Hello, y'all!
Here's another quick drabble for you! I know, I know, it's really short. I've been trying to make some longer ones, but alas, duty calls. Please read and review! If you have any requests, let me know! I'll try my very best to make it satisfactory.
Also, this one is a little different. It's first person point of view. It's not one of my best pieces of work, I'll tell you that much.
Thank you for being patient!
Enjoy,
~TeamCapForever
I may be Captain America, and I may heal quickly, but I'm still Steve Rogers. The particularly gruesome wounds still leave scars. I haven't told anyone. What could they do about it besides feel guilty?
I was changing my shirt, after one of Tony's expiraments gone wrong blew up on me, when my door opened. Bucky stood there.
"Stevie, what happened to you?"
Tugging my shirt on, I replied, "A lot of things, Buck. A lot of things."
"I did some of those to you, didn't I?"
"Bucky... It's not your fault."
My best friend snorted. "Yeaaaaaa, cause I didn't try and kill you or anything."
I shrugged. "You were a brainwashed assassin. And you didn't kill me, so quit feeling so guilty."
"I just... wish I could change what happened."
"I know. Sometimes, I do too. But we can't, Buck. So what do you say we go rig up a prank for Tony?" I asked, grinning.
Bucky grinned back, throwing an arm over my shoulder. "How did you survive all these years without me?"