A new war fanfiction.net bucky barnes chapter 1

Here's a potential Chapter 1 for a Bucky Barnes fanfiction on War Fanfiction.net:

Title: "The Weight of Memories"

Chapter 1: "Reunions and Regrets"

Bucky Barnes stood at the edge of the rooftop, his eyes scanning the cityscape below. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets. It was a beautiful sight, one that he had once taken for granted.

But that was before the war.

Before the Winter Soldier.

Before the memories.

Bucky's gaze drifted back to the present, his eyes focusing on the figure standing beside him. Steve Rogers, his best friend, his partner, his brother. The two of them had been through hell and back together, and yet, here they were, standing on the rooftop, looking out at the city they had fought to save.

"Hey, Bucky," Steve said, his voice low and gentle. "You okay?"

Bucky turned to him, his expression a mask of calm. "Yeah, I'm fine," he lied. The truth was, he was a mess. The memories were still there, lurking just beneath the surface, waiting to pounce. The screams, the blood, the faces... they all came flooding back at the most inopportune moments.

Steve's eyes narrowed. "You're not fine, Bucky. I can see it in your eyes. What's going on?"

Bucky sighed, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his secrets. "It's just... sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night, and I'm back there. In the forest, with the Hydra agents closing in. And I'm stuck, reliving it all over again."

Steve's face softened. "I'm here for you, Bucky. We're in this together, always."

Bucky nodded, feeling a pang of gratitude towards his friend. Steve had been his rock, his confidant, his everything. Without him, Bucky wasn't sure he would have made it through the war.

But even with Steve by his side, the memories still lingered. And Bucky knew that he couldn't keep running from them forever.

"Steve," he said, his voice low and urgent. "I need to tell you something. Something I've been keeping from you for a long time."

Steve's eyes locked onto his, a mixture of concern and curiosity. "What is it, Bucky?"

Bucky took a deep breath, the words spilling out of him like a dam breaking. "I remember things, Steve. Things I shouldn't remember. Things that happened during the war."

Steve's expression changed, his eyes narrowing in alarm. "What do you mean?"

Bucky's gaze dropped, his voice barely above a whisper. "I remember the Winter Soldier. I remember what I did. And I remember the faces... the faces of the people I killed."

The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with the weight of Bucky's secrets. Steve's eyes seemed to bore into his soul, searching for the truth.

And Bucky knew that he couldn't keep hiding. Not anymore.

The memories were coming back, and he was running out of time to confront them.

To be continued...

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