What is freedom? Is it this? Another trigger pulled? Another life taken? Another body to haunt my nightmares? Bucky thought bitterly as he killed for the Avengers, or maybe he was still with Hydra, maybe he never even left WW2. It certainly felt that way.
Hell, I don't think I’ve even made an actual choice in my life since before that stupid letter. He pulled the trigger again. Another body. Another life.
At least I could pretend I had freedom during the war. More bullets. More blood. More death.
Who am I kidding? I’m still pretending I have a choice. That I want to be an Avenger. That I am not here fighting just because the government told me it was this or death row, for crimes I didn’t even want to commit. That I'm doing this “To fight the good fight” as Stevie calls it.
Punk. Thinks freedom is something everyone gets just because he picked his path in life.
It's not his fault he got to make the choices where I had a lack thereof.
But he still got to make the choices. He enlisted. He chose to be a medical miracle. He wanted to be an Avenger.
It makes me wonder what is freedom but a concept? An Idea that someone like me can never actually achieve. Someone who is everything Captain America is not.
A Sergeant. A Winter Soldier. An Avenger.
A drafted kid. A killer. A hero.
A sniper. An experiment. A weapon.
A soldier. A weapon. A weapon.
A weapon. A weapon. A weapon.
Freedom isnt a concept. It’s a lie.