Devotion

C5: Home

I could hear the birds from outside through Steve's thin window as I woke up. The sun was shining through the panes, lighting the room with a soft glow. I glanced around at the rest of the room to find it all in the same calm nature. I sat up slightly and peeked over at Steve's bed to see if he was awake yet. He's usually waiting for me to wake up. His eyes were still closed although the sun shone right in his face. The blonde hair from the top of his head was hanging down on his forehead, and the blanket was curled up underneath his face in his hands. I sat and watched the clock and Steve, waiting for him to wake up, but not wanting to wake him up.

9:05...

9:06...

9:07...

By 9:08 I got up and walked around the room, mostly just staring at the ceiling and occasionally at Steve. Every once in awhile, he would stir, but then fall right back asleep. I looked out the window at the neighboring apartment building and then walked right back over to where I was sleeping last night. I sat down and picked at the threads of my blanket with my fingers, but otherwise remained unoccupied.

"Come on Steve." I whispered to myself.

I feel bad that I'm usually the one he has to wait on.

I threw my head back to look at the ceiling again, but as I did Steve started coughing. He was lightly breathing as he coughed repeatedly, causing himself to wake up. I faced his direction and watched him get up slightly.

"Steve are you okay?"

"Huh?"

He started coughing slower now, and he was catching his breath as he sat up and looked over at me.

"Are you okay? You just randomly started coughing?"

"Oh... Uh yeah that's nothing."

Nothing?

He rubbed his eyes and started standing up, as I did as well.

"So Buck what are we doing today?"

"Really you're barely awake and that's what you're thinking about right now?"

He shrugged and I walked over to the door.

"Well come on. Let's go figure it out."

I opened the door as he started suggesting things to do.

"How about we go to your house?"

"What?" I turned to look at him.

"Come on Bucky, you haven't gone home in days don't you think I know something is wrong?"

I sighed and looked at the floor. My mind was racing back through memories of this week.

"My father left four days ago to go over seas... but before he left we got in a big fight... He basically told me I wasn't good enough for him, and I don't know why, but avoiding my family seemed like a logical thing to do... Especially when it meant I could hang out with you... You make me feel like I'm actually worth something."

"Bucky that doesn't mean that the rest of your family hates you. Have you even talked to them?"

"No."

"Well then that's what we're doing today."

"Really Steve?" I whined.

"Yes Bucky!"

"Alright... Fine. But if I get yelled at it's your fault."