Polyamorous

Memories

It has been a few days since the incident with Bucky and Steve. (y/n) hadn't talked to either of them since. She didn't know what to say or do she was still very confused even with everything feeling somewhat familiar. She didn't like staying away from Steve and Bucky it felt odd not having them around. She decides she'd talk with them gets some answers.

(y/n) took a few breaths before stomping into the living room turning off the t saying " what are we? I don't understand anything that's going on anymore everything is more confusing than before. I need answers before more questions pop up. And actual answers no distraction." she eyed Bucky at the last part he just smirked.

Steve got up from the couch and left the room. The confidence (y/n) had begun to fade as he left the room. Maybe she was to forward. Bucky saw her face fall and hopped into action he pulled her down on the couch next to him and took her hands he was about to bust out one of his good speeches when Steve came back into the room with a shoe box in hand he set it on the coffee table.

"I kept all our memories together I found anything I could get my hands on and I just ... kept it all together. I needed memories since I didn't have... I didn't have you two. " Steve opened the box and pushed it towards both (y/n) and Bucky. "maybe this will help you to jog your memories".

Bucky was the first one to look in the box pulling out a photo of the three of them. They were dressed up fancy with a tacky backdrop. They were all smiling they were all young and happy.

"Prom. Yeah, I remember that. I took (y/n) and Bucky took some girl named Stacey."

"I did?"

"yeah, but at the end of the night, you still came home with us. She lied and told everyone you took her virginity." Steve laughed and pulled out his old sketchbook "yeah I remember this. This was my last sketchbook before (y/n) left for war" Steve flipped to the last page it was a drawing of Bucky and (y/n) curled up on the couch cuddling together. Last picture he drew before (y/n) left for war.

"That's... this is us" (y/n) said

"Before the war... before everything went to hell," Bucky said

"we look happy" (y/n) observed the pictures and the drawings "things must have bee simpler back then"

"no, we just didn't have as many things to worry about. And we always found solutions rather quickly especially with three heads." Bucky chuckled as Steve went on " The only real thing we worried about was hiding from everyone. We became very good liars, and pros at sneaking around." Steve reached forward and wipes a stray tear from (y/n)'s cheek.

"Love made us liars... but also saviors," Bucky said as he pulled out another phone but this time this phone was of them in a military base all of them in uniform. This was their last picture together ... ever.

"you guys...are so freaking dramatic yet poetic" (y/n) said as she continued to go through the box. She didn't get as many memories as she wanted but she did get some significant memories. Memories she surely needed. Like prom:

(y/n) watched as Bucky danced with his prom date. Her dress twirled around with her. (y/n) envied the girl who danced with one of her men she looked beautiful in her dress it was a. Steve too was envying the girl her hands were all over Bucky. They both wanted to be where that girl was but society wouldn't allow it.

"I know," Steve said as he sat with (y/n) and handed her a drink.They both wanted to be in the place of the girl. But Bucky was with her and Steve had an asthma attack on the dance floor. They were waiting for a slow dance now.

"she looks so beautiful" (y/n) said she wore a dress the boys had picked it out of the choices she gave them.

"you look gorgeous, like an angel" Steve praised and worshipped her