Electric Blue(Steve Rogers/Avengers Fan Fiction)

Never Better

"Brooke?" Steve murmured, coming up behind me.

"I'm fine, Steven." I wiped my eyes.

"You don't sound like it." He put a hand on my hip.

"I just chose SHIELD over my family, Steven." I whispered.

"Its only to protect them." He murmured. "Come on. We can stay in my place tonight."

•

I couldn't sleep though. I stood by the windows in Steve's room with my arms crossed.

"Brooklyn? Come on."

"I can't sleep, Steven." I whispered.

"Please. I can't sleep without you."

"You slept for seventy years, give me a break." I snapped. I knew that hurt him. I turned to Steve. He was laying on his side on the bed, looking at his hands. "I'm sorry. I just was mean. I didn't mean it." I walked over to the bed beside him. "I'm sorry, Steven. I didn't mean it." I brushed my hand down his cheek.

"It's okay." He whispered.

"Its only eight. Why don't we watch a movie or something?" I smiled, feeling had for hurting his feelings.

"Sure. You pick." He went to the living room.

•

The song that played at the end credits was of different instruments. Steve stood up and held his hand out for me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, taking his hand. He pulled me into his arms.

"Dancing." Steve smiled.

"Oh, Steven. I cannot dance."

"Neither can I. We'll teach each other." He put a hand on my hip and held my hand. I put my hand on his shoulder. "I love you."

"I love you even more, Steven." I kissed his lips. We moved back and forth across the living room. I put my ear on his chest and closed my eyes. "Steven? Where did Bucky run off to?"

"After I talked to him, he said he had to go. I don't know where he went."

"I apologize for not telling you about him and everything."

"Its fine, Brooke." We swayed back and forth softly. Even when the music had stopped, Steve had put on an old record, probably from back when he was younger, for us to dance to. He twirled me a little, then pulled me back into his arms. After about an hour of dancing, my phone rang. Steve let me go as I walked to the kitchen where my phone was. It was Bucky.

"Where are you staying, Mr. Barnes?" I asked.

"I'm droppin' by for a while."

"Well doesn't explain where you are sta-" The like went dead. "Something's not right with Bucky, Steven." I put my phone down and looked up to Steve.

•

Bucky walked into Steve's apartment about a half hour later. He was holding his left side with his right hand.

"What's the matter, Bucky?" Steve asked, walking to his friend.

"Nothin'. I was just over at your place, Brooke. Apparently whoever's looking for you was still over there." Bucky showed me his right hand. It was covered in blood.

"Oh my god. Bucky! How long ago did this happen?" I asked.

"About an hour ago."

"Are you feeling dizzy?"

"Little bit."

"We need to get you to a hospital." I started to pull him towards the door when he stopped me.

"No, Brooklyn. I can't. They'll call the Feds and all of SHIELD'll be on my ass."

"James. This is life threatening." I looked into his blue eyes.

"I'll be fine." He shook his head.

"Then let me tend to you if you won't go to a hospital."

"Fine." Bucky sat on one of the barstools in the kitchen. I rushed around Steven's apartment, getting the medical things I needed. Bucky took his shirt off so I could get to the bullet wound. I put a giant bandage over the wound.

"You aren't breathing right, Mr. Barnes." I sighed.

"I'm ninety eight. I wonder why." He chuckled, then coughed. I put two fingers on the area on his neck, where the pulse was.

"Your heart rate is down. Bucky. We need to get you to a hospital."

"I'm fine, Brooke." Bucky smiled.

"With the rate of your loss of blood, you won't make it through the night." My voice cracked.

"Oh don't start crying, Brooklyn." Bucky ran a hand over his face.

"I am not crying, James. I just sacrificed ever seeing my family again. I cannot loose you. You, Captain Rogers, and Agent Wilson are probably the only reason I haven't gone crazy yet."

"Brooklyn." Steve put his hand on my hip.

"Do not 'Brooklyn' me, Steven." I pushed his hand off me. "James." I looked into Bucky's blue eyes.

"I'll be fine, Brooklyn. I've been through worst."

"Fine. I am not going to fight you, James." I sighed, taking a step back and crossing my arms.

"You don't need to be so upset, Brooke." Steve turned to me.

"Do not tell me whether or not I should be upset. I can be upset if I want to." I walked to his room and went to the window. I don't know why my anger and frustration was overwhelming me but I just- I took a deep, shaky breath.

"Brooke." Steve was standing in the doorway of the bedroom. "Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong. Why are you so mad? Upset? What? Tell me." I took almost ten minutes to answer.

"Before I started actually being in a relationship with you, Steven, I was able to successfully protect my family, keep them away from any danger that I came across-"

"Are you blaming me for what happened, Brooklyn?" I thought about that for a while.

"No. I am not blaming you, Steven." I whispered, shaking my head. "I'm blaming myself. I have lost who I used to be. I'm getting emotional and I was never emotional."

"Brooke. That doesn't explain why you're pissed with Bucky all of a sudden-"

"Not everything needs an explanation, Mr. Rogers." I turned to him, looking into his eyes. "Not everything has an explanation that someone can explain without making it sound insane. Aliens? There is no explanation for them. Gods and other dimensions? There are no explanations of how Thor and Loki can move back and forth between two or more completely diverse worlds-"

"Brooklyn! You aren't making sense-"

"I am leaving, Steven. And don't your dare try to follow me." I picked up my bag and stormed out of the room. I made it out of Steve's apartment just as Agent Thirteen was coming out of her room.

"Are you okay-"

"Never better, Agent Thirteen." I muttered.

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