The news of Bucky not returning from his mission was a shock to everyone, however, it had particularly taken its toll on his best friend John.

John had been enraged at the world. At himself.

Sitting alone in the cafeteria he hadn’t touched his food and he had grunted loudly as he rubbed over his temple, relief seemed to be unattainable, as did positivity.

The negativity was eating him alive he just wanted a moments pleasure from the pain; pleasure seemed to be a good way to eradicate pain.