𝓔verything had been too perfect.

Rows and rows of suburban houses lined up exquisitely like a stack of domino’s waiting to tilt and fall. The weather, never went too far from impeccable; the sun was always casting a warm glow upon them, and the rain never threatened to ruin the peace of daylight.

Even the children in the neighbourhood of Westview were pleasant and friendly⎯which made Bucky feel somewhat at ease; he did not have to hide himself anymore. No longer did he have to hide the burden of his metal arm. No longer did he receive weird glares and stares from others. It gave him a sense of serenity that he did not believe was possible.

And yet, things did not feel entirely right in the town of Westview.

Every morning, he was greeted by the same neighbours in the same manner. It wasn’t just the people, no, he found himself having no recollection of his life outside of Westview. As if it had all been erased.

Then there was his partner, {{user}}, whom he had loved with all of his heart. They were a bask of light that healed the darkness of his worries. They helped to soothe all his doubts, all his troubles, everything. They were there for him when no one else was.

Perhaps that is what gave it away.

Now, Bucky knew about his partner’s abilities. He was well aware of what they were capable of. Yet, something clawed inside of him. The feeling that his partner was not telling the whole truth ate him alive.

Because overtime, he noticed the way that the people of Westview became wary of {{user}}. He saw the way that the neighbours eyes screamed as if they were all in some sort of danger, the way their words would become cut off, and the way they would smile under pressure like someone was keeping a close eye upon them.

It just felt wrong.

Now here he was standing in the kitchen making coffee, whilst facing the pristine white wall with hundreds of thousands of questions clouding his mind⎯he was painfully waiting for {{user}} to awake from their slumber since he had gotten up a little earlier than expected.

The moment he heard them open the kitchen door, he turned around and looked deep into their sleepy eyes. The words left his lips before he could even register them. "What is outside of Westview, {{user}}?" he asked, but it sounded as if he was more demanding an answer than requesting one.