𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 (𝒃𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚'𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏) • 𝒃.𝒃

𝔀𝓮'𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓲𝓷

{Previously: Now it felt like the world was falling apart.}

...

Neither of you said a word to each other as you ate dinner in the apartment.

Steve took both of your plates once you were finished and set them in the sink.

You hadn't moved from your seat yet and Steve hadn't started washing the dishes. The two of you just stared off in thought.

After a moment, he turned around. "Please say something."

You looked up to meet his gaze. "What do you want me to say, Steve?" You responded a little too harshly.

"That you understand! That you're glad I can finally feel like I'm making a difference. Anything," he complained.

You looked down and nobody said a word for a couple of minutes.

"I really am happy for you Steve," you said as you looked up with tears in your eyes, "I just don't want to lose you."

Steve walked over and wrapped his arms around you comfortingly.

You returned the gesture and even though you wished you could stay like that forever, nothing good ever lasts.

...

A week had gone by. A little too quickly.

You promised yourself you wouldn't cry or say something to upset Steve. This was his moment, you didn't want to ruin that.

You helped him carry some of his luggage to the car that had arrived to pick him up. Before getting in, he gave you a hug and kiss on the cheek.

You smiled at the boy.

"I'll see you again, Y/N." He said confidently.

You nodded in agreement, "See you again."

With that, he got into the backseat of the car. He smiled at you from behind the window as the car drove off slowly.

There you stood on the sidewalk of Brooklyn, alone again.

✪✪✪

The first couple of weeks you spent searching for a temporary roommate. You'd put out flyers and taped them all over the city.

A few people called and eventually you'd even chosen one to take Steve and Bucky's place.

Linda, a sweet brunette who worked as a nurse stayed in the boys' room.

With her job being so time consuming, the two of you weren't really able to get to know each other. Not that it was your top priority.

One morning before work, you picked up the local paper, like you always did. Except this time things were different.

The headline read "NAZIS IN NEW YORK: mysterious man saves child."

The longer you looked at the man in the photo who was shielding himself with what looked like a car door, you realized that it was Steve.

But...bigger?

"Damn, that military training is no joke," you said under your breath.

You shoved the paper in your purse and headed to work.

For months you saw people everywhere talking about the hero, Captain America. Your best friend.

Radio podcasts, films, performances in every city. He was coming back to New York next and you weren't about to miss a chance to see him again.

You bought tickets to see the show and waited impatiently for the day to come.

Finally, it was the day of the performance. You dressed nicely and put on your favorite shade of lipstick before leaving the house.

Once you were there, you were escorted to your seat. The lights dimmed and girls in quite revealing uniforms ran out from behind the curtains to form a line.

The band started playing and after a few moments, Steve tumbled onto the stage.

You smiled at his clumsiness. Same old Steve.

He danced in synchronization with the women and acted the part perfectly. At the end, he fake punched a man dressed as Adolf Hitler before turning around to face the crowd.

He immediately recognized you and waved.

Steve and the girls went backstage and the lights came back on. People started getting up and chatting about the show as they left, but you stayed behind and found yourself backstage.

You leaned against the wall, watching as Steve unbuckled the flimsy shield from his arm. "Hey there, Captain."

He spun around and hugged you so hard you felt like your head would pop off.

"Steven, I can't breathe-" you said hoarsely.

He quickly let go of you, "Sorry. I'm not really used to it yet."

You laughed, "Yeah, uh, what exactly happened?"

"It's a long story," he said with a grin, "but I don't have to be on the bus for another thirty minutes if you want to take a walk."

You smiled and took his hand.