Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes Imagines

Steve - Drabble #3

"I thought I could manage. I can't. Not without you. Not ever, like that" & "You better have a good reason for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn." & "I made a mistake." & "Are you drunk?"

Warnings - Angst and some cussing. As per usual. But also some fluff XD

Guys, I don't know what's up with me, but I am just a sucker for angst. My apologies. Also, I've been sick the past few days with the flu, so sorry I haven't been updating as often. I'll try to get better with that! This is the final Steve drabble 

When the phone woke you up at four in the morning, you knew it couldn't be good. It could have been a number of things - a prank caller, Fury trying to drag you in for a last minute mission, or maybe an automated solicitor - but this person was the last one you expected to call, much less at this hour.

"You better have a good reason for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn, whoever you are," you grumbled into the phone, not even bothering to check the caller ID. 

"It's me," a voice said almost nervously, causing you to sit up straight in your bed, suddenly wide awake.

"Steve?"

"Yeah," you heard him sigh, and you could almost picture his expression, "Do you, uh, mind if I come over?"

You hesitated for several reasons, but eventually said, "Sure. Do you still have a key to the gate?"

"I-I do. I'll be there in five. Thanks, Y/N."

"Of course," you mumbled, hanging up before you could say anything else. Hoping you didn't regret this decision, you rolled out of bed to put on some more decent pajamas and start a pot of tea. If he was coming for the reason you suspected he was, then you knew you were going to need it.

You had just finished pouring two cups when you heard three taps on the door. After a moment of hesitation, you slid off your counter stool and took your time walking to the door, unlocking and opening it swiftly.

You took a second to take in his appearance, noticing some small changes - he had some scruff now, and for some reason slight bags under his eyes, but that could have been from anything - before offering a small smile.

"Hey, Steve," you said quietly, "Want to step in?"

"Thanks, Y/N," he responded in a similar tone before stepping inside your apartment.

"Are you drunk?" you questioned when the smell of alcohol wafted off of him, causing you to scrunch your nose up.

"I can't get drunk," he grumbled as you shut the door, waiting for you to sit down before he did as well. "Doesn't stop me from trying."

"Why are you trying?" you asked carefully, handing him a cup of tea. You didn't even have to ask if he wanted it - he always used to like the way you made tea, according to him it was a good stress reliever. He took the cup gratefully, taking a sip before answering.

"I thought I could manage. I can't. Not without you. Not ever, like that," he said quietly, raising his eyes to meet yours. 

You were quiet for a moment, staring down at the mug clasped between your hands. "Steve...you were the one that walked out, months ago. Why are you coming now?"

You had waited. He gave his excuses for wanting to end things, and you thought they had been ridiculous - he wanted to keep you safe from his enemies, because he was afraid they'd use you as leverage. How fucking cliche could he get? After a huge fight, he just ended up leaving. And you had waited, because you honestly thought he would come back, and things would go back to normal.

But it had been months. You didn't see him at SHIELD anymore, he didn't call - he could have died for all you knew. And did you still love him? Of course, and you probably always would. But his leaving you had left a mark. And him coming back now, as if it would fix things; you weren't sure if you would be able to.

"I made a mistake," he finally stated, "I was being an idiot. I thought that pushing you away would keep you safe, but I was wrong. I'm so sorry, Y/N."

"I understand where you're coming from Steve, I really do. But I waited. It's been a long time. What if I moved on?"

He paused for a moment, knitting his eyebrows. "Have you?"

You smiled sadly, shaking your head. "Of course I haven't." 

The both of you fell into a silence, before Steve suddenly asked, "Do you still have that radio?"

You frowned in confusion, but nodded, "Yeah. Same place, above the fridge. But why-"

He ignored you, walking into your kitchen to get the radio. You rolled your eyes and after a minute stood up, following him to see what he was up to.

Once you got in the kitchen he had already turned the radio on, and you suddenly recognized the tune of one of you favourite slow songs; and then you realized Steve's plan.

"May I have this dance?" Steve asked, his blue eyes on yours to see your reaction. You simply smiled, giving him a small nod.

He gently took the mug out of your hands and placed it on the counter. He then took one of your hands in his, placing the other on his shoulder before moving his own hand to the small of your back, holding you close.

"You're such a sap," you mumbled, but nonetheless went along with it when he began moving you two back and forth, a small smile on his lips. After a while, both your arms went around his neck and you leaned your head on his chest, while his wrapped around your waist.

And, just for a minute, it felt like everything was back to normal.