Broken

One

2014

Steve and I shared an apartment in D.C. to be close to SHIELD headquarters for smaller missions since New York. I walk out of my room into the kitchen for some breakfast, I watch as Steve comes in from his run. "Cant take the soldier out of the man, huh?" I joke. "Do you have a problem?" he says walking into our kitchen to grab some water. "Just joking with you that's all-."
"Well don't."

That was our relationship. I was overpowered constantly in my own home. New York brought us together. He was sweet, kind, protected me...now there's a chill, anytime he walks into the room I was on eggshells. I leaned against the stove, drained from the conversation already. He walks past me and gives a kiss on the side of my head before walking to our room, well more his since the guest room and become my own room after screaming matches just for him to come to me an hour later for makeup sex. It was a loop unless we were working. Fury said our next mission isn't for another month and we're going stir crazy.

I fry some eggs and make avocado toast for the both of us. Once everything was done Steve comes out showered and cooled down. I make his plate as he sits at our small breakfast nook next to the kitchen by the windows. I walk to the table as he eyes me down while I was in only on one of his bigger shirts, "You should walk around with more confidence with those legs." He messes around as I set his plate down, I feel his fingers trail my thigh. I just walk to the other side of the table and pull up my work laptop before sitting down and taking a bite of my toast.

He just stares me down, before sighing and leaning back, "What could I possibly have done this time?" He whinged. "Absolutely nothing, please eat." I say quickly to calm him down. "No, OBVIOUSLY I had to have done something awful to you for you to act this way to me." He says sitting up to lean on the table. "Love, you did absolutely nothing wrong, please eat for me." I beg so the conversation will be over. He sighs before picking up his fork.

I work on some paperwork for SHIELD but I feel daggers from him, "C'mon, sweetheart, is it Buck? Again?"

"No." He smiles, he likes the answer. He was tired of me missing him. As if we didn't have a bond soon after meeting; or as if he didn't confess his feelings before he...

Steve just looks at me for a moment before stuffing a fork full of egg in his mouth. "Well, if you say so." He shrugs it off.

~
"So you must be Agent Jackson." I turn to see one of Steve's friends coming to make small talk with me next to the bar. "Yes and you are?" I ask putting my hand out. "Barnes, James Buchanan Barnes." He introduced himself. "Oh! Bucky! Steve talks a lot about you." I smile, "All good things."

"Thanks for whipping him in shape before choosing him for.. this." He says looking in his direction. "He was the perfect candidate from the start." I nod before taking a sip. "So where you from?" He asks avoiding an awkward silence between us. "Virginia. My dad was a pretty important man before he kicked the bucket and left me with his work with the SSR." I shrug. "Not too far." He smiles. His smile was warm and comforting.

~

I got dressed in front of the mirror, navy slacks and a white button up. I throw my hair into a clip when I notice Steve in the doorway. "You're always going over there." He says with a disapproving face. "Well, I like working." I shrug before grabbing my coat. "Is spending time with me that awful?" He asks as I pass him to grab my keys and wallet. "No, Love-." I was walking to the door, but he was already there, one hand slammed on the door. "Then stay here!" He shouts 5 inches from my face. "You can get it done here so you can stay here." He says softer, getting closer.