James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
trainwrecked) wrote2014-04-14 08:51 am
trainwrecked) wrote2014-04-14 08:51 am
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For neverdanced and chernaya
It was easier, these days. He was staying away from some of the things that he remembered more clearly, and reading up on things that he wanted to remember, but couldn't. It made him less volatile, and he knew he'd caused plenty enough damage already. He needed to stop, somehow.
Maybe, one day, try to atone for it, but he had no idea how to be that man, the man that people admired.
It wasn't easy. His memories were still a mushy mess. But it was easier. He'd lay low, away from DC and NYC, but close enough that he could use a good library. He'd use the traces of his programming to get resources, but wasn't braving an actual job, yet. He'd hide, until he knew he wasn't just going to maim somebody by lashing out at them for saying the wrong thing, innocent as it might seem to them.
He'd been doing fine. Right?
Maybe, one day, try to atone for it, but he had no idea how to be that man, the man that people admired.
It wasn't easy. His memories were still a mushy mess. But it was easier. He'd lay low, away from DC and NYC, but close enough that he could use a good library. He'd use the traces of his programming to get resources, but wasn't braving an actual job, yet. He'd hide, until he knew he wasn't just going to maim somebody by lashing out at them for saying the wrong thing, innocent as it might seem to them.
He'd been doing fine. Right?