[ the winter soldier carried out operations in every corner of the world. this is a matter of public record by now, but bucky doesn't need to read about his past to know the truth of it anymore. he's been on every inhabited continent for one reason or another, in and out of hundreds of cities without leaving so much as a footprint. the things he's seen, the places he's been -
nothing compares to this. nothing. not even the sunrise over brooklyn, the memories he cherishes most now that they're his to claim; absolutely nothing in the world can hold a candle to golden rays of light that shine down on wakanda.
it stills something inside of him, quiets the static noise of the darker thoughts that stalk around his mind. part of it is the princess' treatment, he knows this and there aren't enough words to express gratitude for everything they've done for him here - but much as she might declare it for herself, he can't give shuri all the credit.
it's in the land itself. something honest, solid and firm; something beautiful that sets his heart at ease. he spends most of his time alone out here, just sitting. he's not one for meditation or prayer or any of the things james buchanan barnes might've done given boundless freedom and an open sky. he just ... sits. watches. breathes.
and for the first time in a long time - possibly ever - he's at peace. god help him, but he could stay here forever even knowing every reason why he can't. who would ever choose to leave this golden utopia? #wakandaforever my dudes where can he sign the fuck up ]
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timeasmymeasure
hello darkness my old friend
Date: 2018-02-22 02:22 am (UTC)nothing compares to this. nothing. not even the sunrise over brooklyn, the memories he cherishes most now that they're his to claim; absolutely nothing in the world can hold a candle to golden rays of light that shine down on wakanda.
it stills something inside of him, quiets the static noise of the darker thoughts that stalk around his mind. part of it is the princess' treatment, he knows this and there aren't enough words to express gratitude for everything they've done for him here - but much as she might declare it for herself, he can't give shuri all the credit.
it's in the land itself. something honest, solid and firm; something beautiful that sets his heart at ease. he spends most of his time alone out here, just sitting. he's not one for meditation or prayer or any of the things james buchanan barnes might've done given boundless freedom and an open sky. he just ... sits. watches. breathes.
and for the first time in a long time - possibly ever - he's at peace. god help him, but he could stay here forever even knowing every reason why he can't. who would ever choose to leave this golden utopia? #wakandaforever my dudes where can he sign the fuck up ]