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The bedroom was silent and cold, the window was open, allowing the winter air to blow inside the bedroom.
Bucky laid on the bed, His eyes dull and dead. He couldn’t find it in himself to leave his room these days, no matter how much he wanted to.
The man sighed as he reached up and ran a hand through his long black hair, it hadn’t been cut in years, nor brushed in weeks.
Bucky glanced over at his nightstand, it held the only item he had before… everything.
A photo of him and Rebecca, Bucky’s sister.
Bucky sighed as his eyes landed on the framed photo, Wanting to look away so bad, He missed her.
The man managed to muster up the last bit of energy he had to sit up and somewhat crawl over to the edge of the bed.
Bucky’s feet touched the ground and the man winced at the spark of pain shooting up through his legs, Never really got used to it.
The floor was cold under his socked feet, He had half a mind to try and grab the nightstand to steady himself before he remembered that he wasn’t wearing his prosthetic.
He slowly walked across the room, His legs ached with every step. Bucky had felt a lot of things, got used to a lot of things, But he would never get used to the feeling of his legs giving up on him.
Bucky reached the opposite side of the room, grabbing his fore-arm crutches from their spot, leaning against the wall.
Bucky went ahead and walked to the bathroom, now that he felt like he could function correctly.
The man looked in the mirror, suddenly wanting to smash it as he saw his reflection, or who he thought was his reflection.
Bucky saw himself, before the war, before hydra, before everything.
His past self looked horrified of what he’s become, Bucky simply brushed it off as he grabbed his prosthetic arm from under the sink cabinet.
He attached it swiftly, giving his arm a little swing like he used too. Bucky walked out of the bathroom, mainly relying on his crutches to carry him through today.
Bucky sometimes thought to call Professor Xavier, He would probably be able to help Bucky, the whole legs giving up on you thing.
He always pushed the thought of his mind though, He doubts that Xavier would take it another stray, he had a lot of his plate after all.
Bucky finally reached the kitchen to his small home, making himself busy as he started fixing him some coffee.
The man looked down at his barely functional legs once he was done with his coffee, They looked normal, just as they always had.
But only Bucky would know about the sudden sharp pain that ran through those limbs with every move now, Steve wasn’t around to know, And Bucky had pushed everyone else out of his life.
Bucky sighed as he thought of a dumbass idea, Maybe if he just used his legs enough, they would go back to normal? Bucky thought before he set his crutches down, leaning them against the counter.
He slowly stepped forward, just wanting to test his legs out a little. Bucky ignored the sharp pain after he took a few steps, simply pushing through.
Bucky let out a small yelp as his legs downright collapsed, They had never done that before.
Bucky crawled across the kitchen floor, Immediately bringing his legs to his chest. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t normal. He was so wrong about that.
The man felt a swell of panic rise up in his chest, his eyes closed tightly, not wanting to look at anything or anyone.
Bucky swallowed nothing, Simply trying to ground himself, When he felt a wet sensation on his ankle.
He hesitantly opened his eyes, looking down to see, Alpine, licking his ankle to get his attention.
Bucky let out a breath as he spoke, his spoke rough with disuse over the past few weeks. “Hey baby..” Bucky muttered as he reached down and picked Alpine up, setting the cat in his lap.
The man let out a small snort of amusement as Alpine purred, Vibrating against Bucky’s chest.
Bucky had a sudden thought that, Everything would be fine, as he looked down at the innocent creature in his lap, who was entirely unaware of the panic and inner turmoil that was brewing in his mind moments ago.