Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes one shots

You have a picture of me on your fridge || part 5

~ a/n this is the final part unless you guys want me to make more of this.. ~
It has been 3 months since Steve just walked out, I had hardly been myself, I never take photos anymore, hell I don't even take my camera out with me I don't really leave my flat either. I just don't see the point in it anymore, Sam says I have depression but I don't believe him I just don't want to leave my bed most days. Just like every other day these past few weeks I'm laying in bed just staring at my ceiling, sam keeps ringing me every day and trying to get me out of the apartment, I guess he's had enough of me cause he stopped calling about a week ago. I fuck everything up, man everything fucking sucks, I need coffee. I get up out of bed to find coffee but there is none in my apartment I guess I have to go outside today, I grab a pair of jeans from the floor and a hoodie, has this hoodie always been big?!? My stomach growls demanding food, I just shrug it off and grab my wallet and go on the search for coffee. I walk into the coffee shop where me, Sam and Steve had coffee that one time, and I walk to the counter and place my order to go whilst I'm waiting for my drink to be made I look around the coffee shop, in the corner of the shop are Sam and Steve, that would explain why sam stopped talking to me, he'd rather hang out with Steve. Sam's eyes catch mine and he laughs at something Steve says and points me out, Steve turns around to look at me and his eyes are full of pity, I grab my coffee and dash out of the shop, I can hear Steve shooting my name but I don't stop, I can't he'll see how broken I am, and I can't have that. Suddenly Steve is right behind me, he grabs my arm and spins me to face him, "Bucky what the hell happened to you?" He asks I sneer at him "you happened, you know in the year and half since I took that stupid photo I fell in love with you, I always thought about what it would be like to see you again, and to tell you all about the photo and well you found the photo and called me a freak, a fucking freak Steve, I'm not a freak okay. Just leave me alone, I don't want or need your pity so please just go away" I started crying, I got my arm free and walked away, "Bucky wait!" "What Steve? What else are you going to do, huh? I mean you crushed my dreams, you took my best friend from me, you broke me and now what? You gonna call me a freak again, gonna tell me how weird I am, gonna tell me that I'm awful? Just don't okay, leave me alone.. please" I say my voice breaking on the world please. "I didn't take your best friend you pushed him away, it's all your fault, it's your fault sam left, it's your fault your alone, everything is your fault.." Steve's right it's my fault, everything is my fault, I hate myself so fucking much I always ruin everything...