This was the worst day of Steve's life. First, his boss for his new job, a clerk at the local grocery store, was a total ass to him and made him work all day, from 7 until 12, and he was just now getting home (the grocery store was quite a miles walk from his apartment.) Secondly, some jackass, who thought he was bigger and better than Steve (which he was, since he was stronger and more bulkier compared to Steve's skinny and unhealthy frame), tore up his notebook and threw his pencils and sketches into a puddle of water from the everlasting rain Brooklyn has had these past few days, completely ruining them and causing Steve to throw them away. And now, it was 3 in the morning, and someone was knocking, quite loudly and rather rudely, on his front door. Who the fuck would be knocking on his door at the 3 in the morning? What he didn't expect to see was his (supposedly) dead best friend, soaking wet from the rain and covered in blood, standing in the doorway with a grim expression on his face. "Bucky?" Yeah, this was definitely the worst day of Steve's life. Or, the fic where Steve never enlisted in the war and never got the serum, Bucky still becomes the Winter Soldier, and a lot of heartbreak, feelings, and angst is involved.