March, 1964
11:06am
I feel good today.
It's been over a year since my last entry.
Who knows how many times my memory has been wiped since I last wrote in 1962?
I had another mission today. I resisted killing my target. I shot a little too far to the left and the bullet only grazed their shoulder. My victim escaped.
A metal badge had fallen from their suit.
"S.H.I.E.L.D." was written on it.
I was trained to kill. I didn't kill whoever it was.
HYDRA will be very disappointed in me.
But I feel good. Maybe there is hope. Maybe I'm not evil.
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Ephemeral ☇ B. Barnes
Fanfiction. . .in which his memories come and go in waves when he's not in cryo, and he writes them in notebooks to ensure he will not lose them again. #206 in Fanfiction as of 5/28/16. © savagesociety 2016
