Oh god, his empty heart heaved in his chest. The hollowed feeling becoming far too much. Unbearable.
His sobs could never be heard. As he wore a stoic mask. His eyes never wavered as he spoke to Steve, the few that he is most vulnerable to.
All of Steve gave him light, even some would dare say, hope.
Oh, the childish emotion of hope. Yearning for internal peace, and happiness.
Yet, in this life, Bucky can find none. If he did, it did nothing to ease the pain.
As HYDRA has stolen all, and never gave back. They used him as a tool for killing, to do their dirty work.
Some of his memories cause his stomach to twist, and his mind to yearn for the sweet bliss of death, the sensation of numbness.
Each time he gazes up at the empty ceiling. Steve's voice whispers soothing words, reminding him that he has so much to live for. That there's a whole world waiting for him to explore.
These words give Bucky purpose, a meaning to live for.
He has Steve, Sam, Natasha, and so many more who care about him.
Bucky smiles at these simple thoughts, that someone is there for him, and for each other.
With finally reuniting with Steve, he has found a family, somewhere he can call home.
A warmth finally fills his soul. Something he has craved for, something he nearly forgot about.
Again, and again. He is reminded by Steve, that he deserves the world, and has the right to be happy and to find peace with the past.
As a whole Bucky doesn't deserve to suffer, and to kill, but he did and still made it out alive.
He now is able to live the life that he wants. No one can choose for him, thankfully only he can choose.
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FanfictionThis where I will various oneshots about my ships and OCs. Plus rants~