The Minutiae of Life as a Militant Squirrel

So last night, I dreamed that I was Bucky... and not, you know, romantic-love-interest-Steve's-magical-cock-getting Bucky, but full-blown PTSD recovering-Winter-Soldier Bucky.  Vodka bottle in one hand and blade in the other, back to the wall and mind full of holes.

Fuck you, brain.  Seriously.

And FUCK YOU WITH A FORK, fanfic.