Hi again! For this one shot, I really wanted to see and portrayed how he saw the world, the politics, etc. He's always in this internal conflict, thinking the world is after him for what he's done, but are they really? or is it just in his head?. I can go into further details in future one shots if you'd like me too! Thank you for reading!
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Jab. Breathe. Jab. Breathe. Cross. Breathe. Upper cut. Breathe. Roll. Breathe. Repeat. Jab. This is insane. Breathe. How did it all came down to this? Jab. Oh right, he definitely did not sign up for this, for any of it. They told Bucky it was for the greater good, ''your country needs you'' they told him. Breathe. He wasn't the smartest guy in the world, not the dumbest either. Bucky didn't really have any plans for the future, didn't really have a passion for anything. There was nothing out there that screamed ''this is it!'' to him. Couldn't see himself doing anything at all. Jab.
This is the best he could do at the moment. Every day he would walk to the beat-down gym at the end of the street he currently resided at and spent a good two to three hours there. Breathe. In a way, it calmed him. He took every bad memory, there were many, he remembered and with very punch and kick, released all the emotions. Anger, it was mostly anger and guilt. Cross.
Bucky hid there while the rest of the world looked for him, tried to hunt him down. It was crazy how one minute, he was out there risking life for his country, the country that needed him and now they wanted him dead. It was to put it simply, chaos. Breathe. Men in suits and ties hid behind tall buildings with maximum security; the others, the ones like him hid in places like this; and the people, they plead for justice, filled the streets with posters, art, and music, they prayed for safety.
He wanted to be out there with them, he wanted to help them but how could he when he was part of the problem? How could he plead for justice? Pray for safety? He couldn't, it just was too late.