Bucky: A Fictional Narrative

“ I was going to ask you to the dance, if you didn’t get enough courage to ask me!” she said with a smirk.

Another sentiment he experienced is the feeling of remorse for what he sees as utter failure, all because of what he sees as letting his charges down and doing more harm than good. Bucky’s sentiments are fueled by his desire to accept responsibility for his events and actions, though the narrator does not blame Bucky and attempts to absolve his childhood hero for the past

There are numerous times where Steve says he wasn’t there. One example is on page 229 where Steve says, “I know I wasn’t in the drugstore.” Steve said he was never there to Petrocelli while under oath. He doesn’t want to be incarcerated

“You know why I am making you do that in the dance right?” she questioned me.

Initially, Steve cares for his family, but can not show too much feeling. Jerry, younger brother to Harmon, is not allowed to visit his big brother in jail. Due to this Harmon gets emotional. “I wanted to tell Jerry that I loved

… I had forgot what my name was. So I laid there about an hour trying to think, and when Buck waked up I says:

You constantly asked him to tell you stories about his childhood with Steve and what they did to keep themselves entertained because it simply entertained you. But what you loved most was hearing Bucky's voice. No longer battered and strained. When he recalled the

I went to my grandmother’s house for lunch one afternoon. Her name is Bonnie. As we were eating I asked her about a family story. She had one that came straight to mind and really stuck out. It was about her long lost cousin, Jimmy. Jimmy’s mother, Willy, was born into a big family. Willy had eight siblings, but in this story I’ll only talk about two, Gladys and Maylene.

Moon glanced over and saw the dancers eyes open as she was loaded in the ambulance . She glared and grumbled under her breath, “Oh I’ll get you soon, yah little brat.”

“Just say hi, you’re not complete strangers anyway, you spoke to him on the phone that one time didn’t you? Plus, Sam tells him about you a lot, it’s sweet really,” You smiled up at him, his eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. You’d never seen him get in such a state before, sure, you’d seen him during one of his ‘episodes’ but this was a nervous Bucky, not a scared Bucky. “Why are you so worked up anyway? Nothing bad will happen.”

Steve stared down at the letter from Bucky with a mixture of humor and loneliness. He had only been gone two weeks for training and already he had written Steve. It must have been the first thing he did after he got settled in. That really wasn’t all that unusual, it was as much to make sure Steve didn’t run off and do something stupid as it was to keep in touch with his best friend. They were supposed to be there together, training together, fighting together, just as they always had. However, the government didn’t seem to think that Steve was fit to fight for his country. Steve disagreed.

The boy whose name is Arnie is now older, graduated from college, working, and happily married with two children. On the other hand, Bucky continues to blame himself and becomes bitter with no hope. Because he keeps blaming himself for what has happened, he has excluded himself from the world. Bucky would not date, show anyone his arm or legs. He did not even pay a visit to the place he loved most-

So when Bucky, his life partner, wakes him up at 2:00 in the morning with a,

“Lovely.” Steve whined. Bucky led him back to the couch and made him lay down.

You admired Bucky as he sat on corner writing on a notebook. It had become a bad habit now, to notice everything the super soldier did. You moved closer to Steve to ask him about the content of the notebooks and you couldn't help but feel a bit sad after he explained how Bucky would write everything he could remember. You imagined the awful collection of stories Bucky must have written on those pages. You left the tower still thinking about those notebooks, especially how it must be torture to read those memories. You stopped at a small store that was on the way to your apartment and bought some stationary. Pen in hand, you sat on your kitchen table and wrote “TO BUCKY” on the first blank piece of paper. Maybe it was time to give the ex-assassin