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A/N: Not Beta Read!
Please review! Only the second fic I've done like this (you'll see in the end.) so it may be crappy.
Steve sat quietly on his bed sketching in his notebook and fingering the cold metal when he heard a knock on the door. He quickly shoved the revolver under the pillow. It was only a warning before the landlady walked in carrying the day's mail. She constantly tried to find one piece that belonged to him (actually the name he was currently using), but not one had ever granted her wish true. After she finished sorting, having yet another unsuccessful day, began scolding him for a lack of mail. However, she soon left to finish the "all-important" mail rounds.
The landscape he had been aimlessly drawing resumed its position as priority in Steven's mind. He felt no concern, worry, or fear of what was to unfold later that afternoon. With Bucky gone and everyone split into their separate paths there was no reason for any of that.
He has spent past three weeks trying to figure out what his next step was until he had arrived at his current situation. It may have seemed extreme but deep down he had always felt this is how it would end. He would end. Most people would try and mend things with people and complete unfinished business, but everyone he really loved would be waiting for him on the side.
Steve turned the page in his notebook and wrote a few simple lines. Once he was finished, the letter was tucked into an envelope to be mailed away.
Now he stood atop a random roof and watched as the sun slowly sank down. He held his Rosary in his left and the revolver in his right hand. Then slowly rose it to his temple. Took one deep breath, closed his eyes for the last time…. BANG.
Two day later Tony received a small letter from Steve. The envelope was too small to hold anything dangerous, so nothing more than a few empty words could be inside. When he opened it the slip of paper inside held confusing words.
Tony,
I can't be the last. I won't. Check the news
from around the address. Please, don't
make it public. Burn a candle.
-Steven
He checked….. He understood… He cried. But could never bring himself to burn a candle for the man he once knew.
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