Get yourself together and get your target.
Finger on the trigger. Finger on the trigger. Finger on the trigger.
Shoot.
Hit.
Her shoulder.
Why there?
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Metal cuffs.
No.
A seat.
No. No.
Straps.
Stop.
A face enclosure.
No. Please no.
Gentle hum of electricity waiting to be used.
Please.
Men in white coats.
"No. Please. Please no."
Anticipating loss.
"Wipe him. He is lost and needs to regain his purpose."
No. Don't. Please.
Hopelessness.
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The smell of warmth.
Warmth. Water. Lavender.
Shoulder.
Your fingertips. Smooth skin.
Shoulder.
Your lips. Smooth skin.
Shoulder.
Your metal arm. Wrapped around a waist. Held close.
B r i g h t.
G r e e n.
E y e s.
Who is it?
When is it?
Focus...
Don't let go.
Warmth. Water. Lavender. Shoulder.
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Bucky woke and rubbed his face, feeling confused.
There had been so many new parts to his dreams this evening that he had trouble sorting his thoughts, everything trying to run through his mind at once. He continued to rub his eyes, as if somehow that would clear his mind, but to no avail.
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