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The Playground
That was the place where he first met his best friend.
He remembered he had to get him out of trouble all the time, It was kind of funny to think about. Back when everything was fine, back when he wasn‘t forced to join the military. Back when... he was not being tortured by Hydra.
and of course back when Steve was still here with him.
After Steves Funeral, Bucky decided to go and visit the place where they first met, suprisingly after all these years it was still standing and being used.
That Playground probably went through allot, just like he did. Kids were sliding down the slide, not aware of all the shit happening around the world. Oh how he wished he could just ignore those things too.
but he knows he can‘t. He just cannot seem to forget, all of these nightmares he had at night were just keep reminding him.
He caught a little girl staring as she probably recognized him. Bucky sent her half a smile and waved, the girl screamed and ran away towards her mom.
The man sighed, he could not blame her afterall. Nowadays people only recognize him as THE Wintersoldier, not the James Bucky Barnes he once was, the Bucky which was Captain Americas best friend. „God damn it James,“ Bucky rolled his eyes when he heard the voice.
“You didn't have to follow me, you know that right? You are not my babysitter.“
“Well i sure as hell feel as one! You cant just simply leave like that.“ The other man sat down besides him and tried to catch his breath. „And who said i cant? I didnt see any rule about walking out.“ Bucky replied sassily.
Sam glared at him. „You are lucky that this is a sad day, otherwise i would fight you right here and now.“
“You would have no chance anyway.“ The brunette stated and stood up. „I’m going.“
“What!? I just finally found you and now you are going again?“ Sam also stood up and followed him. Finally relaxing. „I know this must be hard for you James.“
“Whatever. Why should i care about this, he left me, he made his choice, i don‘t want to talk about this right now.“
He felt Sams hand on his shoulder which made him tense slightly so he came to a stop and faced him. „Your tears tell me otherwise, listen im not Steve, by any means, but just so you know if you need something, as simple as need someone to talk, just come to me. I have worked with people like you before it wouldn‘t be much different.“
“Well was one of them tortured? Brainwashed.“
“Perhaps not for 70 years, but we had similar people. But that doesn’t matter right now, what matters is that i will be there for you, here- uh do you by any chance have a phone with you?“
W.I.P