A new chance- BUCKY & Y/N (AU)

No work + No play= Bored y/n

After the moment that Steve ruined, Steve also walked out and carried on working. He told me that he had no work for me. Leaving me to be on my own, all over again, just like it was five years ago. I carried on putting away the washing up and start cleaning the counter, table and sweep up the floor.

Once I finished I wondered around the house, looking at pictures and ornaments on the wall. I bend down at a cabinet in the living, pulling open the door. I felt through and grab a deep red photo album, carefully I pick it up and sat on the sofa. With care, I open it up. Pictures overfilled. Mum always loved taking pictures of me and Steve. She never wanted to miss a moment, even with her gone. I still feel she's around watching us, not missing anything. I quietly chuckled to myself as I pull out a photo of us all huddled around the Christmas tree, our last Christmas together. If I knew, I don't think me and Steve would have argued as much, but then again, it wouldn't be Christmas if we weren't at each other throats. I flip the page over, A photo of me, Steve and Bucky at Hopesprings lake. Our tradition every weekend on the dot, since we were kids. We would ride our bikes to there, jumping ridiculous hits in the lake. Well Bucky did, Steve was too chicken and over-protective of me to do it but we still went even when mum and dad was gone, we never changed that however I went to college, I hope they still went without me, I would hate if they stopped things because I wasn't here.

Next to the Photo held another of just me and Bucky. He looked so handsome here as he does now. Nothing has changed. He always used to give me piggy-backs and help me every time I injured myself. I remember I overheard my mum once telling my dad about how she could tell I was in love with him. Even at ten years old, she knew. She also said that we would break each other hearts, I don't know about that just yet.

I flip through more pages until a reach one that brings me back. Every year on my birthday, mum would make a pink birthday cake with the help with winnie, they were best friends since childhood. It broke winifred heart when she went, she barely visited us. Told Bucky it was too much for her. Anyway each year the same cake, even when I hated the colour pink, I never had the heart to tell her, I never wanted to hurt her feelings. I know how stupid it sounds now but she was so perfect. Her and dad the perfect couple, childhood sweethearts. 

A tear form from my eyes as I think of them. I miss the old days, It was so simple and easy but now they would never know what they child will do with their lives, see them get married, have child, the christmas holidays as a big family, all gone. I miss them so much, It's been eleven years and I missed being called to get out of bed by mum sweet voice, or hearing dad telling terrible dad jokes. I wished I had more time with them.

The truth is I always wanted to come home but Steve gave up some much for me to go to college, I knew I had to stay. The first few years was hard, dealing with deadlines and being pulled to all sorts of parties. I tried my best to fit in but it wasn't until I met him. Brock Rumlow, My professor or what most people called him Crossbones, he was very stricted on work. He was also stricted in a relationship, of course we kept it a secret. No one knew that we were together, even after I left. However, the relationship had it moments of good but the worst always covered the bad. Rumlow was controlling, arsehole, always made me second guess myself, changing who I can hang out with to what I can wear. I never had a chance. He got worse over the two and half years I was with him, violently worst. Yeah I get it, I shouldn't even gone there but I was young and stupid. Scratch that I'm still young and stupid, nevertheless I have learned and I have escaped for now. I just want to have a new chance in life, to be happy.

I carefully put back the photo album back into original place and proceed to go back into the kitchen. I wonder if the boys are thirsty. I pull out a saucepan, add some water and sugar. I let it boil on the stove for a bit and let it cool down as I turn my attention to cutting up a few lemons and juicing the hell out of them, I take all the seeds out and throw them in the trash. I place both liquids together in a pitcher with some ice cubes and into the fridge to keep cool. As I clear up the mess, I made. Maybe I won't feel as useless as I have done since I got here.