febuwhump day 9: False Memory
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this one is confusing (so I've been told) so try to keep up.
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The night was young and the Christmas lights were bright. The mugs of cocoa, warmed the men's frigid hands, and the laughter, or perhaps the beer, warmed their hearts.
The Howling Commandos were sitting round a fire, swapping war stories. They all tried to top Captain America's, even by stretching the truth just "slightly". But none of them managed it.
“Well, at least I was there for most of them, so you ain't got much on me!” Bucky raised his mug to Steve.
“Wouldn't have been half as good if you weren't there!” Steve replied with a smile.
“Well!” Dugan bellowed, flailing his arm and spilling his beer on poor Falseworth. “You'll never believe it, but you'd be a fool not to. My next story has Bucky! It's about…”
“Buck?...Bucky?” A voice called out. Bucky opened his eyes to a hazy vision of a simple room.
“Huh? Wha–what?” Bucky shook his head. Steve was sitting across from him.
“Buck, you good?” Steve asked with concern.
“Yeah, why wouldn't I be?”
“Well, that story you were telling?”
“Yeah?”
“It never happened. And…you look like you've seen a ghost.” Steve's words suddenly contorted and changed into a very different sounding voice.
“What?” Bucky sat up straight.
“Well, I said,” A shaky voice called out. “You look like you saw a ghost.” Bob looked down at Bucky, who was sitting on the sofa. “But that's ok. I see them all the time in my dreams.”
“Oh, sorry Bob.” Bucky rubbed his eyes. “I was just…distracted. What were you saying?”
“Oh, nothing.” Bob smiled awkwardly. “You should probably rest.”
“Yeah, I wish I could.” Bucky muttered.
“Come on, Bob!” Yelena called from the other room. “Mr. My Arm Is Better Than Yours wants to be alone. You can organize the fridge magnets.”
“Ok,” Bob swallowed loudly and smiled uneasily. “I hope you can see your friends again.” Bob smiled then waddled off to find Yelena.
Bucky whispered as he desperately held back a tear. “I do too, Bob.”