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James Buchanan Barnes.
The name that filled your mind every night for centuries. Started that night you met at the park. You joined in fighting the war...it all goes blurry after that. The gunshots, blood, and screams all slowly faded when you sat in that metal chair. Soon it was only your screams and then silence.

Every soldier has the word die.
It's inevitable.

♡"I have a feeling she got everything she wanted, not wasting her time stuck here like me."♡