#theassct

             since meeting sam and starting to go to the va, he’s found that his ptsd is... well, not better, but it’s a little more under control. not tonight, however. or last night, technically. it’s 5am and the sun is rising, illuminating his living room and just about reaching the kitchen doorway. he looks up when he hears footsteps, and he gives a gentle, if tired, smile, pushing some coffee towards bucky. “morning.”