July, 1965
01:57am
I was injured on yesterday's mission.
I was so angry. Not because I got hurt, but because whoever shot me, didn't kill me.
It's been a bad few months. I'm starting to hate myself more than ever.
Who am I?
YOU ARE READING
Ephemeral ☇ B. Barnes
Fanfiction. . .in which his memories come and go in waves when he's not in cryo, and he writes them in notebooks to ensure he will not lose them again. #206 in Fanfiction as of 5/28/16. © savagesociety 2016
