Chapter 1
Steve walked into his small apartment, or it seemed small after staying at Stark tower. But he was happy to be back in his own place, the only reason he stayed at the tower was to help out with a mission, one that was only supposed to take a couple of days but needed up being over two weeks. He had almost not sleep during this that time and was ready for his bed. Of course the couch didn't look to bad ether and it was closer. Steve dropped his keys on the counter and kicked off his shoes, walking over to the couch and fell on it. It was not long before he was asleep, he had been too tired to notice the window.
When Steve woke up he found he had a blanket covering him, did he grab that in his sleep because he didn't remember a blanket on the couch? They only spare blankets he had was at the foot of his bed. Steve sat up and looked around, nothing was out of place and no windows were open. Weird, he got up and to make some coffee, he had grown used to having the morning cup even though the super soldier serum stopped the caffeine from working as it did on normal people.
He didn't have to go to S.H.I.E.L.D. today, so Steve decided read up on the news and then to draw. Looking through his pictures he had in his sketch book he saw all his memories. Some nights he could not sleep and so he would stay up and sketch, because of this most of the pictures he done had to deal with his time in the war. There were some he did while he was with the avengers, but there was not that many of them. After finding out Bucky was alive Steve didn't sleep well. He was worried about his friend, a friend that had always been there for him. Steve knew what happened to Bucky was not his fault but he still could not stop blaming himself. If he had reached just two inches farther Bucky could have had a normal life. But instead he was torched and forced to act like a killing machine.
Steve had spent a lot of time looking for Bucky but learned that Hydra didn't even know where he was, that had to mean that Bucky had broken free and was hiding until he was ready to face the world again. Steve knew that if Bucky was hiding Steve would never find him, even with S.H.I.E.L.D and Stark helping him. Bucky always knew how to hide and would stay that way until he was ready.
Steve stood up and rubbed his eyes, he didn't get days off that often so he always took advantage of that few he got. He would take a shower and then maybe another nap. Even after seventy years of sleep, the last two weeks with maybe two hours a night took its toll on him.