End of Winter

As I sat there, alone, I tried to get my head around the fact that Bucky Barnes was me.

I am Bucky Barnes, James Buchanan Barnes.

My headache worsened and I rested my chin on my knees.

I am weak, I am weak, I am weak.

I lay in a fetal position in a dark back-alley, I had lived here for just under a week now, I had my own corner and a little but of shelter that was made by the tall buildings that surrounded the small, dirty street.

I knew the remains of HYDRA were probably scouring the Earth for me so my life depended on my training of becoming invisible and blending in, being unnoticed.

Learning at least some of the truth had set my mind free. I now needed to rebuild it.
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James "Bucky" Barnes is recovering from 70 years of brainwashing and mindless slaughter. He is running from the evil clutches of HYDRA and trying to adjust to normal life 70 years from when his "ended".
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