In the end nothing mattered. Not the phone calls, not the sleepy morning kisses, not the endless sleepless nights, not the hours put into his search, not the help his friends provived, none of mattered.
Nothing that was currently going on mattered, nothing in the past mattered, heck even the future probably didn't matter.
The rustling of leaves didn't quite reach his ears for they were occupied by one sound only.
"Steve.."
The heavy hand on his shoulder didn't quite feel real as the only thing his wanted to feel could no longer be real so why should anything else be?
It was a lie when he thought that 'nothing mattered'.
What mattered was the little flecks of ash beneath his hands and knees.
What mattered was the way his tears fell onto the ash.
What mattered was the pain in his chest from losing the thing he loved.
What mattered was how he didn't have time tell him those 3 little words that had been on the tip of his tounge for decades.
What mattered was how his heart felt like it was being ripped from his chest.
What mattered was how he couldn't even scream over what had happened.
No, he was wrong when he thought that nothing mattered.
What truly mattered was that Bucky was longer here.
What matteres was how he disintergrated before his eyes, his lovers name being the last words that tumbled out of those lips he longed to kiss.
But in the end the thing that mattered the most was avenging his almost lover, letting his dark side take full control and extracting revenge on the mad titan for making him loose Bucky for the 3rd time.
What mattered was how he was going to tear Thanos' heart out from his chest.
What mattered was how he was gonna torture him until he brought all of the people back.
However right now it didn't as what mattered at this very was that Steve Rogers was alone in the world.
Again.