Don't Let Me Remember ||Winter-In-Brooklyn||
[voicemail] i... home, bedroom, i can't... i'm remembering things that... i-i... sh-shit, bucky don't... don't leave me al-one again... *whimpers* if i... every time i close my e-eyes... i can see it.. god... n-no, i don't *sound of phone dropping, there's a low whine, a beep, and it hangs up*
[Voicemail] I’m halfway there, kiddo. Don’t bother unlocking the door, I’m coming in through the balcony.
Steve couldn't answer, his phone a few feet away from him, screen cracked but he didn't care, leaning back against the corner and staring at the ceiling. He couldn't let himself blink, couldn't let himself close his eyes.
[Blink] There's punching and blood and someone is screaming-
He shakes his head quickly, swallowing hard, his fingers curling into fists and he lets out a swear. 12 hours of this? He wasn't sure he would last.