A small one shot (no surprise) I wrote for a class. The exercise was to write about marginalized characters and I thought of Stucky in this AU modern but also early twentieth first century world? Idk, either way, hope you like it & thank you for reading!
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''It's not fair'', he thought as he sat there on the ground. Fall was just around the corner. Leaves fell around him, some trees stood naked as the wind blew in. The cold slowly kicking in but he didn't feel it. How could he? He knew the cold, Bucky had lived long winters in Russia so he no longer feared the cold. Now it just brought him painful memories. ''It wasn't supposed to end this way'', he thought then.
From the moment he sat down he wasn't able to look away. So he stared, he stared at the gray gravestone. The written letters that spelled out his best friend's name mocked him. The date mocked him, it yelled at him ''it should've been you''.
''I got your favorite'', he whispered as he took out his favorite thing in the whole world. Well, second favorite thing since his first was lying dead 20 feet underground. Hot dogs, the best hot dogs you'll find in Brooklyn. No one made them like the cart that stood near the end of the bridge. Ever since they were kids, he and Steve would always go and try to eat as many as they could. ''Boys will be boys'', his mother would always tell them. Now as he sat there at the cemetery, alone, he took a bite.
''It's not fair'', he repeated as he slowly chewed and swallowed. He remembered how after eating, they would run back home and whoever got there first was the winner. Always a competition and Steve always win. Bucky would always let him win. You should've seen the way his eyes light up when he won or the huge smile on his face or cute laugh that ended with him yelling'' I win!'' and more laughter.
Bucky would never forget that dreadful summer day. He and Steve held hands as they walked out of the movie theater. Steve telling him how they seriously needed to stop making movies about people with car races that never seemed to end. And then the yelling started. A group of men stood near the theater screaming the kind of things all the homophobes dreamed of saying out loud. Bucky opted to keep quiet and keep walking but Steve could never let it go. He said something about respect and how I'm human just like you when they grabbed him and then the beating started. They took them both, there were too many and Bucky couldn't save him. He tried, he really did. My dear Steve, my best friend, love of my life, it should've been me, he cried loudly.