Winterwidow One-shots

Diary of a Soldier

 Crap. That title's cheesy too.

"Oh, Nat"

"Yeah, Steve?"

"You weren't at today's team briefing, so I think you should know, seeing that we've fought him several times and you went against your team to save him...Bucky's going back under the ice for a while." Natasha looked like I had hit her. She took a step back. Her eyes became misty. I have no idea as to why. "Oh...was it his choice?" I'm so confused. Nat isn't the crying type. She never lets anyone know when she's vulnerable. Why now. Why does she care? I mean, she just fought the guy. "Um...yeah. He said that he can't trust himself and he needs some time to get the bad stuff out of his head. Um are you... are you okay?" She was fighting back her tears. "Yeah I'm fine. Thanks for letting me know." She walked off to her room. That was weird. I went back to my room as well. T'Challa wanted to see Bucky's old notes to see if there was anything he could do to find out what Hydra did to him. I grabbed the stuff I found in his apartment and the stuff we recovered in Siberia. I opened to a page of the notes I found in his apartment. It read:

December 4th: 1961

The young woman was beautiful. She had eyes like diamonds and a smile that reminded me of a sly fox. She was far along in the training process. She was good. Almost better than me. It was nice to teach a worthy opponent. She was like nothing I'd ever seen. Quick, smart, fast, and so mysterious. I want to know so much more about her...

Reading his notes was like reading a great book. I never wanted to put them down.

February 15th: 1963

Oh hell, I think I might love her. I barely know the girl and she gets me to feel things I haven't felt in years. I don't want to love her. They'll wipe me if they find out. I'd forget her. They might have already wiped me several times. According to my notes from a couple years ago, I've loved her before. That redhead always makes me weak in the knees. That's precisely why they'd wipe me.

Redhead? No. Unless...

April 21st: 1963

Natalia.

That was all it said. Oh my God. My best friends have been in love for decades. I had no clue. That's why she cried. She was losing one of the only people she ever loved. Again. I hurried to her room. I opened the door. She was crying. Hard. As soon as she saw me she hid and wiped her face. "Oh...Hey Steve."

"If we get in the Quinjet now, we can see him before he goes under." She looked at me puzzled. "He wrote about you. I read his notes. If you love him as much as he loves you, you're going to want to get on that jet. She smiled at me. "Thank you Steve."