innocent

freedom

Cecelia stared at Bucky as he sat next to her. Apparently, his words were wiped from his mind. They no longer affected him. Cecelia on the other hand...

She'd been sedated multipule times anytime the words were said. She'd get violent, and turn back to who she was before.

Currently the two were in their small tent where they stayed. Cecelia was writing down her thoughts in her journal that Steve got her.

It was later, it was almost dark out. Bucky was sitting with her as she was writing. This is the quietest she's been. Bucky realized even though Cecelia was more than agitating with her stupid questions, he missed that at that moment.

Dear Diary,

Ive been in Wakanda for 8 months. In those 8 months Ive gone full psycho when the words are said to me. Bucky doesn't react to them anymore, with me its a diferent story.

Its very calm in Wakanda, its rare when anyone fights. Im not used to that. Everyone has to pull their own weight, which makes me feel not useless, which is pretty nice.

I grew half of an inch, and my hair is getting long again. So now I'm 5'6 1/2, I also turned 10, or 32. It doesn't matter, I'm still a kid. I get that reminder a lot here.

When my brain shuts off and wants to go in a killing spree whenever the stupid words are said, I get reminded of that. Apparently its ok, and Im just a child. But it's not ok, because children don't kill 103 people.

Bucky says that Steve is clearing our names, or trying to, him and Natasha. We rarely hear from Steve because you can't exactly mail letters to Wakanda, and the security at this place is insane. Theyre in their own little bubble here. (literally)

I guess Im kinda jealous of Bucky. He has freedom, he is not in the constant reminder that Hydra is still inside him. I mean, he still gets nightmares, but theyre not as bad as they used to be. The people in Wakanda call him white wolf now, I dont get why, but they do. Im White fox, I don't get it. Maybe one day I will though. Bucky still calls me doll, or Ceily. Steve called me Ceil. I like Steve, and I see why Bucky liked him to.

-Cecelia Barnes

"Cecelia." Bucky said as she closed her book. She put it under her pillow and looked up at him. "You were supposed to be out of the tent a minute ago. You know how Okoye is when you're late. Bucky said as Cecelia stood up.

"It's not like it's gonna work." Cecelia said, Bucky frowned as he looked up at her.

"If I got past it so can you." Bucky said, Cecelia sighed as she looked at him.

"I hope you're right." She said before exiting. Bucky looked down at the amount of hope she had in herself. None. She had no hope. She put herself down no matter how hard Bucky tried to make her happy about herself.

She saw Okoye outside of her tent, her staff next to her. "Thought I would have had to drag you out." Okoye said as Cecelia looked up at her. Cecelia nodded her head before facing ahead. "What's on your mind, little one?" Okoye asked her, Cecelia shrugged her shoulders.

"What if this doesn't work? What if I'm like this for the rest of my life?" Cecelia asked, Okoye shook her head and stepped in front of Cecelia, stopping her walk.

"That is why you are not succeeding. You do not believe in yourself." Okoye said, poking at her heart. Cecelia looked up at her, her eyes being blank. She didn't show anything. "Let's go, move it." She said before moving out of the way.

The two went deeper into the woods. Okoye had set up a fire for the two. "Sit." She said, Cecelia sat on the log in front of the fire. She heard the cracklings and pops from it. Cecelia stared at it as Okoye looked at her.