Just a really small one-shot, because it's 1 a.m. and I'm still trying to sleep. Implied Stucky, just to be clear. If you don't like don't read, isn't life so simple? "He can't get drunk. He knows it, yet he still tries."
He can't get drunk. He knows it, yet he still tries. It should be a benefit but it's the second time it seems and feels like a curse. For the same reason too. He wants, needs to forget for one night, just one. The pain is unbearable and he craves for it to go down to a dull ache. Craves for the liquid to burn away the pain, the sadness he feels. If only for a few hours. Captain America deserves at least that. Just once.
He can't though and he is so frustrated he throws the bottle, half empty as it is, to the opposite wall with enough force to break through it. He hears the shattering sound it makes, while there's this huge crack now decorating the wall, indicating the anger, the loneliness, the sadness, the desperation he feels.
"I need you." He says, a whisper, barely audible, although it's enough to break the complete and deadly silence surrounding the room. His words are so pained and he is glad he is alone as he wouldn't want or allow anyone to see him like that. Maybe one, but he is trying to forget.
He thinks he talks to the cracked wall, the only friend he has now, but he is mistaken as single tear rolls out of the eye of a certain someone-the only one he wants by his side at the moment-as he watches the Captain fall apart in the darkness.
For some reason this one is one of my favorites…. Please review, I would love to know what you thought of it! I'm thinking about making it a story but it all depends on whether or not you like it.
Have a great day!
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