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thekidfrombrooklyn) wrote2014-08-18 11:16 am
thekidfrombrooklyn) wrote2014-08-18 11:16 am
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Winter Soldier - "Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky."
"SHIELD, HYDRA--it all goes."
Battle plans formed, Steve stands on the dam, watching the sun come up. This early, and this far out of the capitol, the world is quiet. Peaceful.
Somewhere, a church bell is ringing, carrying through the stillness.
It gives a man time to think.
To remember.
Steve is eighteen the year his mother dies. He'd just been accepted at Cooper Union and would start there in the fall, and he thanks God that the school would cover his tuition because what little money they'd managed to save went to pay for Sarah's funeral instead.
He knows she'd want him to go to school, Steve thinks as he walks home. He knows she'd want him to carry on with his plans, pursue that career in comics that he dreamed of. He knows that like most immigrant parents, she wanted nothing more for him than a better life.
He has no idea how he'll manage now. They'd survived on her nurse's wages and what he made doing odd jobs or working as a paperboy, but the rent is already late and he has nothing in his pockets.
He has nothing at all, if he's being perfectly honest with himself.
And he is always honest.
Battle plans formed, Steve stands on the dam, watching the sun come up. This early, and this far out of the capitol, the world is quiet. Peaceful.
Somewhere, a church bell is ringing, carrying through the stillness.
It gives a man time to think.
To remember.
Steve is eighteen the year his mother dies. He'd just been accepted at Cooper Union and would start there in the fall, and he thanks God that the school would cover his tuition because what little money they'd managed to save went to pay for Sarah's funeral instead.
He knows she'd want him to go to school, Steve thinks as he walks home. He knows she'd want him to carry on with his plans, pursue that career in comics that he dreamed of. He knows that like most immigrant parents, she wanted nothing more for him than a better life.
He has no idea how he'll manage now. They'd survived on her nurse's wages and what he made doing odd jobs or working as a paperboy, but the rent is already late and he has nothing in his pockets.
He has nothing at all, if he's being perfectly honest with himself.
And he is always honest.