Just two boys from Brooklyn

Goodby ma

A/N smut ahead...if you're not interested in reading this stuff I'll put this ---- as a sign that the smut is starting. Enjoy the chapter

Steve woke up the next day with a killer headache. I'm never drinking again, he thought as he stood up quietly, not wanting to wake up Bucky who was sleeping beside him.

He picked up his clothes from the chair and went to the bathroom to change. Today was his mother's funeral. He got ready and left the apartment, having left a note first for Bucky, not wanting to get him worried.

The cemetery was almost empty when he arrived. He greeted the father and asked for a few moments with his mother before the ceremony. When he exited the chapel he noticed five people waiting for him outside.

"You are crazy if you thought we'd let yo go through this alone today" Winnie patted his back

The ceremony was beautiful, well as beautiful as a funeral can be, but Steve couldn't stay any longer. The moment his mother was buried he thanked the priest and left as quickly as possible wanting to be left alone.

"We looked fo you after the..."He heard a voice from behind him as soon as he arrived home. He turned to see Bucky "my folks wanted to give you a ride to the cemetery"

"I know. I'm sorry it's just I kinda wanted to be alone" Steve started walking to the apartment

"How was it?" Bucky walked with him

"It's ok she's next to dad" he wiped his eyes that were filling up with tears again

"Hey hey come here" Bucky embraced Steve "it's going to be okay. You're going to be okay. And you know how I know that? Because you Steven Grant Rogers are the strongest person in the world. I know that and your mother knew that too"

"I don't know if that's true Bucky" Steve cried "how can you say I'm strong? Everyone leaves me at some point and I'm starting to think it's my fault. My dad died before I was born. That neighbour, Evelyn, whom we lived with at the beginning never spoke to us once we left and now my ma is dead too. I'm not strong Bucky. I'm just cursed. And you'll soon leave me too" he sobbed

"What? You listen to me Stevie. I'm never EVER going to leave you. Do you hear me? NEVER" Bucky pulled back from the hug and looked Steve in the eyes "and you are not cursed doll. There are things in life that we can control and things that we can't. And death is something no one can control. So don't you dare blame yourself for the death of others"

"Promise me" Steve wiped his eyes again "Promise me you will never leave me Bucky"

"I promise" Bucky leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Listen" he said once they broke the kiss "I have to go home to pick up some things but I'll be back before you know it" Bucky bent down and picked up a brick. Underneath was the key to the apartment "here" he gave the key to Steve "put the couch cushions on the floor and I'll be back" he kissed Steve on the forehead and turned to leave

"Ma I'm back" Bucky yelled as he entered the house

"James" Winnie walked out of the bedroom "your father wants to talk to you. We've had a long day so please don't do anything stupid" she sighed and went to the kitchen

Oh great, Bucky though to himself, does that man ever stop. He walked to his parents bedroom and saw his father waiting for him

"Look in case you haven't noticed we were in a funeral not an hour ago. Can we please not fight? Just this once" Bucky looked at his old man

"You kiss that boy. Right in front of me. And you have the audacity to ask that? I warned you not to speak to him again. But you didn't listen. You made him just like you. A failure. You know...I'm pretty sure that it was the fact that her son was a queer that drove Sarah to her grave. Not the tuber...whatever it's name is. You turned her excuse of a son into your own personal bitch. It's your fault she is dead" he grabbed Bucky by the hand and threw him inside the room