𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 (𝒃𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚'𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏) • 𝒃.𝒃

𝔀𝓮'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮

{Previously: Part of you wanted to believe him, but how could you ignore the uneasy doubt that lingered between the two of you?}

Over the course of the next few days, the three of you spent as much time together as possible and went places you'd written on your bucket lists.

You held onto every moment and every attempt to feel like this for just a few more seconds.

Then all too soon, they were gone again.

Two long months later, there was a knock on the door as you were making tea. 

You frowned, as you hadn't been expecting company. Cautiously you walked over to the door and opened it to see the tall blonde boy you'd grown so fond of. 

"Steve!" Your heart leaped with joy as you flung your arms around him. 

He hugged you back, but...something was off.

Slowly you pulled away from the embrace and your first instinct was to look for his other half. You moved to see around the boy who was the size of a boulder, "Where's Bucky?"

Steve pursed his lips and glanced down at his shoes as he gathered his words. Somehow you'd only just noticed his red nose and eyes. 

"He's gone."

You shook your head immediately, "Are you sure? Because last time-"

Steve nodded and you knew he was telling the truth in the way his baby blues shimmered with tears, "Yeah, I'm sure. I saw it with my own eyes."

Your heart seemed to stop for a moment, but you didn't cry. You didn't feel anything and yet you felt everything at once.

All you could do was stand frozen in that moment.

Steve never moved back in and he rarely visited you. He was off concocting plans to find and stop Schmidt.

The only time he came to see you again was right before he was about to leave.

"We were able to locate his bases and predict his next attack. If we get there in time, we may be able to stop him and end the entire war." Steve said.

You nodded understandingly, "Just be careful, Steve." It felt useless saying it anymore.

"I always am," he smiled sadly.

But he wasn't.

Your hands trembled as you listened to the radio broadcast.
"Soldier and hero, Steven Grant Rogers, known to most as Captain America was announced dead early this morning. We're still waiting on more details-"

The radio clicked off and left you in silence.

You should've been used to it by now. The feeling of loss and heartbreak.

Yet your chest felt like it was collapsing and you couldn't see through your tears. You could barely remember a time when you didn't know the two of them.

Now it felt like hell for them to become strangers to you once more.

But all good things must come to an end.

Right?