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[wipedclean]

[He probably should have done this as text. But he started the video, and he doesn't feel like changing it now.

Bucky's hunched over, clearly sitting in the middle of his apartment floor, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head, his hair hanging in his face. He's curled in on himself, and his eyes are red-rimmed.

He looks awful.]

Steve is gone. I. I looked everywhere. For days. But he's gone.

[Angrily, he pulls his sleeve across his eyes and shakes his head.]

I can't... I don't... I don't know what to do without him.

[He sinks in on himself.]

I can't stay here. But there's no way out. What am I supposed to do?

Comments

[beanstalk]

You can move on and live, or just be stupid and suicidal and just go kill yourself. [ Yeah, he went there, because he hates this whiny shit. ]

[wipedclean]

[He growls.]

You're very helpful.

[Not.]

[beanstalk]

[ Is he supposed to be intimidated? Because he's not. If anything, he's rolling his eyes at the growl. ]

Those are the choices you have. You deal with it, or you don't.

[wipedclean]

[Nah, it's not intended as intimidation, it's just Bucky being irritated.]

I don't know how to deal with it.

[He was never given the tools. In fact, they were deliberately taken away from him.]

[beanstalk]

Then I suppose you get to learn.

[wipedclean]

How?

[YOU ARE NOT BEING HELPFUL, SIR.]