The Next Winter Soldier

The Next Winter Soldier

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"I'm not gonna leave you. Okay? I'll be by your side, always and forever." That was the last thing my brother said before he fell.... About 60 years ago my brother, James Buchanan Barnes, fell from a train. A couple minutes later I was pushed out. We were found and he became the first Winter Soldier. I was put on ice and 20 years later I was woke back up. HYDRA brainwashed me. Transformed me. I was the next Winter Soldier. THIS STORY ORIGINALLY WAS PUBLISHED ON MY OTHER ACCOUNT at2150a. BUT I WORKED TO TRANSFER IT TO THIS ACCOUNT SO I CAN KEEP WORKING ON IT WITHOUT GOING INBETWEEN THE TWO ACCOUNTS.
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