let me sleep, i am tired of my grief
“You are the only one here, Captain,” says FRIDAY, voice piped through the speakers outside the back door. “I sense no other presence.”
“He’s right there!” Steve says desperately, taking one unsteady step forward.
The man’s face snaps to meet his, and Steve watches those round eyes go wide with fear. The man’s hands come up as if to ward Steve away, and he stumbles away a few steps before he’s just… gone. As if Steve’s blinked and the man was never there.
let me sleep, i am tired of my grief by inevitable meow. First off, everyone who's frequented this blog should know I am the biggest of shrunkyclunks fans, so this story piqued my interest immediately, like. From the word go, so to speak. Then you add in the whole ghost story aspect, with Bucky literally (sort of) haunting Steve? It's everything I didn't know I wanted, all wrapped up in a beautifully written package. I loved loved loved getting to explore the spooky circumstances through Steve's shaky POV, watching him doubt himself and his sanity and that ever-famous resolve as the story progresses; he's a wonderfully unreliable narrator, except in all the ways he's not at all unreliable, which. Just trust me, the resolution to this story is so good. Highly recommend anyone who's even remotely into shrunkyclunks checks this out, and that goes double for people who like to witness Steve Rogers going through the psychological wringer, but also, y'know, in a romantic way.
