IT'S HARD TO LET GO ⎮ PRIVATE, IMPALA

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  • [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]/ DOES THIS REMIND YOU OF ONE OF OUR OLD AUS, HMMMM? in the rain wow 100%


    It was a weird place to find him, Bucky, yeah. Stuck in some sort of rain shower, the man gripped onto a soaked newspaper and held it over his head ⏤ though, it wasn't necessarily doing anything for him. A spring shower, people called it. Quick gray clouds covering the sky above, but the sun wasn't far away. He was standing on a slick sidewalk that wasn't far from the beach. Hazel eyes scanning over the shore as families rushed underneath their umbrellas, kids squealing and splashing out of the sea into the arm's of their parents while rain dripped down his forehead and every other exposed inch of skin. Sure, there was shelter nearby, but he continued to stand out in the rain. Like the stubborn piece of * he was.


    He looked sort of lost, staring out into the green and blue sea in some sort of wonder. What was he doing with his life? War veteran. For a while he'd been second to a leader. He'd been a strong member the community, and now... what? He was so pathetic. His best-friend was off, doing great things with life and Buck just felt like he was continuously dragging the blonde down. Given up in words. Something Barnes never thought he'd ever do. He didn't really have a lot of motivation left. Worn down. He just missed when it'd been so *ing simple. Him and Steve, young. Carefree. When grins and sarcasm came so easy. When he could take Rogers by his shoulder and the two of them would laugh and grin. When he'd been so in love. When his life was on track and no some * show. Now he had to try. He had to force himself to grin, when he was actually around. The world had chewed him up and spat him back out.


    Now, all these thoughts swarmed around his head, stiff as he stared out into the endless horizon as the rain fell in cold sheets and caused his own metallic arm to whir while moving his fingers into a fist. He was just so *ing pathetic.

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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 310px;][justify][size=9pt][font=Arial]T RACK FOR TOMORROW CAUSE ITS LATE
    OH GOD THE MEMORIES IT HURTS MAN
    CRIES MYSELF TO SLEEP