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Sorry if they are so short right now...the chapters will get longer...I promise.


November 1942 - 3 months after

Bucky felt sick and tired of being poked and messed with. The constant moving of people coming in and out. The people in lab coats whenever they came in they always asked in this order: name, rank, and serial number. That's all that mattered to them. The people in lab coats injected him with something that hurt for a few minutes then everything felt normal again - suddenly feeling like he could take on the world and even take down his small skinny asthmatic friend named Steve.

Steve. He wanted to cry just thinking he wanted to hurt his best friend. No matter how small and weak he was. He could see Steve's eyes get bright at the mention of him, Bucky, going to war and no matter how much he knew Steve wanted to go to the front lines...he knew he couldn't but he was proud of Bucky for reaching his dream. It wasn't no dream...He never told Steve that. He couldn't. It would hurt him yet he knew Steve would never let that stop him. He suddenly felt weightless. Then everything went dark.

-ON YOUR LEFT...LINE BREAK-

The next time Bucky came to in the dark semi-lit room, someone was standing over him. "James Buchanan Barnes...Sargent...325567." The original routine that happened when someone came in (Usually the people in lab coats) - they usually wanted to test on him. "Bucky...Oh my...let's get you outta here." He felt his eyes slowly open. No...He felt weak. He couldn't get out of this treacherous room. He felt his straps get ripped off of him...heard the screws fall to the floor like pens dropping. Good thing this man that helped him didn't know what those people in lab coats did to him. He felt someone help him off the lab table. He looked up at the man...blue eyes. Fimiliar blue eyes that looked determined throughout this fear. "Steve." He watched as Steve smiled and put a strong arm around his shoulder. "What happened to you?" He took in Steve's new physical appearance. He was no longer that small, skinny man that Bucky knew all his life. His hair was hidden with a helmet that had a capital A on the helmet. Tall, broad shoulders, looked as if he could beat someone with one swift kick or punch. No longer needing a protector. Watching Steve's smile turns into a grim look. "I joined the army. I thought you were dead." Steve's voice sounded hurt but he knew what he should say. Something so blantly obvious, "I thought you were smaller." Steve smiled taking Bucky out of the lab room and near a bridge in the factory. Coming face to face with Joann Schmidt.

Not good.


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