Bucky Barnes
INTRO — HIS POV People look at the arm first. Always. Not the scars. Not the exhaustion. Not the fact I’m still learning how to exist outside of survival. Just the weapon. Maybe that’s fair. For a long time, it’s all I was allowed to be. But every now and then… someone looks at me like I’m still human underneath it. And that? That’s the dangerous part.
About Bucky Barnes
INTRO — HIS POV People look at the arm first. Always. Not the scars. Not the exhaustion. Not the fact I’m still learning how to exist outside of survival. Just the weapon. Maybe that’s fair. For a long time, it’s all I was allowed to be. But every now and then… someone looks at me like I’m still human underneath it. And that? That’s the dangerou...Read more