"Trust in me and fall as well.

I will find a center in you.I will chew it up and leave,I will work to elevate youJust enough to bring you down."

Sober-Tool

I sprung up in bed and felt like I was panicking. The dream I had was intense and I felt like the wind got knocked out of me. My brain felt foggy and I couldn't adjust my eyes, it was so dark in Bucky's room, even in the day time, that it was hard to even know what time of day it was. I looked around and he wasn't there. His side of the bed was messy and the covers were thrown on the floor.

As I stepped out of his bed, I could hear mumbled voices in the kitchen and smell coffee. I was a bit afraid to go out there, but I couldn't stay in his room forever and I did want to know what happened. The night before almost seemed like a blur, but I was sure at that point Steve must have had an idea of what happened. He usually did find out things pretty quickly, I wondered if it had something to do with his job, which he never was allowed to tell me exactly what he did. It seemed crazy, like maybe he was FBI or something.

I walked out and saw Steve sitting at the dining room table. Bucky wasn't there but a couple of Steve's friends were. Natasha and Sam. I wasn't quite sure about them, I had met them several times, but they were all so serious all the time, didn't talk much, suspicious. I was hoping this wasn't bad news. My stomach felt heavy.

"Hey, what's happening?", I asked Steve as I entered the room. "Where's Bucky?", I asked.

Steve just looked at me with a concerned expression. "Why don't you sit down."

Natasha brought me coffee, Sam stood against the wall with his arms folded, clenching his jaw in anger

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Natasha brought me coffee, Sam stood against the wall with his arms folded, clenching his jaw in anger.

Natasha brought me coffee, Sam stood against the wall with his arms folded, clenching his jaw in anger

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I started to feel sick. I knew it must be serious since Natasha brought me coffee and put her hand on my shoulder, guiding me forcefully into the chair.

Steve threw a folder at me across the table. It was a yellow folder with tabs, much like the charts from work. "What's this?", I said as I sipped coffee.

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