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fossilised2017-05-23 09:29 pm
advanced) wrote in fossilised2017-05-23 09:29 pm
For Steve
[The little apartment building at the south end of Brooklyn was not a fashionable place to live, it wasn't even a pleasant place to live. The apartments were cheap, tiny, and often had a plethora of faults that the landlord didn't care enough about fixing. The people that lived there were often desperate for money, sometimes illegal immigrants, sometimes people running from a bad situation, sometimes just people who had fallen on hard times.
Bucky looks up at the outside of the building and feels his stomach sink, but it's this or sleeping on his sister's couch again, and he can't cope with that any longer. She's treated him like he's some fragile thing ever since he got discharged, just because he's down an arm and his brain sometimes fucks up. He's still him, and being treated like glass was driving him nuts, so he got the best place he could afford on an army pension.
This shit-hole.
Doesn't matter, this is a fresh start. He has his prosthetic on, so nobody will be able to tell that he's only got one arm, he's even got his hair tied back in a loose bun, and he's ready to face the world. Make friends, get a job, be less fucked up.
...right up until he accidentally drops a box containing the plates and glasses his sister got him as a moving in present right outside his neighbour's door with the loudest crash possible, and then a fairly loud Shit to follow. Oops.]
Bucky looks up at the outside of the building and feels his stomach sink, but it's this or sleeping on his sister's couch again, and he can't cope with that any longer. She's treated him like he's some fragile thing ever since he got discharged, just because he's down an arm and his brain sometimes fucks up. He's still him, and being treated like glass was driving him nuts, so he got the best place he could afford on an army pension.
This shit-hole.
Doesn't matter, this is a fresh start. He has his prosthetic on, so nobody will be able to tell that he's only got one arm, he's even got his hair tied back in a loose bun, and he's ready to face the world. Make friends, get a job, be less fucked up.
...right up until he accidentally drops a box containing the plates and glasses his sister got him as a moving in present right outside his neighbour's door with the loudest crash possible, and then a fairly loud Shit to follow. Oops.]