My Last Breathe Bucky x Reader

This story is still under heavy writing not even close to finished but I have tons of ideas. If you want to check out what I have and see if your interested well here it is.

You were never given freedom. A week after your birth in 1918 your parents gave you up to hydra. You wish they would have killed you instead because being here was a fate worse than any imaginable death. It's like being stuck in a glass jar and growing up slowly. The bigger you get the more realize how stuck you are and there's no way of getting out. Although the bigger you grow the more pressure hits the glass until finally the glass shaders. But what happens when glass shaders? It gets stuck in your skin. This is what it felt like for you growing up at hydra but just like growing up in a jar as soon as you got big enough you found a way to get out. But what happens when you find a way to Brooklyn New York and bump into two guys in an alley way in the year 1935. Will this "glass" get stuck in your skin?