Train in Vain || @lethallittlespiderx
It took him a bit longer than normal to get the list together because he wasn’t going through his normal channels. Bucky could’ve easily asked Fury for it, but it was better to keep him out of it; it was better to keep everyone he knew out of this. The list wasn’t just about finding the information he needed, the list was also about tying off loose ends by whatever means necessary. These people’s accolades were covered in blood. They deserved what they had coming for them, and Bucky wasn’t going to spare them any mercy.
Bucky had been spending the past month going down the list to find something. It wasn’t about hoping there was something to find; honestly, he wasn’t even sure if he found it, he’d really want it. He was tired. His life never gave him any time to breath anymore, and the fact that it was literally getting harder and harder for him to push himself, didn’t make it any better. He was done, but the part of him that wasn’t...he knew he had family with the Avengers, with the Invaders; that part of him wanted to find a solution; that part of him was angry that he was dying; that part of him that finally felt like he was deserving of something. But that part of him was small.
The soldier sat by himself on a train on his way to Germany. It was a nice break from his previous week in Brazil. The country side was relaxing, and he the train car he was in was empty. Bucky pulled a small notebook and pen out of his jacket pocket and opened the worn pages. He’d already crossed off a quarter of the names on the list. He knew he was going down this list a little less than quietly, but he honestly didn’t care. To the authorities in the area, these were clean kills with nothing that would raise suspicions, but to anyone in the spy world, he was making waves, big ones--even if they couldn’t pin any of these kills on him. He knew there was a very select few that could eventually figure out it was him behind it, but he was finding it harder and harder to care.
Bucky sighed, the feeling of someone watching him becoming suddenly apparent. He looked up, making eye contact with someone he wasn’t expecting.
“Nat, why are you here?”