The Number One Rule

Chapter Five

Steve understood that his sister was done for the day. Socializing while running on little energy and being on a whole other schedule could easily drain a person.

However, when he asked about Brock, Bucky decided not to worry him more than he needed to.

He already had been anxious about the party and the women in his life being overwhelmed, he didn't need to add another thing to his plate.

That plus, Steve didn't have someone like Bucky had Y/N to hold him back from killing Brock. If Y/N had tried to hold her brother back like she did Bucky, he would have ripped away and continued on his path of murdering the disgusting excuse of a man.

Bucky still went to check on her before he and Steve left after cleaning up. He knocked on the door a few times, gently and softly spoke her name, but never got a response. She was probably asleep, he had told himself.

He still took the extra measure and texted Bec to check in with her. He updated her about the unwanted guest, and considering she knew more about that situation than him, she would be the one to comfort Y/N.
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6 years ago.

Y/N was in the middle of sophomore year in high school, and Bucky and Steve were both halfway through their senior year.

She had been in the student council planning room going through pictures and putting them together in groups for the slideshow they would have at the end of their senior year. One of her friends, Dot, who happened to be Bucky's longtime girlfriend, was helping her out. She was a senior and held the same position for her class.

"Oh, God. Is that Scott Lang? Did he really paint his whole body red for the football game?" Dot chuckled pointing at the picture laid out in front of them.

"Don't ask me why because I don't understand that kid at all," Y/N laughed.

They heard the door open and looked up not expecting anyone. In strutted Brock Rumlow. Co-captain of the football team and the school's well-known player.

Dot didn't care for the man after hearing things from Bucky.

See, Steve and Bucky were on the baseball team, and not that the football and baseball teams hated each other, it was more so all the athletics group knew the dirt on all the other sports in the school. So they knew Brock was nothing but trash and treated girls as if they were just tally marks to scratch off.

They tried to warn the younger Roger about it, but she rolled her eyes and played the stubborn "I'll decide what's good for me" card. That didn't stop them from interfering anytime they saw the two together.

"What are you doing in here, Brock?" Dot said with a tone that showed disinterest. "Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Bathroom break," he winked, holding up the pass in his hand.

Another thing about Brock. He was the charming bad boy who was a smooth talker with all the girls. No matter his reputation with most of the guys in the school, he was able to hypnotize the young ladies into thinking he was a perfect gentleman, with a hint of rebellion. Ok, more than a hint... Which is what hooked them. And he happened to have his eyes on the same girl for the past year. Y/N Rogers. The one he couldn't seem to quite get.

"It's fine, Dotty. He can come in," she smiled.

She had to confess. Though she had yet to give in to his charm, she had taken a liking to all the flirting and attention the upperclassman was giving her. She was a sophomore with a senior chasing after her. Everyone in her grade or below her envied that kind of reputation.