The Soldier's Return (A Bucky Barnes Post-Civil War Fanfiction)

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EDIT: Just a quick reminder!! This story is not a reader insert. I worked hard to develop the main character as her own being. Therefore, please do not refer to yourselves as her in your comments. Thanks!

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When most children are eight years old, they're being taught to dream impossible dreams. They're being taught that "impossible" can't be spelled without the words "I'm possible." When I was eight years old, I learned that some things really are impossible. I learned that joy and peace are illusions. I learned that they merely mask the darkness of the real world.

I still remember the day I was taken away. I was sitting on my twin bed that was made with a wool blanket. As I read a book from school, I wore the old army jacket my father loved before he passed. I heard the front door open, then, a minute or two later, two police officers opened my bedroom door.

They told me to pack a bag, so I quickly pulled out my school backpack. I dumped out my schoolbooks and shoved in some clothes, my dad's Army medals and Army jacket, and a small photo album that fits easily in the jacket pocket. When Dad died, Mom went crazy. I just barely managed to grab his army jacket and his possessions before she burned them. I never took off his dog tags.

It took weeks, then months, then years for me to get even remotely settled. Now, I'm here. I'm stuck in a house crammed full of foster kids, and I hate it. I hate my closet bedroom, and I don't trust the other three other foster girls who also live in this house.

Then, of course, life got even more complicated when I hit puberty. I found out I could do things with my mind, things I shouldn't be able to do. I haven't told anybody because, honestly, my...my powers, if that's what you want to call them, terrify me. I know how to control them, but the fact that I even have them at all is scary.

I've never had a chance to really use them, until now. I'm sitting crouched in a classroom along with twenty-three other students. An announcement came over the system saying that an armed intruder entered the building. Cops still haven't arrived, and I feel the need to make a choice weighing on me.

I hear a few gunshots, and that's when I know what I need to do. I jump to my feet and run to the door.

"Ms. Clarke, what on Earth do you think you're doing?" Mrs. Rosen gasps, trying to keep her voice at a whisper.

"Unlock the door," I say calmly. "I can help."

"There is an armed intruder out there!" she whisper-yells.

"I know," I smirk.

Since she won't give me the key, I focus on the molecules of the knob. I manipulate them telekinetically to unlock the door, and I grin when I hear the click. My emerald green telekinetic energy whisps fade, and I hear gasps from the people behind me.

I open the door and creep into the hall. I gulp as I try to steel myself for what I'm about to do. I silently move down the hallway, peeking around the corner. My eyes widen when I see the man, but I don't panic. I press my back to the wall of lockers and take a few deep breaths. I leave the safety of the wall and turn the corner.

The man must sense someone is watching him, because he turns quickly. He points his gun at me, but I put my left hand in front of me. I instantly feel a connection with his blood, so I stop the blood in his hand. I use the blood to force him to drop the gun.

"W-What are you doing?" he chokes out in fear.

I spread my control over all the blood in his body, and I halt all blood flow. He's frozen under my control, and I use my free hand to summon a cloud of poison. I force his mouth open, and I make sure he breathes in all of it. It will knock him out long enough for the police to detain him.

I release control over him, and I watch as his unconscious body slumps to the floor. I notice a few eyes staring at me with wide eyes from classroom door windows, so I do the only thing I can think of.

I run.