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Open RP || Verse where everybody is happy and dealing with their ptsd in a healthy manner

Bucky closed the door to his new apartment quietly, his eyes adjusting to the dim lights as he looked around. It was odd, looking around and knowing that Sam or Tony wouldn't be coming around the corner and asking questions, or telling him to go look up this movie, or that song. A smile touched his lips at the thought. Steve had helped him make a list, and they had gotten him a computer and a phone so he could finally start to discover the pop culture of this decade. He walked over to the couch, his couch, and sat down. While sitting, the former assassin shed his coat and shoes, placing them neatly aside before laying down and getting comfortable. The couch was big enough for two people to lay on, so it was extremely comfy for just him. Bucky closed his eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep, a smile touching his lips.