Your home in Sokovia was destroyed when Ultron decided to make it ground zero for his attempted coup of the world. Everyone had lost someone - some more than most. You? The family you'd worked for had perished - save one. The rumors were that he'd b...
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His phone vibrates, pulling his attention away from the B horror movie he's been half watching. He's seen it before. Pretty decent effects. Shit plot.
What do you mean everything
He's tempted to look up the definition and send it back as his response. Sam sends another text before he gets the chance to:
When I said check in I didn't mean... Well. How'd she take it?
Bucky glances at the bedroom door for a split second. How'd she take it? Well – she didn't run screaming.
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Hot. Cold. Hot. Cold. On your back. On your side. Buried under blankets or only using the sheet. You can't get comfortable. It's not simply the bedroom door being shut, or having someone else in the apartment. Shutting the door made the most sense in terms of allowing privacy, and who manages to sleep soundly with the door open anyway? Not that you're sleeping. Bucky's already been subjected to being startled from sleep by your reactions to your nightmares. You'd rather not have a repeat of that night in Riga, particularly so soon after the tentative decision to accept his offer of sharing the space. He'll be called away for Avenging sooner or later. The only question is if it will happen before you collapse into the empty sleep of exhaustion, or have another rude awakening in response to your dreams.
It's early when you give up, and get up. You don't bother checking the time because what does it really matter? It's not like you have a schedule to keep. Whatever odd routine you've got in place with Heida doesn't count. You don't have a job — because, well, that job in Madripoor probably was contingent upon living in Madripoor — and at this point, not hearing from them is a pretty clear sign that being shuffled off on your former employer was the voiding of whatever loose contract that had been established. No job means no income, no income means no way to pay Bucky back, not that he's asking. But there's a continued demand regarding the cost of living. You need to find a solution. Eventually.
Stepping under the cascading water helps, sending all your concerns spiraling towards the drain, just like washing away the sweat and dirt of the day. You close your eyes to just stand for a minute and let the water fall, allowing the steam to accumulate and raise the temperature of the tiny tiled room. The moment you step out of the shower you can wrap yourself up in all those worries again, spiral as you lay there on the bed and stare up at the ceiling, waiting for the day to get started. For now you just want to exist. Is that so much to ask? Just stand here and let the water flow?
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