"Steve," he says, the tired wrapping itself all the way into his thoughts and stripping most of them out, "I broke the fucking balcony door. It's pouring out. The floor's going to turn into a fucking lake."
"Ye-eah," Steve says, "and while you get your shirt off I'm gonna tape a couple plastic garbage bags over the hole, throw some towels on the floor and ignore it until I give a damn."
Part of the podfic series for (even if i could) make a deal with god, by Feather.
Author's tags: Dissociative Episode; C-PTSD; Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD; sutures; The chair - Freeform; Hydra did a number on Bucky
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