Imagine.....

90 years Later.......

You awoke with a jolt, breathing in the humid air around you rapidly. It was all a dream, a nightmare of a memory that had been haunting you for 90 years straight. James Barnes, your one and only love, had died on the mission to the H.Y.D.R.A base. When Steve and what was left of their small squadron returned a week later, he could barely look at you, for he knew that without James, you were broken. After the war ended, something happened that you have tried hard to remember, but it was as if those lost years were completely wiped from your mind. It bugged you that you couldn't remember the 80 year gap that sat empty and incomplete in your memory, but you'd tried to forget and instead to coincide with the new world around you. There was a sudden loud banging on you're front door that shook you from your train of thought. You looked at the alarm clock that sat on a small oak bedside table, 8:00 am, the usual time that the loud knocking came in the mornings. You drowsily got out of bed and threw on a large t-shirt and yoga pants, not even caring about your hair, as you made your way down the stairs and to the door, taking your time with the locks and finally opening the door to a tall, and handsome blonde man that just happened to be your best and only friend, Steve Rogers. When you had first awoken in a S.H.I.E.L.D facility in the 21st Century, you had awoken to Steve sitting beside your hospital bed, holding your hand. It had been a strange few years after that, but Steve was always there to comfort and help you as much as he could, although he too was having troubles adjusting to the future. Since then, every morning at 8 o'clock sharp, he would be at your door, checking in on how you were doing and getting you out of the house for most of the day to roam around the city. But one thing always seemed off between the two of you, James wasn't there. He was the main reason you and Steve had even become such close friends, and for most of the time since you woke up from your 80 year slumber, You had been searching for him with the help of S.H.I.E.L.D and Steve himself, but it had come with a price that at that time, you didn't know if you were willing to pay. Since then, things had been becoming worse and worse. You were falling deeper and deeper into a pit of depression, and although you tried to hide it from Steve, You knew he knew, and he was worried about you all the time. You moved aside so he could step through the gaping doorway, "Morning Steve," You say with a yawn, running a hand through your messy, tangled hair. But strangely, he didn't return the greeting. His eyes strayed away from your gaze and his thoughts seemed to have drifted away from the world around him. A confused look crosses your face as you watch him closely, "Steve, is everything alright?" You ask him suspiciously, noticing that your question had brought his focus back down to earth. He sighed solemnly and took your hand, leading you to the small leather love seat that sat alone in tiniest room in the apartment, which you called your living room. "Y/N, there's something we need to talk about.." Steve started to say, giving your hand somewhat of anxious squeeze. You adjust yourself on the couch cushion, noting the oddacity of his request. "O-okay," you reply, looking at him with the same confused face as before. It took a few minutes of complete silence before the words that would haunt you for the rest of your life echoed from his lips, "It's about Bucky.......

He's Alive."