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Text → Bucky

HO: I can't do this Bucky

HO: I can't live with this I can't

HO: How am I supposed to be okay with this

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is that ROSE LESLIE? no, that’s SINTHEA SHMIDT also known by some as SIN but the world thinks they are just a SCIENCE TEACHER. if I’m not mistaken SHE is 30 and they were PRO the hero ban. (shannon/she&her/23/est)

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“Who’d have thought it.” Harry chuckles as the door swings shut behind him, stepping just inside the store. “A book store. Not exactly what I would’ve imagined for you.” It hadn’t been hard for him to figure out where Bucky worked, it was more a matter of setting aside some time and plucking up the courage to go and see the guy again. He couldn’t stay away, though - not when Bucky had made it so clear he understood what it was like, living the way Harry does - living the way they both have. “Got anything good in lately?”

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Prying his way out of the suit is always the worst part as Harry regains his consciousness, or - maybe that’s not even the word for it, he doesn’t know, it’s like dragging his mind out of sludge, whenever the Goblin is finally subdued, leaving him behind to deal with the guilt of his actions. His apartment is easy to get into - he paid for the luxury to avoid the press if need be, but it seems to be more useful right now for keeping the Goblin out of sight.

He could’ve sworn someone had been following but - it’s hard to tell, when he only sees everything from a backseat, snippets and pieces, words filtering through when he can manage to get close enough to the surface sometimes, especially if it’s not something Goblin is focusing on. The glider is already in his private elevator, the suit going along with it as Harry collapses against the wall of the side entrance to his apartment building. It’s hidden enough - he can stop, take a second to pull himself together.

God, all he wants to do is curl up in bed and hope he doesn’t wake up as him again.

A shadow is cast over him and Harry doesn’t even bother looking up, hoping whoever it is has the foresight to leave him the hell alone. “If you’re here to mug me, I got nothing of value.” Apart from himself, but no one should pay anything for him. Not after what he’s done.

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