MINDFIELD || Bucky Barnes

MINDFIELD || Bucky Barnes

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She's a nobody on paper. A hotel cleaner with a fake name, a forgettable face-someone who saw too much. He's a living weapon. A ghost story whispered in briefing rooms. A man who kills without hesitation-and who can't remember all the reasons why. Lethal, and wounded in ways she can't see. He doesn't remember who he is. She's pretending not to know. But trust is dangerous. And on the run with a man who can kill without blinking, she's balancing survival against sympathy-and something even more treacherous. Because in a mindfield, it's not just the bullets you have to watch for. It's the secrets. *** I don't want to live in fear. But it's not true. Not really. The fear I feel has never been of him. It's of losing myself in someone who makes me feel so much. Of losing the mission. The control. The line between truth and lie. Between justice and something far more complicated. And right now, all I want is to touch him. To let him know I see him. The man, not the weapon. *** All Rights Reserved©️ *** 🥇in #jamesbarns 🥇in #secretidentity
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The Asset. Makes it sound like there was only one, doesn't it? One assassin, one soldier, one life stolen and taken over to be used as a tool for evil minds. There was never only one. Hydra's bloodstained hands, people called them. And once one's hands have been bathed in blood so many times, it's near impossible to look at the skin and not see red. Yet, when Hydra has been pushed out into the open by the Avengers there's the slightest flicker of hope for the asset left behind. You see, I never had a Steve Rogers. No one is looking for me. The only person I've ever had is the one I was trapped with, the one that's now free. The one who, if he finds me, I will surely destroy. I DON'T OWN THE AVENGERS OR MARVEL, ONLY THE CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS I CREATE.

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