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I help out the government at times. I work at the hospital, but sometimes, there are moments that I think about what it would have been like to just be, James Buchanan Barnes. What if, what if I was just my own person, Steve never became Captain America. How differently would my life had been? Just another dead soldier who left no legacy behind.

That is what I struggle with, what am I leaving behind as a legacy. I have the stories, the acknowledgement finally of how I helped in the war efforts. I don't know really what I am rambling on about. I mean I do, just not how to explain it.

There are days I don't want to be seen. I want to grab Steve and run back to the world of smokey bars, Jazz and just being the guys in the crowd. No one looking at my arm, no one looking at his ass. Just two dumb ass guys trying to figure out this world together.

Invisible.

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