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CHAPTER 11
They looked into each other's eyes, neither said a word. There was nothing to be said.
He ripped his eyes away from her as he grabbed his backpack from the corner by the front door and put his baseball cap on his head. She watched him with her arms crossed against her chest, swallowing down the tears. "You won't come back."
He sighed. "No."
She nodded as a shuddered breath escaped her lips. "Well, then. I suppose - um - this is goodbye?"
Bucky creased his forehead and walked up to her. He rested his forehead on hers. "Yes. I'm not stable, I'm not -," he paused and grabbed her face to look her in the eye. "It doesn't matter how I feel about you, Allie. I can't always be there to protect you. I can't even protect you from myself. Go home. You have a life, friends. Everything I had is gone now, you have so much left at home. So, go, Allie. Stop wasting your life away for me."
Tears poured down her cheeks as she sniffled. He was right. She was defenseless without him. He couldn't always be there to protect her. Allie nodded her head. "Okay. I'll let you go."
He pressed his lips against her forehead before he walked out the door.
November 5, 2014 1:39 AM Sokovia
He watched the crowd cheer in victory as their new president waved in the back of 1961 Lincoln Continental. He held his post on top of a building. He made sure no one was able to see him. Bucky aimed his sniper rifle carefully at Kennedy's head. His wife would occasionally block the cross-hairs, but Bucky was patient. He waited until her head was turned before he pulled the trigger. Once the crowd screamed in horror and Kennedy's body slump next to his wife, he knew his mission was complete. He turned, immediately and fled the scene.
His target was a black man. They told him his name was King and that he was part of an American organization that was funded by the Stark Industries. His mission was to make it look public, keep his distance. He hid behind a bush in the park as he watched the man approach a car across the street. He aimed his rifle at the man's head. BANG!
Bucky jolted from his mattress, covered in cold sweat. Once he let his eyes adjust to the darkness, he realized it was only a dream. His chest heaved with every breath he took as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He glanced down at the clock on his nightstand. It was two o'clock in the morning. He only slept six hours in the past week. In fact, he hadn't slept much at all in the past few months. Not since... No, he didn' want to remember her.
Ever since he left her, his nightmares and guilt worsened. His memories flowed through him every day, and it only filled him with remorse. However, leaving her was the best thing he had done in the last seventy years. He needed her to stay safe, even if that meant to stay away from him.