Epilogue

I've been living in this apartment for a few weeks, I would often come back to the letter I wrote. It's comforting but at the same time disappointing.

I had so much before and now it's gone.

I just came back from the market place, I was buying food, I couldn't help but notice the stares I was receiving from everyone.

I found out why when I read the newspaper.

My face was on the front of it.

'Winter Soldier Bombs Sokovia Accords Meeting Killing King T'chaka.' It read.

I quickly went back to my apartment and put everything I needed in my backpack; photos, food, and water. But I couldn't find my notebook.

I had almost finished packing when I heard footsteps.

I froze, and put my backpack on, slowly and quietly walking to the living room.

I saw him. Captain America, he was in his suit, he shield on his back.

I stared at him, trying to wonder if he was real or not. This man was important to me a long time ago. I knew him. That mean't something. I probably should have been somewhat happy to see him. This was someone who was important to me, important to Bucky Barnes. But the question was..

What did he want from me?