Dear Lara,
Steve almost caught me today. Well, his friend. Sam Wilson, I think it was. Honestly, they've been getting closer and closer. I'm going to have to lead them of my trail.
The world has changed so much, Lara. I don't remember it being so bright. The light flash, and I think it's a photographer. But, it's not. It's those signs that advertise weird items.
Like what the hell is a Gucci? And when did Chanel start a business? Who even is Chanel?
I kinda wish I could remember everything. Like my birthday, or my parents. I know I have them, but I just can't put a face or name to the topic. I sometimes give myself headaches thinking about it.
A little more of my memories are coming back though. Nothing too important. Just some man yelling at me to do more push ups.
Was I in the army?
Oh, wait. You can't answer that.
Sincerely,
James Buchanan Barnes.
P.S. I can't believe I remembered how to spell Buchanan.
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Letters of Redemption ° BUCKY BARNES | VOL. 2
Fanfictionin which he writes letters to his loved one's grave. [bucky barnes x lara roth] [captain america; the winter soldier] [book two] [completed] [cover by nightwvngs]
