Dusty Memories (слэш)

Steve Rogers could not recall feeling any sort of emotion in the past years.
Not after the first night he’d spent alone in SHIELD’s hospital-like room and realized that everyone he knew and loved was dead. It had hurt so much he thought it would kill him. Unfortunately, it didn’t. So he moved on.
He had a purpose. A mission. Fury gave him a target and he moved. No deaths unless unavoidable. He was a soldier, following orders, for the good of his country. At least he hoped so. Each day he was Captain America was a day he wasn't Steve Rogers, which was good because it hurt to be Steve Rogers.
So, he built a wall and tried not to feel. He decided to be empty, because what else was there, what was the point.
Until he got that text. That damn text.
“They’re cleaning up the archives. Barnes’ belongings where cleared. Pick them up at 0800 tomorrow. - F”