Chapter One

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2016

The trip to the Flughafen Leipzig-Halle airport was absurdly long. Steve, Sam, and Bucky were crammed in the little bug, exhausted and fueled only by their survival instincts. The radio hummed in the background, Bucky snored in the backseat, and Sam grumbled to himself about how he should have never opened that door and invited Steve and Natasha in.

Steve simply listened, stuck in a weird place of peace and anxiety. On the one hand, he was a wanted criminal and running from the law and his friends. On the other, he had Sam beside him and Bucky in the backseat. Bucky, the man he's been in love with since 1936, was in the backseat. He could barely contain the happiness that bubbled in his chest. Bucky was safe and in his company.

And then Sharon met up with them to get their stuff.

It took Steve a couple of months to get over Sharon's "betrayal" before he could be friends with her. They even went on a few dates, but as Sam pointed out recently, Steve didn't treat her as a romantic interest. He gets the feeling that she thinks otherwise.

It was awkward, knowing Sam and Bucky were watching him interact with Sharon. She didn't suspect a thing, but here Steve was, awkward and nervous as he collected their things. And then when she kissed him? Cringe.

Steve walked back to the car, only to see Sam and Bucky watching him with smug grins. "Shut up," he mumbles.

"Oh no," Sam snipped, "I need details."

"Looks like Little Stevie finally has a girlfriend," Bucky laughed.

Steve rolled his eyes, even though his face was on fire with blush. "She is not my girlfriend."

"Oh really? Since when do you go around kissing on random women?" Bucky quipped.

The captain pulled the car out onto the road, speeding away. "I don't. She's not some random girl, Buck. She was my neighbor, who I thought was a regular ER nurse, but turned out to be an agent tasked with babysitting me-"

"She wasn't babysitting you," Sam corrected.

"Close enough."

"So why were you kissing her?" Bucky asked, leaning up to push his head between the two.

Sam was quick to push him back, "You sit in the back, you stay in the back."

Steve laughed. "We connected over a couple of missions and I guess she got the wrong idea. Should have seen her at the funeral, wouldn't stop staring at me."

"Funeral?"

Steve and Sam glanced at each other before Steve looked to the rear view mirror. He gave Bucky a sympathetic smile, "Peggy passed away last week."

Bucky's face scrunched in confusion before his eyes widened in realization. "Pegs is gone?"

"Passed away in her sleep, but she lived a good life. Had a family, built a career for herself, saved our legacies," Steve trailed on.

"What do you mean?"

"She immortalized you as the first fallen Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Even after..." Bucky didn't continue, which made Steve perk up.

"After what?"

"Even after she knew about me?"

Steve slammed on brakes. "What?"

Bucky's brow was furrowed, head tilted like a confused puppy. Steve's heart skipped a beat. "I remember... I remember hearing her name, when Pierce was talking with his subordinates. He was talking about her retirement and how that would stop her from looking for the Asset. Either she knew about me or she wanted me dead." Bucky was looking down "Wait, why was Sharon at the funeral?"

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