No, no, no, shit, Steve's messed it up worse. He pulls up short as the door slams closed, feeling the sound of it like a punch to the gut. He's panting even though it's not like he's really exerted himself, but more than that, he just feels...
He feels stupid. He feels like he did the last time he and Bucky had a big blowout argument, even though it's not even like any words have been exchanged, here. But he still feels stupid and helpless and it's like this monster inside of him, trying to claw its way out and it makes his throat tight when he tries to say, "I'm sorry," through the door without actually getting too close to it.
He isn't sure he expects a response. He isn't sure if it's better to just go, but it feels like the shitty thing to do, to turn around and walk away from the mess he caused.
He hesitates for a moment longer. Just in case. Before he asks, "Should I go?"
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He feels stupid. He feels like he did the last time he and Bucky had a big blowout argument, even though it's not even like any words have been exchanged, here. But he still feels stupid and helpless and it's like this monster inside of him, trying to claw its way out and it makes his throat tight when he tries to say, "I'm sorry," through the door without actually getting too close to it.
He isn't sure he expects a response. He isn't sure if it's better to just go, but it feels like the shitty thing to do, to turn around and walk away from the mess he caused.
He hesitates for a moment longer. Just in case. Before he asks, "Should I go?"