“Then we fight our way back into that castle and get our hands on a radio, but you’re not going anywhere near that damn plane.” I start down the long barren stretch of rock, back toward the stronghold Zemo’s somewhere inside of, but stop when I’m shoulder to shoulder with Bucky.
I’ve been here before, uncertain as to what was real and what wasn’t. The weeks I was under the influence of the cube, chasing phantoms and waking nightmares, trying so hard to fight its influence and not knowing how... They still dog my steps, some days.
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Date: 2011-11-03 10:36 pm (UTC)I’ve been here before, uncertain as to what was real and what wasn’t. The weeks I was under the influence of the cube, chasing phantoms and waking nightmares, trying so hard to fight its influence and not knowing how... They still dog my steps, some days.
“Is this real?”