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videogamesandmurder2014-05-26 01:44 am
thepriceoffreedom) wrote in videogamesandmurder2014-05-26 01:44 am
How much is that... something... in the window?
Steve had been down on himself since his 'road trip' with Sam had turned up nothing but dead ends in the hunt for Bucky. He just wanted to talk. To try to bring the Bucky he knew back before someone else got to him. But after three months of searching, Sam and Natasha had finally managed to drag Steve back to his apartment in Washington D.C.. For a while at least. It wasn't like Steve was ever going to give up. He would keep searching for Bucky until one or both of them was dead. Really dead this time.
But for now he was 'home'. In his temporary home. Back to checking things off his list a bit less enthusiastically. Taking his runs with far less enjoyment and a more solemn mindset. At home he lost himself in the file Natasha had given him. And each day he found new things to shoulder the blame for. New ways he had failed Bucky. Failed everyone.
Natasha had come along to force him to go out on the town with her. He knew she was just trying to distract him, but he let her drag him out of his cave for a while to wander the city streets. His eyes distant with memory lane and his mind somewhere else.
It was not until they had started to pass the pet shop that he had paused to look at the kittens in the window. A small smile on his face as they tumbled over each other. It was one of those ASPCA days at the pet store, and there were pound representatives with pets from the local shelters who needed homes and got seen far less than the puppymill bred showdogs of the pet store.
Steve paused a little too long. Natasha was sure to notice even as he slowly started walking by again.
But for now he was 'home'. In his temporary home. Back to checking things off his list a bit less enthusiastically. Taking his runs with far less enjoyment and a more solemn mindset. At home he lost himself in the file Natasha had given him. And each day he found new things to shoulder the blame for. New ways he had failed Bucky. Failed everyone.
Natasha had come along to force him to go out on the town with her. He knew she was just trying to distract him, but he let her drag him out of his cave for a while to wander the city streets. His eyes distant with memory lane and his mind somewhere else.
It was not until they had started to pass the pet shop that he had paused to look at the kittens in the window. A small smile on his face as they tumbled over each other. It was one of those ASPCA days at the pet store, and there were pound representatives with pets from the local shelters who needed homes and got seen far less than the puppymill bred showdogs of the pet store.
Steve paused a little too long. Natasha was sure to notice even as he slowly started walking by again.