Author's Note: Excuse me but I have a lot of feelings about James Buchanan Barnes that I will never get over.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bucky Barnes or the Winter Soldier.
Mostly, he felt like he was floating.
He wasn't completely rooted to the ground, but he wasn't flying up into the air.
He was…floating. Drifting.
Somewhere between awake and asleep. Somewhere between dead and alive.
Strangely, he was okay with that.
He knew that he could never be the person he once was. He'll never be that swaggering, cocky, smiling soldier again. He'll never Bucky.
But he wasn't the Winter Soldier. Not anymore. He was no longer the cold, mechanic, ruthlessly efficient assassin. He was no longer that weapon that was used to further Hydra's plans he wasn't that he was never that
He wasn't that anymore.
But he didn't know what he was anymore.
He wasn't the person he was made to be, but he can never go back to the person he was.
He was stuck somewhere in the middle.
And maybe that wasn't so bad.
Maybe he could become something new.
Maybe he can be different.
A brand new person that wasn't ruled by what he was.
Maybe he can't be Bucky again.
But maybe he could just be James. He can just be James Barnes.
And he'd like that. He'd like that a lot.