— Ｂｕｃｋｙ.

|∫ ❝Yᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴠɪᴇᴡ — ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟɪᴍʙ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs sᴋɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ɪᴛ.❞ ∫| ╳【 ｌｏｓｔ 】

[— Ｂｕｃｋｙ. @ApatheticWraith]

@WithARedPast

↳ a lot to him. He needed to remain hidden from anyone and everyone.

[— Ｂｕｃｋｙ. @ApatheticWraith]

@WithARedPast

↳ out who I am before anyone comes to find me.” James never asked for much, so it was evident that this meant
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[— Ｂｕｃｋｙ. @ApatheticWraith]

@WithARedPast

↳ you to keep me a secret. Please. No one can know that I'm here, especially not Steve. Not yet. I need to figure
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@WithARedPast

↳ the kitchen where she was.

“I'm trying to be a better man. I /need/ to be a better man. With that said, I need
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[— Ｂｕｃｋｙ. @ApatheticWraith]

@WithARedPast

↳ an order from those damned people who brainwashed me. I am sorry..” He pauses, taking a few steps closer towards
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@WithARedPast

↳ You must know that my actions were not my own. Normally, I wouldn't have tried to kill you, but it was an order,
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@WithARedPast

↳ from the floor, making contact with Natasha's own. He could see how nervous she now was.

“—I'm sorry, Natasha. .
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[— Ｂｕｃｋｙ. @ApatheticWraith]

[ @WithARedPast ]

For now, Bucky keeps his distance. He had a few things to say; to get off of his chest. Hazel orbs slowly lift
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@RequisiteNimble

↳ barely been used in quite some time.

[— Ｂｕｃｋｙ. @ApatheticWraith]

@RequisiteNimble

↳ help. I can't stay out here any longer. Not on my own. .” Came the man's scratchy voice, scratchy from having
↳

[— Ｂｕｃｋｙ. @ApatheticWraith]

@RequisiteNimble

↳ over at the other man, simply nodding his head.
Time to stop being so damn stubborn.

“Y-Yes. I need some
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@RequisiteNimble

↳ fails to realize that his metallic limb is just all out in the open, his jacket within his lap. He looks
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[ @RequisiteNimble ]

Help. — Something he needed, but was too damn stubborn to take.

Sitting up from his resting position, Bucky
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@ViciousVarilous

↳ quiet tone,

“I'll sit this first session out. I want to watch.”

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@ViciousVarilous

↳ He was a free man.

Once inside the training room, Barnes sort of moves to the corner, stating in a
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@ViciousVarilous

↳ room. This was all new to him, being able to roam freely and think and say what he personally wanted to.
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@ViciousVarilous

↳ redhead, Bucky tosses his trash into the trash can before continuing to follow after her to the training
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@ViciousVarilous

↳ anymore, as. . he didn't choose this life. — It was given to him. Forced upon him.

Following after the
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[ @ViciousVarilous ]

This was liberating, and James was enjoying the way he was beginning to feel. He shouldn't be ashamed
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[Ｗａｎｄａ . @CeriseEnsorcell]

|| New account. Not at all new to writing the character/verse.

» Descriptive and detailed
» Painfully literate
» MV and MC

Please, RT? xx