Wrecked

Chapter One

I saw him again.

In my dreams, the blank look in his eyes still haunts me. He has no idea who I am. I want to see him, my best friend, smile and laugh like he used to, but I know that I might not ever see that again. The Bucky I knew is gone. Even if he remembers me, things won't be like they used to.

That day in the carrier, when it was falling, before he threw that final punch, before the floor fell and we started falling through the sky, I thought I saw him recognize me. I thought I saw a spark. Maybe he had started to remember me....

Maybe that's just wishful thinking....

I dwell on that too much. Bruce says it's bad to dwell on specific events like that for too long, cause it'll drive us insane. We'll get so caught up in it. Our own thoughts. We'll do anything to know if what we saw or what we think is true.

I know he's right and I should stop thinking about it, but how?

Maybe if I could find him....

No, I'm not gonna torture myself like that.

I just gotta find a way to keep myself busy so I don't think about him.

I hear my alarm go off and I sigh. I need to start sleeping.