𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ~ 𝚂𝚊𝚖 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗

Year three.........6

Steve's pov

"Steve,Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve," I hear Marley chant from the front door of our apartment. We were about to leave to go to the compound.We've made it a habit to go at least twice a week, it's a place to do laundry and Nat shouldn't be left alone for too long.

"Did you take your meds?" I ask walking into the main room, I see Marley jumping up and down by the door.

"Nope,"

"Go do it," I sigh walking into the kitchen to crab the car keys. When Marley comes back we set off loading up the car and driving to the compound. When we finally arrive we make our way inside.  "Why don't you go start the laundry, I need to talk to talk to Nat alone," I say. Marley nods her head before walking away, we fully part ways as I go to find Nat.

"Hey, it's weekly visit time," Nat says with a smile on her face as she watchese walk into the room. I give a week smile in return, this action wipes the smile off of Nats face. "What's on your mind super soldier?"

"It's Mar, " I say sitting across from Nat. "She's worse than ever, she breaks down at least once a day even if she thinks I don't notice it, I don't know what to do,"

"Have you given her the ring yet?"

"No, Sam said five years at least, it was his lucky number or something,"

"We'll figure something out Steve, we'll get our girl back, " Just as Nat finished her sentence I see Marley walk back into the room, Nat and I both offer her smiles but they don't quite meet our eyes and I'm sure Marley cam tell.
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Marley's pov

A couple months later

Steve and I were currently at the compound, and I found myself in Sam's room. For the most part his stuff hasn't been touched, the only things moved or gone have been things I've moved or taken. I miss him more then words can describe but I just can't doe the life of me figure out a way to bring him back. I drop my head to my chest refusing to let the tears in my eyes fall. Slowly I exist the room and wali to mine. There I open the closet where I had previously stuffed all the stuff that reminded me of Sam. The first thing I reaged for was a box full of pictures.

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Hey Sam, it's me again, it's about halfway through year three without you and I'm a mess. Yesterday Steve and I were at the compound, I brought all our pictures back with us. I haven't had the strength to open the box yet though. I don't know what to say to you that I havent already said, I miss you, I love you, I'm doing my best to get you back. I never realized how much I relied on you, how much you really made me happy until you got dusted. I don't smile as much now, even though Steve and Nat try their hardest to get me to smile. Tony and Pepper try too, they don't succeed either. There's only one person who can get me to smile and I think that's because she reminds me of you. You would like Carol, you really would. We talk almost everyday, she's a great friend. I love you more then you'll ever know Sammy, forever and always.

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End of year three

I sit on my bed in Me and Steve's apartment staring a the box, the box I took from my closet months ago. Finally I was going to open it. I reached forward sliding the lid off the box   efore reaching in and grabbing a random picture.

It was Sam and I together out side the compound dancing in the rain. It was before we even got together, probably a picture taken by someone from inside.

I reached in and grabbed another one.

It was Sam and I sitting in a tree, it was our graduation day, moments before Riley came and got us.

Another one.

Me straddleing Sam on the couch at the compound, my head laying on his shoulder arms wrapped around his neck, while his arms were around d my waist head leaning against mine. Both of us fast asleep. This picture also featured a confused pair of Maximoff twins trying to replicate the position in hopes to understand how it was comfortable.

I pull out another one, and another one, I can't stop, I look through all the memories in the box allowing tears to freely fall from my eyes.

Sam was my wings, and I was free falling without him.