The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty

Love Like War

We were all quickly overrun and thrown into the back of a van. I couldn't care less about it though. I was shaking and drowning in grief.
So much I almost barely noticed one of agents zap another and take out other guards. The agent revealed themselves as a young woman with blue eyes and light brown hair in a tight bun.
"Agent Hill?" Steve asked.
"Yes it's me. I'm here to rescue you." She said. Agent Hill gave me a curt nod "nice to see you've regained your head."
"Thank you?" I said half in question.
"Where are we going?" Steve asked.
"You'll see soon enough. I'll answer all questions later." Agent Hill responds.
"Can we trust her?" I asked Steve discreetly.
"For the most part yes." He replies.
"Are you are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" I respond already knowing what he was talking about.
"Well Bucky."
"Yes, alright I'm bothered by it." I snapped breaking down, "I- I always thought I'd have him forever. It just feels like war now. He hates me. Even the person he knew back in HYDRA."
"Bucky doesn't hate you. He doesn't know what's going on right now." Steve tried to assure.
"Sure doesn't feel like it."
"He has to adjust too-"
"He looked right at me! HE LOOKED RIGHT AT ME STEVE! HE DOESNT KNOW ME HE DOESNT KNOW YOU! HES GONE!" I shrieked miserably. The jeep went dead silent.
I shrunk down in my seat, leaning my head on Steve's shoulder. The rest of the ride quiet.
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I'm just going to improvise from here. I still don't own Marvel but I can dream.
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Maria Hill (which I learned what her name was) lead us into some underground facility. She stopped in front of a glass door leading into a room with a dark colored man lying on a hospital bed with lots of things hooked up to him.
"He's not ready to have guest yet or anything just thought you'd like to know he's alive. Romanoff come with me." Hill says before walking off with Nat.
"That's him isn't it? The Director Fury or something like that?" I ask.
Steve nodded.
"Well I'll leave you boys to grieve I can't mope over someone I've never met. Especially someone I've never met that I was supposed to kill." I said bitterly storming off.
"Katie! Katie wait! We know that wasn't you please! You can start over!" Steve called after me.
"Do you even know your way around here?" Steve asks turning me around and forcing me to look at him.
"I can find my way. I don't need my little brother breathing down my neck all the time." I snarl.
"Katie, I just don't want to lose you like I lost Bucky." Steve says.
I twist out of his grip. "You already have. I'm not the person I was before."
I snarled storming away successfully this time.
I eventually did find my way. Outside that is. The place had a nice view of some river I forgot the name of. Potomac or something. Ah but who cares. Tears burned and stung my eyes threatening to spill.
It wasn't a cold night but I shivered, letting out a choking sob. Fuming I hurled a rock off the balcony. It made a satisfying plunk when it hit the river.
An idea flashed into my mind. I carefully climbed onto the silver ice cold rail. Taking a deep steadying breath I was able to get into a crouching position on the rail. I over looked the city. The modern world didn't make any sense to me. So much has changed since 1943. People included.
I had to admit though D.C. from a far away view was beautiful. Pretty lights illuminated monuments and buildings, the sunset was a mixture of cotton candy and the dancing flames of a fire.
This would be a nice place to die. I'd probably be buried in my country's capital. My country I would've once died for, I thought slowly starting to stand. The lights of the now quiet city reflected the water.
No one would miss you, you've said terrible things to Steve, Bucky hates you. Nothing makes sense, I told myself trying to jump. A cool breeze blew through the strands of hair that had fallen from my bun.
  "I'm not going to stop you or anything but your brother is looking for you he'll be really upset if he finds you in the Potomac." A feminine voice warned from behind.
  I was so startled I slipped and almost fell to my death. It was only a few terrifying moments of dangling before I swung myself back over the railing. Nat stood in the doorway a faint gold light illuminated her slightly.
"Mind if I join you?" She asks. I was now leaning against the railing shaking slightly.
"You already have so sure." I replied.
Nat strutted over to me and stood next to me over looking the city. I turned to look out at the cityscape as well.
"So they fixed your shoulder?" I ask.
"Good as new." Nat simply replies.
"Why were you going to jump?" She asks suddenly but as if this was just normal topic of conversation.,
I shrug, "I hit a low, didn't see any other options."
"You wouldn't have jumped." Nat says flatly.
"How do you know?" I demand.
"I just do. Just so you know men aren't as gentlemen like as they were back in your day."
"It's not that."
"So it wasn't about soldier boy?" Nat asks giving me a skeptical look.
  "Who?" I ask having no clue who she meant.
  "Barnes."
  "Oh."
  "I find it hard to believe this wasn't about him." Nat says.
  "It was, just not in the way you think. Look I don't want to talk about this." I say frustrated.
  "Are you sure?" Nat presses, "it might help."
  "Ugh! Fine!" I snap, "I never thought this would happen. I thought it'd be us together forever. I thought what we had was real that he loved me. And I'm pretty sure he did but- HYDRA took everything from me. He-" it took everything I had not to burst to tears.
  "People change, sometimes not always for the better."
  "Bucky didn't change he he was brainwashed. This isn't his fault." I protest.
  "But he still did what he did. You're just in denial cause you love him, though I don't think either of us can agree on how great of a person he may be. Cause he's a different person now you knew him before and I only know him now." Nat says.
  It goes silent a moment. I glance at Nat who is smirking at me a little.
  "What?" I demand.
  "How did you two meet?" She asks her smirk becomes a smile.
  "Don't you know?"
"I've heard rumors but I want to here it from you." Nat replies.
  "Alright it was the summer of 1930 something I think," I start to tell.