WHO Bucky & Molly Barnes WHAT Getting called out on his shit WHEN Sunday night (backdated) WHERE Bucky's room WARNINGS TBD, probably just feels STATUS Closed | Incomplete
Things were continually getting worse with Bucky as he sunk deeper and deeper into depression. He was still cooking for his family, three square meals a day and a table full of food each time, but something was missing out of it all. That spark that was his enjoyment in cooking. He couldn't really enjoy much of anything these days, although he thought he was doing a reasonably good job of not letting it seep too much into the lives of his family. Not a great job, but a reasonable enough one. Veronica and Steve had caught onto it, but they weren't hassling him too much. It was Molly he worried about, but even that he couldn't bring himself to feel too worried.
That should have been another big red flag for him, but it wasn't anything more than a thought in the back of his mind. If he just kept up appearances, retreated away from them when he couldn't fake it anymore, then it would be fine. Molly had her own things to focus on, her friends and her brother and not being at school. She'd spent the previous night up at the river celebrating her friend's birthday. He assumed the celebration would continue into Sunday night as well, so after dinner and clean up, he'd headed up to his room.
He wasn't sleeping or anything. He was just laying in bed, staring at his ceiling. There wasn't much else to do aside succumb to nightmares. He could go another day without sleeping thankfully.