We are just boyfriend and girlfriend...

Timing it just right...

Six weeks clean! A month and two weeks, forty-two days! Wooo!

After Natasha and I... Yelena came up with a great plan, it came together and now Bucky and Steve has been getting the help that they both needed. Steve and Bucky has now started seeing Dr Raynor and on a strict sober diet. Tony has paid out a large sum of money to multiple night clubs, bars and stores across New York to not allow to sell alcohol strong enough to take down a super soldier... Yes I am of course included in this strict sober diet.

After the first few weeks, I started seeing changes in Bucky. He started to properly looking after himself like shaving, having his hair cut... I won't lie, I will miss them but he need to feel better too. We even having full conversations, expression our feelings and a very long apology for smashing up my room, I didn't forgive straight away and we managed to have the argument that we were dreading to have but honestly needed and after that we felt better. he's lucky that we still have his room available.

It's been a long month, but we getting there...

"It's good to see you, James. How have thing's been since our last sessions?" Dr Raynor spoke while spreading open her notebook.

"A little better than before." I nod, pulling my leather jacket in on myself.

"And how things with you and y/n?"

"Alot better, we talking more and I feel like we working well just like we used to before... Before everything." I expressed. I feel sick everytime I think about what that nut job did to y/n, how he destroyed her life and then nearly our own relationship.

"And the ring? Is it still put away?" She asked with a smile.

"I've actually got it right here doc." I said, tapping my chest pocket. "I've been holding on to it for the past week now." 

During my not so great boyfriend material ways, I hid my mother wedding ring, y/n engagement ring. Ever since I got the ring, I've always kept it with me, binding my time to propose but then... Shit hit the fan and I felt so useless, worthless to be her husband and that she deserved someone twice as much better than me. I started locking her out, then Sam, then with Steve I turned him to the dark side of being an alcoholic. I lost my self and I became someone who i hated, I hated not talking to y/n, the arguments with everyone, not being there when I should've been. I knew she was hurting deep down and for a while I didn't know why, not until Natasha told me the truth.

She killed her father.

I hated myself more than I ever could, I realised how alone she must felt especially how I've been with her.

After Natasha knocking some sense into me, I promised my self that from now on for the rest of our lives. I will be a better friend and boyfriend, the best. I promised that I won't hide behind a bottle or end up at a bar, that I will use my words, my feelings instead and be there for her more.

To be a proper partner.

And with this past month, It's been hard but it's working. Y/n and I are making it work, slowly becoming the people we were before the drama. I'm sober, four weeks to be exact.

Sometime soon, I'm going to propose to her.

I grab a bowl from the top shelf, pouring in some cereals while adding some milk before putting everything back into it original places. I turn around from the fridge to grab my bowl, only to see it disappear from the counter.

"What the fuck... Where did.." I whisper to myself as I check the cupboards and then the fridge to see if some how I misplaced the bowl until I see Pietro scooping cereal from my bowl to his mouth.