We Deserved Better ⤿ Stucky x Reader

one ⤿ the middle of a start

January of 1943, New York, New York. Quite a place to be in the 40's. Actually, New York was quite the place to be anytime. With a huff you trudge through the snow, cradling a shopping bag close to your chest as you made your way through, passing by people who were captivated by the sights of the city. But you weren't captivated by it at all, why would you be? You grew up here, it was all you knew. To others it's a wonder, big tall buildings and more being built, construction was kinda everywhere. New people every day, some with the hopes of being able to make it on broadway, wanting to see the new, modern times. It was quite a place, New York.

Soon your little house came into view, causing you to walk faster. The thought of being inside a somewhat warm place sounded heavenly right now, your arms were starting to ache also. With a huff you make your way up the steps, watching the ground as you did so- the steps were a little lopsided and no matter how many times you go up and down then you still have that itching anxiety that you will trip up or down them, so you like to watch and make sure you wont do so. Once atop the last step you shift the bag around to start digging your hand into your pocket, brows furrowing in as you search for the pesky key. Right as your hand closes around it the door opens, standing in his 5'4" glory was none other than Steve Rogers, your boyfriend. You, Steve and Bucky all lived together. You and your two boyfriends.. yes, You Steve and Bucky were all dating one another. No one knew about you three, the only one who did was Sarah, rest her soul.

A smile was present on the scrawny male as he stared at you happily, opening the door wider as you made your way past him and into the warm house hold. "You know you can just knock on the door?" Steve calls to you as he shuts the door and locks it, having to use some force to shut the old door. You only had to take a few steps to get into the small kitchen, everything about the house was small, but it was cozy and did its job. "I know, sometimes I just don't feel like knocking on my own door." You replied with a small laugh, starting to unload the small amount of groceries you bought. You three didn't have a lot of money, but you all made do.

"Is Bucky still asleep?" You mumbled out to Steve in question as you started to put the things away, "No." You heard right behind you, and it wasn't Steve he replied to you, you turn around and smack Bucky with the loaf of bread. "James! Don't scare me like that."

You reprimanded him, Steve laughing in the back as he moves to sit on the barstool. "C'mon doll! Lighten up, I didn't mean to spook you that hard." He replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Bucky was much taller than you, Steve was also a few inches taller than you and he liked to poke fun at you about that. But you let Steve do that, it made him feel better about himself.

With a huff you squint your eyes at Bucky before looking behind him at Steve. "You couldn't have warned me that he was right behind me? You two are such menaces, I don't know how I manage to put up with you both." You snark playfully, a twinkle in your eye as you place your hands on your hips after you placed the bread onto the counter.

"Because you love us?" Steve questions, resting his elbow onto the counter and his chin in his hand as he leans on it, an innocent smile on his face. Bucky soon nods his head, making his way to stand behind Steve as he was sat, placing his hands on the other males shoulders and resting his chin on his head. "Yeah, because you love us." He said, pressing a kiss to the side of Steve's cheek, which caused the skinny blonde to blush. "Lucky for you both, I do love you both dearly." You replied with a fake, sad sigh. Moving to put the small bundle of things away. "Oh," Bucky says from behind you, unwrapping himself from Steve as he picked something up off the counter. "This came in the mail today, addressed to you- seemed important." His voice was quiet as he spoke, handing the white envelope to you. With furrowed brows you gently took it from his hands, turning it over and seeing your name written neatly along with 'important' and 'confidential' in red, bold letters. Nervously you looked between Steve and Bucky before back at the letter and opening it up. You leaned your back against the counter as you read through the letter, heart dropping into your stomach as you had to reread it a few times. All color drained from your face, hands starting to shake.

Steve and Bucky quickly noticed your change, bolting up and quickly moving towards you. Steve stood to your side as Bucky stood in front of you. "Doll?" Bucky broke the silence, one hand going to gentle cradle your shaking wrist. "I have been recruited to be an army nurse." You whispered out, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly.

You never wanted to be a nurse, everyone said you would be a great nurse. You were loving and kind and so helpful, but its not what you wanted to be. Most women were dropping everything right now to go and be an army nurse to help the soldiers as much as they could.

But you just wanted to be a teacher, you wanted to help children learn new things in life. Help bring up the new generation of life. Bucky and Steve were silent next to you. You placed the letter onto the counter.

America had joined the second world war, and now so had you.