I drank four units of blood before I left the apartment. I got bored so I decided to visit Sam at the VA. As I'm nearing the room where he is hosting a PTSD group meeting, I see the one face that I really didn't want to see right now. So naturally, I turn around and was about to leave but Sam saw me and called for me so I played it off like I was picking something off the ground. I turn back, walk to them, and greet the two with a smile and a quickly raised peace sign.
"First the running man and now the running woman," Sam says as he organizes things on a small circular table.
"Haha, hey guys," I say stopping next to Steve.
"Caught the last few minutes. It's pretty intense," Steve says as he watches Sam. I didn't hear anything the group said since I got here right when it ended so for now I'm just going to listen.
"Yeah, brother, we all got the same problems. Guilt, regret," Sam responds.
"You lose someone?" Steve asks him.
"My wingman, Riley. Flying a night mission. Standard PJ rescue op. Nothing we hadn't done one thousand times before. Until an RPG knocked Riley's dumb ass out of the sky. Nothing I could do. It's like I was up there just to watch," he says in a gloomy tone making me look at him with sympathy.
"I'm sorry," Steve tells him softly.
"After that, I had a really hard time finding a reason for being over there, you know?" he says with a sigh.
"But you're happy now, back in the world?" Steve asks.
"Hey, the number of people giving me orders is down to about zero. So, hell yeah," he says with a smile making me give him a tight lipped smile.
"Y'all thinking about getting out?" he asks looking between us.
"No. Well I don't know. To be honest, I don't know what I would do with myself if I did," Steve answers with a shrug.
"I've been thinking about it," I answer honestly rocking back and forth on my heels.
"Really?" Steve and Sam ask at the same time as they look at me eagerly.
"Really," I confirm looking between the two men.
"You guys could do whatever you want to do. What makes you happy?" he asks us.
"I don't know," Steve says with a sigh.
"Sex," I jokingly say receiving a glare from Steve and a chuckle from Sam.
Stop acting like a child.
"Uh I actually don't know," I say as I remember what Steve said. Steve leaves after saying goodbye to sam and I was about to follow him but I didn't I decided to stay behind and have my own conversation with Sam.
"Sorry about your friend, Riley" I tell Sam.
"Thanks. You lose someone?" he asks me.
"Yeah my brother, my twin actually, Donovan. I called him Don though. We were kidnapped a year after we enlisted and nearly a decade after being used and controlled I escaped with him but we were caught not long after. He died, chopped up by the people who kidnapped us" I say with a sad smile.
"Was he like you?" he questions after a moment of silence. I shake my head laughing a little.
"Complete opposites. He was the calm, cool, collected one most the time and I was the rabid dog. I'd be the one getting us into trouble and he'd be the one getting us out. Despite that, we were best friends, inseparable even, we were like joint at the hip," I tell him remembering all the good memories with Don.
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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛 || ℕ𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊 ℝ𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚏𝚏
FanfictionOn Hold Y/n L/n was born in 1896, the second she turned 18 she enlisted into the military with her twin brother Donovan, both were kidnapped by HYDRA, one was used as a test subject and the other was used as leverage, both came out, one in literal...
