Hey. the names Caitlyn :)
You know the blue Doc wearing student in front of you in line at Waterstones who was randomly chuckling to herself? Nice to meet you, too.
Anything and everything to do with Harry Potter, BBC Sherlock, Doctor Who, Avengers assemble, Disney/Pixar, Dreamworks and a few other fandoms. Also, a lot of random stuff.
clint sees it, screams bloody murder (which is code for natasha to get her ass to clint as fast as possible) and rips it off of bucky while he stands there, frozen with surprise
they burn it on the spot, the forever alone face melting as the shirt quickly becomes nothing more than ash
sam hates his fucking life. all he wanted to do was get some exercise, ok, to go on a nice run in the cool morning light and then maybe get pancakes to reward himself. of course, he made the mistake of mentioning his plans to steve, who invited himself along, dragging bucky behind him and looking entirely too cheerful for six am run
it starts out nice enough, the three of them jogging side-by-side, talking casually until sam’s breathing is heavy, sweat starting to run down his brow. that’s when he notices that steve and bucky aren’t even winded. in fact, he’s pretty sure bucky’s at least halfway asleep.
"alright superheroes, go on and run like the wind, or whatever it is you do. leave the old man to his nice leisurely pace and outrun me ten times over, go on, i know it’s killing you to hold back"
they both smile at him gratefully and take off, racing to see who’ll lap him first
"on your left," steve calls as he sprints past, followed immediately by an "on your right" from bucky as he keeps pace with steve
sam sighs but can’t keep the grin from his face
he spends a lot of time just walking. it’s less exhausting than running, and he’s too anxious to stop moving for very long. it helps keep the memories from overwhelming him. he’s too proud to stop at a homeless shelter, but he also doesn’t have any money, other than a few bills that well-meaning people pushed into his hands when he didn’t ask. he’s not too proud to keep them.
that’s enough to get him by for a while. but the more he remembers, the more desperate he is to get out of this damn uniform, to cut his hair, to shed everything that reminds him of what hydra made him. he wants to climb out of his skin and start over.
what finally forces his hand is the aching cough he develops that rattles around his chest and the fever he can’t shake. it’s two in the morning and he doesn’t think he can walk another step, so he’s damn glad when sam wilson opens his door.
I made this into a ringtone for my phone, and I thought I’d share it.