James Buchanan Barnes Imagines

Time goes on

I forgot the warning hehe-

(BEFORE YOU READ, IT'S SAD.)

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Anyways, don't sue me and enjoy!

Word count: 1122

You can't stop time, you can't fast forward, and you can't reverse it. Time has a way if showing no mercy and gratitude at different points in your life.

And in this point, time isn't healing.

"Steve Rodgers also known as Captain America, is dead." That headline haunts you everytime you think about it, see it in the streets, or even see people dressed up as him by grief. Your tears never stopped coming that day, or the next, or even the next. Even now, in the present, you still can't stop crying. The unknown pain of losing someone so close to you has finally caught up. You knew that one day he'd go, but you never thought it'd be so close after you thought of it.

Was it a sign that you clearly missed? Was it something that you knew was coming? Or was it something that was bound to happen after that thought?

You didn't know. No one knew. No one except time itself. You didn't know how Bucky was feeling after that day, or Tony, or Nat, Sam, Wanda, Thor, Vision, Clint, Fury, or anyone else. All you knew is that everyone locked themselves up in their room, never coming out unless it was for water. Everyone stopped eating, talking, or even smiling. The dead look in everyone's eyes gave away to much explanation on why they looked like that. You could see the story in everyone's eyes, Tony being Tony- tried to hide it. But what he dosen't know is that he's very terrible at it. His way of coping was breaking things and staying quiet. Dead quiet.

After the 3rd day, you thought it was time to check up on everyone. You would go to your boyfriend Buckys room, but it'd break you more. And he'd need more time with you than anyone else, so you vowed to check up on eveyone else before him. Was it wrong? Yes. But, it was a wrong thing for a right thing. Nat was the last person you went to before Bucky, you knocked on her door and she opened it revealing her red puffy eyed, messy hair, and slouching self.

"Hey." You spoke, your voice slightly cracking at the sight of your best friend.

"H-hi." She responded.

You've never seen her cry. She was always the strong one, holding back her emotions to check up on everyone else, throwing the Happy-go-lucky card at you just to make you smile. You didn't say anything else, you just hugged her and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Usually I'm the strong one." She said giving off a sad laugh, "It's weird vice versa."

"It'll get better Nat, don't worry okay?" You whispered rubbing her back.

She nodded her head and pulled away with a somewhat okay smile, "How's everyone else?"

"I checked up on them, their...getting there. Everyone is okay to talk now thanks to me, but we're still broken. I haven't talked to Bucky yet-"

"Good. He'll need you more than us." Nat assured cutting you off.

"Yeah." You said more to yourself than her, "Go get ready, I had everyone meet up and do something. I don't know what, but Tony is thinking of the movies, just to get everyone on a somewhat good level."

"Thanks, Y/n. Steve would be proud of the leader you've become."

You nodded with a small smile walking away towards Buckys room. Tears brimming your eyes again. Steve was training you to become a leader, he said he saw the courage in you. The spirit it takes to plan and be calm under pressure. You wiped your eyes trying not to go back in your memories just yet, there was one more person who needed you now more than ever. You knocked on his door and as you expected, no answer. You did your special knock and opened it, finding him on his bed looking out the window at the blue, peaceful day outside. You walked over to him and crawled on his bed hugging him from behind, you felt how his breathed hitched now and then at the after effects of crying- which started up again as soon as he calmed down.

"I-I wasn't t-there for h-him...." He mumbled through sobs.

"But it wasn't on you Buck, you had a different mission. This wasn't your fault." You cooed hugging him tighter.

"He was always there f-for me. The one t-time he needed m-me I wasn't there, Y/n." He grumbled through gritted teeth.

You sighed looking out into the window. You watched as families, friends, and people in general walked by. People from different worlds, different realities, and different jobs all passed you two by. Even though you guys were 23 stories up, you could see everything, the traffic lights, the firefighters, the cops, and the best view of all, the buildings. You could see the different shapes and colors, the different people on the roof tops tanning or talking, you can see everything.

"You see those people? Different. All of them are different, different realities, different styles, different sizes, everything." You started running your hands through his hair, "Their all here because of us. The one job we have is to protect them with our lives, that dosen't always mean we make it out alive. Steve knew what this job meant, how he risked his life to save ours. Even you."

He leanded back into your chest resting his head on your shoulder looking up at you. The blue icy eyes slowly but surely having color back in them, the dead, emotionless eyes were turning back. Retreating as he listened to your every word. You stroked his hair gently, starting at his hair line then down to his ends.

"We all have different realities and Steve's was that he'd protect all of us with his life. I'm not saying it'll be easy to bounce back from this, but I'm saying you have to try. Please." You whispered looking at him with a pleading look.

"I miss him, doll. God I miss him." He mumbled closing his eyes and shifting around so he'd lay on your stomach.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head in your stomach. His dog tags making contact with your arm as they laid near his head. You softly scratched his scalp and ran your fingers through his hair once more, calming him.

"I miss him too. So, so much."