My Name Is Bucky

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I have been out in the forest for a few days. I'm assuming three or four. Not long.

Yet, I had this feeling that I was being followed. I was being watched. I kept having this dream of these boys. I never saw their faces, and they never talked. They would run out of my reach before I could get to them.

I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up and spun around. Somebody was definitely there. "Show yourself!" I growled and held the knife in my belt. I had managed to take one from a store.

The leaves crunched again. "Show yourself now and I'll only kill you a little bit!" I saw movement from behind a tree and launched my knife at it.

There was a woosh and the knife flew past the tree, catching nothing but the air. I walked over to it and grabbed the knife, pulling it from another trees bark.

I talked to myself and touched the tip of the knife with my hand.

It's cold.
Obviously.

Blanket.
No. I'm warm enough. I've been in colder....conditions...

I climbed into my tree, quietly listening for the crunch of the leaves. Birds flew above me and sang their songs while the wind blew gently.

My neck had been in pain for a while, too. I think it was because Natalia jumped directly onto it during her attack. It felt achy and almost like I had been scratched.

I fell asleep after listening and questioning for a while. My dreams were filled with the boys again. I have no time to try and chase Buckys dreams. He died. I'm not him. He's not me.

Yet, sometimes, it feels like he is. It feels like I'm him or he's me.

I had a feeling that somebody was watching me and bolted awake. I looked down towards the ground and saw a figure, with it's head tilted up to look at me. I growled.

I carefully grabbed my knife and watched the figure. It was tall. I threw my knife down at it and it quickly dodged to the side. "Great," I muttered to myself. The enemy now has a weapon.

For some reason, I really felt sleepy. I huffed and forced myself to stand up and carefully walk around to the other branches. The figure didn't move. I was starting to question if the silhouette was a curious child rather than an enemy.

I kept my left hand on my pistol. I counted the seconds in between the crunching of leaves. Six seconds. I took the risk and jumped to the next tree, almost jumping too far as my foot slipped off the branch.

I held in a gasp and hugged the trunk of the tree. Think, soldier.

Make a plan. You're possibly a story up and there's an unknown (possible) threat below you.

Is it an avenger?
No idea

Natalia
Possibly

Bird boy
Plausible

Captain Freedom
Crap

I did not have the energy to have another fight with the captain America. I silently climbed to lower branches of the tree and looked for the figure again. It had seemingly vanished.

This is strange. This is weird, even for me. I listened for breathing, for the fshing of a blade coming out of a sheath, anything.

Silence.

I hopped to the other tree which was significantly lower. From there, I tucked and rolled onto the ground and took off sprinting out of the woods. I didn't know how vast they were, and I didn't know where they lead.

I heard a highway up ahead.
Avoid it. They're waiting for you.

I skid to a stop and quickly spun on my heel, running in the tree line and alongside the road. They couldn't see me, but I could hear them and tell when they'd be gone.

I held my pistol in my hand tightly.
Get ready to kill, soldier.

I waited for an opening and sprinted across the road, shooting at the one officer that had seen me. I came into the middle wood barrier, waiting for an opening in the cars, and sprinted again, into different woods.

I heard the policemen yelling and screaming, somebody was calling an ambulance for their fallen comrade. They sent three officers after me.

I took a breath and kept running, hoping no police officer got to me. I heard the leaves crunch behind me and spun around to the squad of officers.

"Surrender now! And we'll take you alive!" One screamed.

I flexed my metal arm and shot at all three of them before rolling towards them. I grabbed the one in the middle and threw him to the ground before punching the second out cold. The bullets took care of the third one.

"James!" I heard somebody scream behind me. A woman. "Stop this, now!"