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kitkatmusesThe world had turned upside down on Steve in the blink of an eye. Bucky, alive. Bucky, brainwashed and trying to kill him. Hydra, who he thought had been destroyed with what he'd thought was his last breath - still just as alive and thriving as he was, and infiltrated SHIELD to the highest levels.
He'd just started to get his feet on the ground again after getting out of the hospital, sucked in his pride and contacted Stark, because going after Hydra was bigger than him. He needed the Avengers help - and yes, he needed capital.
He was waiting for Tony to get back to him, holed up in a shabby apartment in Brooklyn, where gentrification hadn't quite reached yet. Days of chasing down leads and running himself ragged had finally caught up with him, and his body had forced him to either sleep or fall down from exhaustion. He didn't dream, which was a blessing. But he was woken up by a spinning sensation, a tugging/flipping in his stomach, bright lights and a hard THUD on a surface he quickly determined was a marble floor.
When Steve regained the breath that was knocked out of him by the landing, he opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling of what was definitely not his current apartment. "What. The fuck," he wheezed slightly.
He'd just started to get his feet on the ground again after getting out of the hospital, sucked in his pride and contacted Stark, because going after Hydra was bigger than him. He needed the Avengers help - and yes, he needed capital.
He was waiting for Tony to get back to him, holed up in a shabby apartment in Brooklyn, where gentrification hadn't quite reached yet. Days of chasing down leads and running himself ragged had finally caught up with him, and his body had forced him to either sleep or fall down from exhaustion. He didn't dream, which was a blessing. But he was woken up by a spinning sensation, a tugging/flipping in his stomach, bright lights and a hard THUD on a surface he quickly determined was a marble floor.
When Steve regained the breath that was knocked out of him by the landing, he opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling of what was definitely not his current apartment. "What. The fuck," he wheezed slightly.