The russian one

Chapter 38 : So peaceful

Steve's POV

I can't believe it. It was him, right? I wasn't dreaming. It could only be him. I recognized him but... How? How could he have survived? Was he with Hydra all this time? Did they torture him? How did he lose his arm? How could they replace it with a metal arm? Has he lost all his consciousness? Will he ever get his memory back? How did they make him lose his memory? How did they make him lose his freedom of thought? Did they do this-

"STEVE?!" a voice shouted from beside me, interrupting my train of thought.

I looked up and met two of Natasha's eyes.

"Are you okay?" she asked me as she leaned against Clint's hospital bed. The two agents looked at me, concerned.

"I uh yeah I'm fine." I then replied.

"Do you know him?" asked Clint.

" Yes, he's-he was my best friend before..." I didn't finish my sentence but they both understood what I was talking about.

"How come he's still alive?" asked Clint.

"When was the last time you saw him?" asked Nat.

"We were on a mission against Hyda and we were on a train. While fighting on the train against a guy with big weapons, created with the Tesseract I guess, a hole formed on the side of the wagon we were in. Unfortunately, while protecting himself with my shield he was thrown out. He caught himself on the wall, I went out to get him and bring him back inside. But unfortunately, the bar he was holding broke off and..." I could not finish. The memories of that moment came back to me. I felt a hand on mine. I looked up and met Natasha's eyes.

"Don't worry Steve, we'll go look for him once everyone gets better and maybe he'll remember you eventually. Who knows, maybe he even talked about you with Y/n!" said Nat, trying to reassure me. I smile at her, grateful.

"By the way, how is Y/n doing?" I asked.

"We don't know, it was Tony who took her to another room. We had to go to the infirmary ourselves first before we could go see her." replied Clint.

"Hmm I understand. I hope she's okay," I remarked.

"She must have had a rough go of it though." commented Clint sadly.

His comment rekindled our memory with an image of Y/n and her current condition. No one spoke again and we remained in silence for several minutes, I then got lost in my thoughts.

I woke up with a start from a nightmare I had just had. I took the time to catch my breath and get my heart rate down. I then looked at the clock and saw that it was 3:00 am. I got up and headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water and I needed some air too. I poured myself a glass and then went to the window and looked out at the garden. I saw a body sitting alone on the grass. I squinted my eyes to see who it could be. Then when the person raised its head to the sky, I recognized Y/n. I decided to make two hot chocolates, grabbed a blanket and went downstairs. I went outside, and stopped next to Y/n who hadn't moved.

"What is a star to you?" she asked. I sat down next to her, gave her her chocolate which she took and thanked me, then I put the blanket on our shoulders.

"To me, the stars represent the people who loved us and who unfortunately passed away. People dear to us who are now watching over us. Kind of like our guardian angels." I then replied.

"Hmm. That's not possible. Have you seen the number of stars? I see so many stars and the only person who has ever loved me is my father. I don't deserve that many stars," she replied sadly.