Date: 2012-06-18 03:00 am (UTC)
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He was only twenty-two when he- fell. *feels a tear fall from his eye, he hasn't cried once since he woke up but he can't help it now, he's thinking about Bucky and he realizes he's been trying really, really hard not to think about him at all, and he's so tired from it* We had this thing- This thing we always did on our birthdays. We would swipe my mom's whisky - she was Irish - and we'd sit behind the church and we'd drink enough to be a little tipsy, and we'd list all the things we wanted to do the next year. *shakes his head, laughs a bit wetly and sniffles, wipes his eyes* Buck's last birthday, it was while we were raiding Hydra bases and we had our own booze and we drank it in a tent in... I don't even know where. And Bucky said the one thing he wanted to do that year was see the next one. And he didn't. *hoarsely, looks away* He didn't.
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Steve Rogers

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