I wake up. I wish I was dead. I feel like I might be. I know I am not.
The air around is icy cold. So are my insides.
I feel weak. I am weak.
Today marks the 10th day of my imprisonment. Or has it only been 3?
I don't know for how long I will be able to do this.
My body hurts. It will heal. The serum ensures that.
My spirit is breaking. I can't let them break me. But what point is there?
I close my eyes. I see him. His smile. His warm hugs, his kind words.
„Sam." I whisper. One point.
I drift into unconsciousness. A tear rolls down my cheek.
He whipes it away. A heart of gold. A survivor.
„Bucky." Two points.
I almost reach the darkness. I see a smile to shake the earth.
Soft lips. They are gracing my cold skin. I shiver.
„Steve." Three points. I need to survive. I have to.
I fall unconscious.
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Humor Me (Steve Rogers fanfiction)
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