We Were Made For Each Other

Chapter 1

It all happened like this. On the day of Steve's death, just a few blocks away from where the blonde had fallen to the ground, another man had collapsed. Unlike Steve, the stranger had been crossing the street on his way to his apartment and had been hit by a car. The stranger was severely hurt, but managed to stay alive and made it all the way to the hospital while Steve had died on the ambulance. Bucky and Peggy arrived at the hospital at the same time with bloodshot eyes and rumpled appearances. But their paths separated when Peggy had been taken into the intensive care unit and Bucky was taken down to the morgue.

Steve had died knowing that he would never see the love of his life again, and despite the peaceful and calm feeling that seemed to wash over him, he didn't want to be dead. He fought so hard to stay alive but his efforts were futile. He felt his soul leave his body and had the misfortune of being present (or as present as a dead being can be,) when the nurse had brought Bucky into the room where his cold body was laying. It had been horrible, to say the least. To see the love of his life, break down in front of him and not being able to do anything about it. Bucky was a total mess in front of him. He was hugging on to Steve's body for dear life, shaking him and yelling at him to please wake up. It was horrible, specially seeing Bucky crying uncontrollably.

Steve began to scream then, walking in front of the brunette and trying to touch him. He couldn't though, and everything he did went unseen and unheard and Steve didn't know what the fuck was going on but he wanted it to end. He saw how the nurses had to drag Bucky away from his body. How they had to sedate him and call for backup when he started fighting them. Steve had never felt so helpless in his life and he felt himself shattering. Everything around him went dark and he felt himself falling down. He didn't know what had happened, but when he came through, he was in a different room. He felt more solid and whole and could actually hear the steady beat of his heart. It was odd, since Steve's heart had never sounded as strong before.

And then he was able to register the other sounds in the room. The beeping of the monitors, the drip-drop of the IV.

Strange.

He knew he had died; knew he was no longer a part of the living. Yet here he was, in a bed, breathing, heart beating. Pretty much alive. He was afraid to open his eyes though, afraid of what he would see. Was he in heaven? Was he about to face God or whatever? Or better yet, was he sleeping? What if this was all a dream and he was waking up now? What if the doctors had actually managed to save him and he was now waking up? What if he found Bucky on the other side when he opened his eyes!

With that thought in mind, Steve's eyes had snapped open. Frantically blinking and looking around the room. He was dying (no pun intended) to see Bucky. Wanted to see that his baby was okay and not having a mental breakdown in some cold room in the basement. He wanted to hold him and kiss him and tell him that he loved him so fucking much and that he wasn't going anywhere. Till the end of the line.

But Bucky wasn't in the room.

Instead, there was a woman curled up on a chair, who later on turned out to be Peggy.

At the time, Steve hadn't known that, and he was pretty positive that he didn't know who she was. Her long brown hair was lanky and oily and obscured her face. Her knees were pulled up to her chest and she was hugging it with her left arm. From where Steve was laying, he could see she had a ring on her left finger. It was odd though, because Steve was pretty sure he didn't know any female brunette. He tried to sit up on bed but couldn't. His whole body feeling weak and worn out. The machines around him started beeping uncontrollably, startling the woman.

Steve watched her as she shot up from her seat, looking at him with wide eyes that lit up after a couple of seconds. A big smile appeared on her delicate face, and tears began to gather in her eyes.