“ No.... no, no, nO,  p l e a s e ! “

Gone was her practiced composure. Gone was the calm attitude of a trained healer. There was only overwhelming panic in her voice, now, causing her words to hitch and crack... and made her hands --- already drenched with both water and blood --- to  q u a k e, even as she pressed them to broken skin. 

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    it was late & dark & truthfully he was close at giving it all up.    something inside of him wanted so desperately to give up on    everything, but when he heard the voice of the girl he had    devoted his entire life to protect, something inside of him    clicked, so he looked up and into his eyes, trying his best    to ignore the sharp pain he was feeling in his chest & the    fact that he wasn't healing.

                     "lydia--------- i'm sorry-- but."

In every other tweet announcing a new video, the E is capitalized, and of course, only one colon, and as we know, Tim put up the video and this tweet.

He was eighteen years old, it was a week after Thanksgiving, and Steve Rogers had just finished watching them put his mother in the ground.

He didn't cry anymore, not then. He'd cried a lot, though. When he felt her hand go limp between both of his, when the coroner came and took her away, when he'd made funeral arrangements, and even if he didn't make a sound, his eyes weren't dry for a moment during the funeral, and his shoulders shook when Bucky wrapped his arms around them.

But now, he wasn't crying. Maybe he'd run out, and didn't have any tears left. 

Now, he was sprawled out on his bed, on top of the covers, exactly where he'd fallen back over an hour before. Bucky had stayed with him for a long time after the funeral, and had tried to talk Steve into staying over, but even with his dearest friend he felt the need to be strong, and he just didn't have it in him anymore. 

So he stared at the ceiling, not moving an inch. He wasn't sure what he was thinking, or what he was feeling. The only thing that stood out from the tired, aching jumble in his mind was a question.