Bucky headed for the door, fingers catching in Penny's collar to keep her close as he headed for his bedroom again. Once there, he settled on his mattress and pulled on his sweatpants again.
"In my desk drawer, the bottom left drawer... There's all my mail." He'd seen it since coming home: the entire drawer was stuffed full of mail - letters and information from colleges, statements from his bank, everything that had ended up with his name on it had ended up in the drawer. And it was a lot of stuff.
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Date: 2014-07-18 12:46 am (UTC)"In my desk drawer, the bottom left drawer... There's all my mail." He'd seen it since coming home: the entire drawer was stuffed full of mail - letters and information from colleges, statements from his bank, everything that had ended up with his name on it had ended up in the drawer. And it was a lot of stuff.