April 12, 1941
Ring, Ring, Ring-
JAMES: Barnes and Rogers. Not the bookstore.
TERESA: Hey, Jamie. (Cough!) I won't make it to the bar for the game tonight. You got me sick.
JAMES: Me?
TERESA: The rain. I-I-(Achoo!) I had to call in sick today.
JAMES: Are you o-k?
TERESA: Sí. Yeah. I will be.
JAMES: Your roommates?
TERESA: They're, oh what's that word- the medical, (Achoo!) medical separation-
JAMES: Quarantining?
TERESA: Probably. I'm stuck on the couch, just came down to use the public phone.
JAMES: I'll come pick you up.
TERESA: ¡No! No lo hagas, James. Don't worry about it. I'll just get you and Steve sick. Enjoy the game.
JAMES: Terry, I'm going to hang up and call a cab. It's only the Stanley Cup.
TERESA: .... Thank you.
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AFTERLIVES. bucky barnes
FanfictionTeresa Delacruz left a lot of things unsaid. © belowdecks, 2016 rewrite 2021/22 bucky barnes, tfa was post-mortem!
