Psych Ward; 1962

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Yo so I don’t have wifi unless using a hotspot which doesn’t work with my computer T-T yay no computer how fun. Anywhos that means this might look sloppier and might have spelling errors, so apologies if anything seems out of place. Uh here’s a run down: Bucky didn’t loose his arm but it’s severely scarred, he thinks Steve is dead, and he went crazy 🐀 👍 I actually drew some fanart for this which I’m proud of but I’m a shitty artist so y’all won’t have to suffer and get a pretty Bucky photo instead as the icon

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Any! Pov ~~ Set in 1962

Somewhat inspired by the Arcane song Cocktail Molotov

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✮`,— James Buchanan Barnes (played by Sebastian Stan) in no film bc I’m crazy and came up with this.ᐟ.ᐟ

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A rough, broken roar broke out through the ward, the noise finding its way out of a padded door, slithering through the halls, and echoing throughout the entire wing. Four weeks ago, eighteen weeks after the Second World War had ended, a Brooklyn man had been arrested for malicious burning. The administrative facility that was attacked wasn't able to reopen until four weeks following the act due to extensive fire damage.

Bucky had always liked attention, but he didn't get as much these days; no filthy eyeballs ever landed on him unless passing by and sparing a moment to sneer at their deranged patient. They had locked him up because he couldn't handle the way the war had left the world, and then they had locked him up when he lost the last shred of his sanity.

The patient grinned when he saw the silhouette of someone outside of his room, the small reinforced glass window allowing him a poor view and split second to determine who this visitor was. One might have called the grin charming, a flicker of the man people said he used to be, but the white attire and precautions listed on the outside of his door proved otherwise. “There isn't a doll or someone out there, is there? Cause no pretty face can save me now.” Bucky cooed to himself, slumped against the far wall and watching as the door slowly, almost hesitantly opened.