towards her. I missed her back.

"No," I pulled away. "What are you doing?"

She stared at me. "I'm trying to get you to remember."

There was silence for a minute. She smiled slightly at me before standing up and leaving me alone. I glanced at Sam, who stared at me as if I had just killed his parents. My head hurt.

Bad joke. Don't say that. Howard, remember?

"Yeah I know, I know?"

"Who you talking to?" He sounded disgusted.

"Nobody," I muttered. I hugged a pillow close to my chest and thought. After about fifteen minutes, I got tired of sams judgement and decided to head to the gym.

Tony had built a gym on the third sub level of the compound. It was filled with any equipment you could want and was probably the size of a football field.

I walked in, looking for something that sparked my interest. I hopped on a treadmill and ran. My thoughts ran with me. I was piecing together my life, or Bucky's life. He felt distant ever since the courtroom attack. I had a memory of a hot summer day. Steve was skinny. We were fooling around he told me he loved me.

I ran faster.

That memory was replaced with another one. Smoke filled a building as I shout out agents that tried to stop me. A man in a big office. Dead.

I ran even faster.

I stood on top of a building, watching a community pool. Nobody saw the scary man dressed in all black. Nobody except for the little girl. She had bright blue eyes. Her eyes were as blue as Steve's and she seemed just as hopeful.

Steve.

I had to stop. I was gasping for air in a way I didn't know was possible. I needed water. I needed to get out of here. I hated it here. I frantically searched around the gym area for some kind of water. In the back corner there was a station.

I chugged as many cups of water as I could until I felt the water sloshing in my body. That's when I first noticed the man dressed like the devil. My heart started to pound. He watched me from the glass door.

HYDRA had gotten inside. I didn't know what to do. The winter soldier got the best of me, and I charged towards the door. As soon as I got there, he was gone.

"What the f*ck" I muttered to myself. "This isn't real..."

I ran up the stairs, glancing behind me every step I ran up. Into the common room. I needed Steve. Thankfully he was there with Tony, Wanda, Rhodey, and Sam, who stared at me with hatred.

"Steve-"

"Not now, Bucky." He said harshly. "I have to take care of something first." He didn't even look at me.

I stared at him in confusion and shock before looking at Sam, who simply shook his head at me. I seemed to be disregarded otherwise. I didn't know what I did that made Sam and Steve hate me so much.

I wasn't about to deal with them. I went outside the back door towards the hill. Behind it there stood a small county road that was barely used. My head pounded and brought me memories of a similar, disused road that I had utilized in the worst way.

'It'll just be an hour, just to clear my head," I thought.

I headed down the hill and into the wooded path, taking in the nature that surrounded me. Birds tweeted and flew around me, speaking to one another and sharing their important news. Once a rabbit ran out on the path and stopped to stare at me before continuing on.

The road split into two, I chose the left pathway. It got to a road that was still empty, but slightly more used. A few lampposts lined the street, lighting up my walkway as the natural light stared to dim. I ripped my WANTED poster off of them. Using just my right hand I crumpled them and threw them into the ground.

I tightened the sling around my left arm and adjusted it. I used Steve's hoodie to guard my neck from the scratchy material of the sling. This upset my arm greatly and I winced.

That's when I saw a flash of red in the forest. The devil. I didn't know what type of enhanced HYDRA had made this time, but I was in no shape to find out. I turned around, stepping in a twig.

Run