„Bucky! Get up!" A harsh voice of Steven woke him up.
James Burnes coughed off some mucus and mumbled a few incomprehensible vowels. He was lying half-across a table, with all the liquers around and some, below him...
Steven shook his friend's right arm a bit harder. An empty bottle clinked onto the floor.
„Fuck off, Steve!" Exclamied the soldier with aversion.
He turned his head lazily and send his friend a very dirty, plastered look. His face felt like disconeccted form the body. His limbs, including the metal one, were limp and loose... finally...
Steve sent him a look full of empathy and sadness. He shook his head lightly. Just as Bucky's memory recalled that.
„What do you fucking want, Steve?" Said the Winter Soldier in one, long gasp. „I'm free, I'm finally free..."
Bucky wrinkled his forehead a bit and looked down, thinking deeply on what he just said, despite his deep intoxication.
Steve stopped his laugh. Sparkles of joy entered his eyes. He felt a bit unsure, as if Bucky dominated him, without even moving a finger.
„You son of a bitch! You actually managed to get drunk!" Capitan America widened his mouth and admired his buddy for a second or two. He stopped a word that wanted to come out of his mouth. but then he expressed with hestiation."How did you do it?!"
Bucky just smirked and giggled subtly."Two days... Two long days..." He said with a slurp and blinked gracefully. And then his eyes covered with dark clouds, as he looked down, to the floor. „This is how long would take me to kill two, very heavily guarded presidents..."
Steve sighed heavily.
He would like to help bucky, but how are you supposed to help a man used like this? A man who used to be free and now he was just a thrown-away weapon. Broken, humanless weapon, dreaming about getting drunk, and achieving it.
„Leave me Steve..." Said Buck quietly... „There's nothing you could do. It's not your fault." He whispered.
„No." Replied his friend. „But I can do something now."
The soldier raised his left eyebrow with disbelief.