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makinglies2015-03-27 03:59 pm
hollowvictor) wrote in makinglies2015-03-27 03:59 pm
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Throwing stones at the window
It had been his suggestion. The idea for having moles in the Capitol was no a new one and, already, they'd started contacting people they knew they could trust and planting the ones they still needed. Most of them other people took care of, this one Bucky wanted to handle himself. He didn't have time to think about the Capitol or anyone else in it, once he'd snuck into the city, it was about going unnoticed as he went through the streets and located her building. Security was nonexistent as he climbed the stairs to her floor and easily found himself outside her door. None of that was the hard part.
Now he had to knock.
Dressed in dark clothes with a long jacket that had a hood he could pull over and hide the top part of his face, he probably looked fairly sinister, so standing outside a single woman's apartment probably wasn't the best idea long-term, but his arms suddenly felt like lead, like there wasn't enough force in the world that he could dredge up to knock.
Three years. He wondered how much she'd changed, if she'd punch him or hug him upon discovering he was alive...or would she simply slam the door back in his face and refuse to speak with him? He supposed he deserved any reaction from her. Hell, if she pushed him out her window to his death he'd probably deserve that too. He'd ruined both of their lives...he wondered if she ever found out it was his fault. He'd barely been in District 10 five minutes before he found out they'd taken Steve and he'd gone running off to get some answers with his fists, resulting in his imprisonment. Did she see him punch that Peacekeeper? Did she know the real reason he'd been locked away? He knew one thing: she thought he was dead. Just like Steve was.
Sometimes he wished he was. Right now, it would be kinder than what he was about to do to her.
He pushed his hood off his head and raised his hand, hesitating only once before knocking. Very carefully, he schooled his expression into neutral, hoping to spare her the fear and hope and concern and care that rushed in him at the thought of her.
Now he had to knock.
Dressed in dark clothes with a long jacket that had a hood he could pull over and hide the top part of his face, he probably looked fairly sinister, so standing outside a single woman's apartment probably wasn't the best idea long-term, but his arms suddenly felt like lead, like there wasn't enough force in the world that he could dredge up to knock.
Three years. He wondered how much she'd changed, if she'd punch him or hug him upon discovering he was alive...or would she simply slam the door back in his face and refuse to speak with him? He supposed he deserved any reaction from her. Hell, if she pushed him out her window to his death he'd probably deserve that too. He'd ruined both of their lives...he wondered if she ever found out it was his fault. He'd barely been in District 10 five minutes before he found out they'd taken Steve and he'd gone running off to get some answers with his fists, resulting in his imprisonment. Did she see him punch that Peacekeeper? Did she know the real reason he'd been locked away? He knew one thing: she thought he was dead. Just like Steve was.
Sometimes he wished he was. Right now, it would be kinder than what he was about to do to her.
He pushed his hood off his head and raised his hand, hesitating only once before knocking. Very carefully, he schooled his expression into neutral, hoping to spare her the fear and hope and concern and care that rushed in him at the thought of her.