Bucky fell onto his knees, the coolness of the tile seeping into every fibre of his being. The redness filled the constricting bathroom – his scars, the blood, the fire, the explosion, Rachel’s hair, HYDRA – all the red in the world was there to watch him tonight. If only he could escape from this crimson prison, maybe things would be all right. But he knew he couldn’t escape, he had to stay strong and fight these scarlet demons. He was a soldier, right?
Lol I was just proud of the paragraph =)
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