Infinity War
Bucky
I was tired.
Tired of fighting. Tired of endless battles, both internal and external. Tired of restless nights, not going to sleep in fear of not waking up as myself.
But I was given a chance.
A chance at restoration. Healing.
I was free.
Wakanda was like a safe haven for me. Me and another woman who had fought many of the same battles I did.
She said she went by Catryn. A name she used to disguise herself. But here, she had no one to hide from.
Neither did I.
They managed to help me get most of the Winter Soldier’s programming out of my head. HYDRA couldn’t get me anymore.
After I escaped HYDRA’s iron clutches, I spent months on the run.
I finally had a place to rest.
I was taking care of the goats when the king of Wakanda, T’Challa, and a guard from the Dora Milaje came up to me. They set a case down in front of me and opened it, revealing a vibranium arm. I had gotten used to having only one arm to work with in the past few months. Although some mornings, for a few brief moments when I woke up after a dream where I had two arms, whether it be a dream of a better time in the 40s, before the war, or a nightmare where I was still HYDRA’s weapon, I could still feel my left arm. Of course, when I lifted my other arm to check if it was really there, I wouldn’t feel anything.
“Where’s the fight?”
Six months ago, those words never would have left my mouth. I would have taken a lifetime of peace over a new arm any day.
Is it possible to get tired of resting?
Maybe you get bored of it, want some action once in a while. Maybe you’re just not used to a peaceful life.
I think I was the latter. Peace was something I hadn’t known since the night before I left for England.
The last time I saw her.
Pandora… I still remembered every detail of her face. How her voice sounded, the way her touch felt on my skin… I could have sworn I saw her in Romania while I was on the run. I tried telling Steve about it, but he said I was probably hallucinating, stating that she was most likely dead. But I refused to believe it. I know the woman I saw was her. They looked exactly alike. The same hair, same eyes, same indescribable beauty. She claimed to not know me, but I knew her.
She was alive… Somehow.
And once this battle was over, I was going to find her.