Untold ghost stories of HYDRA's metal fist ★ I've become a shell of the man I once was; my pride shattered, my valor a facade, my hope stolen. I no longer fear death but crave it. There are days when I'd sell my soul for the high they once offered me, and I know that makes me a terrible person, but I'm damned anyway...
"With a sigh of relief and an ache in his heart of the longed familiarity, Bucky dropped his bag. Home, Bucky took in a grounding breath. Crossing the small room, Bucky plopped face first down on the bare twin size mattress. The frame was a bit snug with Bucky's feet almost hanging over the end of the bed. But that di...
"Gesturing towards his roommate, Sam introduced the pair, 'This is Steve. Steve, this is Bucky.' Bucky neighborly extended his hand out to Steve while telling the petite blond, 'Nice to meet you.' Steve eagerly took Bucky's hand and nodded. That was all he could do. Steve's mouth felt entirely too dry in that moment a...
