A Star Spangled Heart & Not For the Light Hearted

Chapter 8: Graves

Chapter 8: Graves

{Steve's Point of View}

It's been two days since the prophet, Alexandra Shaw, told me He was coming back.

I didn't know what to do with myself, I spent the day after, lying in bed watching Sky's secret stash of 'chick-flick' movies. I felt like -for lack of a better word- crap.

I needed someone to talk to about this, but I couldn't go to Tony like I had last time. Bruce was on a different continent, Thor would not understand. Natasha and Clint were off somewhere on a well-earned vacation and Starlie was away -not that she'd even talk to me anyway.

It's times like these, I needed my best friend.

I needed Bucky.

***

After another hour of moping around, I decided I needed to get up and go somewhere. I pulled on my khakis and plaid shirt, shoved my feet in the closest pair of shoes I could find and set off to the cemetery.

Fury had told me that there was a memorial for Bucky and the rest of my team from the '40's -including myself- a few blocks away from my apartment, but until now, I hadn't had the courage to visit it.

I didn't know who had petitioned for the memorial, but I was glad that there was something to remember all the great soldiers.

I had to force my way through the iron gates, the creaked with a high pitched squeal that caused me to look around -make sure no one was watching.

I took a deep breath and stood in front of each grave, reading the tombstones. Some of my team had died long after I'd gone, some very recently. And some were still alive -but I couldn't bear to face them. Maybe someday, I'd be able to.

When I finally got to Bucky's grave, I had to hold back tears.

But I sat there, for hours, just talking to a grave that would never respond.

But it was the happiest I'd felt in months.