My Soulmate (Stony)

Chapter Four: The Cinema

Steve's POV

When I first tried opening my eyes I was blinded by the sun rays filtering through the curtains, causing me to close my eyes again for a few seconds. When I opened my eyes a second time, they were able to adjust to the light. I sat up in Bucky's bed, stretching so that my joints would pop in satisfaction while I tried to actually will myself fully awake. I noticed that there was a sticky note on the desk where I usually sketch.

I pull the blanket off of me and make my way over towards the desk. I can see the messy handwriting that I already know belongs to Bucky. I pick up the note and it reads:

"Went out with the family today, we'll be back later! Sorry I didn't wake you up, thought it would be nice to let you sleep in for once." I shake my head and put down the note with a smile on my face. That jerk let me sleep in and miss spending time with his family just because he thought It'd be nice to let me sleep in. It was a nice thought of him and I appreciate it, but without Bucky around I'm quite bored.

Might as well find something to do.

I open the door after putting on my usual attire: white button up shirt, brown khaki pants with suspenders, accompanied by a brown leather jacket, and make my way down the stairs towards the kitchen. I make myself some classic oatmeal, my breakfast for starting the day since I don't need to really cook for anybody else. It doesn't take me long to finish my food, and before I know it I'm heading outside, making sure to lock the door behind me as I walk away from the house.

I inhale deeply through my nose, taking in the gold ol' crisp fall air and then exhaling through my mouth. Fall was always a nice season to experience; the way the leaves changed color and gave you a mixture of green with just a touch of orange or yellow, there was an unexplained beauty behind fall. I wander the streets of Brooklyn, doing my best to not bump into anyone walking past me on my way to, well, wherever I decide to go.

I remember being younger and always going for long walks down Brooklyn, just before I met Bucky and when I still had my Ma. I enjoyed sightseeing, I enjoyed the few short minutes I got listening to people telling their stories of how they met the love of their life to their friends, watching everyone scramble out of their houses into their cars for work, listening to people greet their neighbors from their window sills, it was always amazing.

I also remember going to the park from time to time and watching young kids run around and play tag and swinging on the swingset. I just wish I was able to be like those kids, maybe my childhood would've been just a little more memorable.

Now I'm not saying I didn't have good memories, of course I did, it was just hard to really do much when you were sick with every disease known to man, and medicine isn't really that common. I was lucky enough to be able to walk down the street from time to time when I wasn't sick, but where most kids got to enjoy the beauty of life and play outside, I had to get shot after shot so I wouldn't die. I had it all: Mumps, Measles, Chicken Pox, Cowpox, Scarlet fever, hell I even had things like Heart palpitations and problems, high blood pressure, sinusitis, and a bunch of other things that a normal kid really shouldn't have to deal with. Basically, I was too sick to do anything. However, that didn't stop me from living my life, as weird as that sounds.

I miraculously, as all the doctors and anybody who knows me would say, against all odds survived and continued to live. After Ma died I think that's where things kind of took a turn for me. Before Bucky took me in I wanted to do something with my life while I struggled to stay there for a few more days scared out of my mind. I wanted to enlist in the army, do something good for my country rather than for myself. As you can probably tell, due to my stature and my medical records I was instantly rejected. I kept trying, however, but it was Bucky who told me I should stop. I didn't want to give up, but he told me that he wasn't telling me to give up, he was telling me to really enjoy life before I was willing to give it all up. So, I stopped enlisting and just enjoyed life. Had my heart broken a bunch of times, got into more fights, stood up for people, and eventually met my soulmate. All in all, pretty eventful I would say. It might not seem much to anybody else, but to me I think I'm doing good.