Alleyways

The Sun Was Never Supposed to Be Yours,

JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES.

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He was the hunter turned prey, terrified of being detected.

Bucky's heart thudded as distant headlights crossed his line of sight; anxiety demanding his legs advance further into the trees. The same soft winds that caressed his skin pushed his breaths into the inky nighttime air, mingling with heavy fog. Light steps ushered him through shadows, the chilled metal of his arm pressed to his side as he moved along dark alley walls.

Was he Sergeant Barnes? No, any eyes upon him would see only the Winter Soldier.

Fear gripped at his mind, shaking his soul. The once pure was now a mess.
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As you can see, I've gone for the traditional 100 word drabble. I hope everyone enjoyed it!

DISCLAIMER: © James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes to Marvel. I own the plot and the words.
Okay I don't literally own each word (obviously) but I wrote this piece.