the winter soldier (
conflictedsoldier) wrote2014-05-08 01:47 pm
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Meme based off of this one here. For
icannotlie.
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Bucky wasn't sure what was real anymore. After everything that happened, he felt like he was feeling himself fall apart. Memories were coming back, throwing the images at him whether he wanted him or not. He felt dizzy a lot, doubling over in pain when nausea hits. He wasn't sure what drugs they used on him, but the feelings of trying to be human again were painful. Sometimes he couldn't even keep food down.
He'd done well, getting information on his past and still staying one step ahead of Steve. He was good at evasion, hiding before Steve could find him, staying just out of his reach. If he wanted to be found, he would be. No, this was a nostalgia lane trip. The boxing ring at the gym. The street they grew up on. The museum. Everything had to be investigated.
There was only one problem. He didn't have all the answers. Steve would. As much as he hated it, he was going to have to seek out Steve. Because Steve was his weakness. The more the memories returned, the more he remembered how much he had cared for Steve, maybe even loved him.
Seeing his face as he fell from the train was one of the most heartbreaking things he remembered.
Standing outside of Steve's apartment, he wondered if Steve would know he was here. Maybe he should go up and knock on the door? Still, he hesitated. He knew watching the building was probably creepy, but it was hard to describe what he was feeling. Nervous? Worried? He'd never felt like this before.
It scared him.
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Bucky wasn't sure what was real anymore. After everything that happened, he felt like he was feeling himself fall apart. Memories were coming back, throwing the images at him whether he wanted him or not. He felt dizzy a lot, doubling over in pain when nausea hits. He wasn't sure what drugs they used on him, but the feelings of trying to be human again were painful. Sometimes he couldn't even keep food down.
He'd done well, getting information on his past and still staying one step ahead of Steve. He was good at evasion, hiding before Steve could find him, staying just out of his reach. If he wanted to be found, he would be. No, this was a nostalgia lane trip. The boxing ring at the gym. The street they grew up on. The museum. Everything had to be investigated.
There was only one problem. He didn't have all the answers. Steve would. As much as he hated it, he was going to have to seek out Steve. Because Steve was his weakness. The more the memories returned, the more he remembered how much he had cared for Steve, maybe even loved him.
Seeing his face as he fell from the train was one of the most heartbreaking things he remembered.
Standing outside of Steve's apartment, he wondered if Steve would know he was here. Maybe he should go up and knock on the door? Still, he hesitated. He knew watching the building was probably creepy, but it was hard to describe what he was feeling. Nervous? Worried? He'd never felt like this before.
It scared him.

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"You wanna talk about it?"
(still YOUR tag on STony :P)
"I am here. I... I want to be here." He looked up at Steve, hoping that was enough. For now.
Not anymore, Peggy PSL is yours too BD
Steve had to make sure, because this was too important not to.
SO MANY THREADS AAAAAGH :D
One hand reached up, running through his messy hair. "I need you. I just... It's all a jumble. I'm not sure what I need, but... I want to be here."
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"Do you believe in second chances?"
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Rising to his feet, he grabbed the dishes and carried them over to the sink. He tried not to think about all the pain he'd caused, people he'd murdered including Howard. It was too much to bear. "The blood flows. It's hard to wipe it off."
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"Don't we all deserve second chances?"