𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐀³ - 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 † 𝘑. 𝘉. 𝘉

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TW: Very small negative mindset.

[Back To You - Selena Gomez]
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Beverly's POV

The room is quiet now that Bucky is in the bathroom. Steve and I have talked about all we can in that time, Bucky having talked both of our ears off in the meantime. I'm still sitting on the end of the hospital bed that I woke up on, Steve and Bucky occasionally switching to sit next to me. Bucky refused to leave my side,  no matter what. I think it was really hard for him to be awake without me there. I know it would be difficult after all the time we spent together, to be in the same building as him, knowing that he was there but I couldn't do anything to wake him up. He didn't leave my side even when we left to get food for lunch.

Steve, on the other hand, has been relatively quiet. He usually can speak to you for hours, but today, he's only really been agreeing with anything we say. He doesn't add anything to the conversation. I just can't tell what is wrong with him. I won't push him to talk to me, but I want him to know that he can when he is ready. We are family, he can come to me whenever he needs to.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"You seem off." I raise my eyebrow. "I everything okay?"

He shifts his weight to the other foot, looking over at me. I don't say anything, giving him the time to ready himself to say whatever is on his mind. It feels like ages before he begins to separate his lips, not a single word coming out from them. I grab his hand, making him look directly into my eyes. Only when he makes eye contact, does he seem to calm down. I'm worried about him. Recently, I have seen that the smallest of things can set Steve off. I don't know what I can do to help, but I know that I need him to feel comfortable talking to me.

"Steve, you can talk to me."

"Okay, just don't be mad."

With one of his hands in my grasp, he reaches the other into his jeans pockets, rummaging inside. I keep my eyes on the movement, watching him slowly pull something out of the space. With his fist closed, I don't see what is inside until he grabs my hand that is holding his, opening it and showing my palm to the ceiling. His fist hovers over my palm, slowly opening and dropping the item. It's a gold chain, with my heart-shaped locket on the end.

"Oh, my god," I whisper.

I pick up the locket, swinging it in front of my eyes. The bright lights from the sun outside, shining through the large, wall-size windows, bouncing off the gold, making it look heavenly in my hold. My eyes shift from the necklace to Steve, seeing him looking at me, nervously.

Looking at him, I feel tears brimming in the corners of my eyes. I don't bother wiping them away, instead, jumping up from the hospital bed and pulling Steve into a hug. I can feel his once tense statue, quickly crumble as he wraps his arms around my body, hugging me back. My tears seep into his shirt, drying my cheeks. When I pull from the hug, I look up at him with a wide smile.