You laid on the bed in your makeshift room at the Rodger's home, staring at the ceiling as tears streaked down the sides of your face. No matter how much you tried to stop, the tears wouldn't stop flowing, and at first they had been angry tears, but now seemed to be your bodies way of trying to destress. It wasn't exactly working, though, because with each new wave of tears came the feeling of utter helplessness. Why didn't you just admit your feelings for Bucky before? You thought, wondering if all this time you had been living relatively carefree as Bucky has been tormented every day, and cursing the ground you stood on. You took a deep breath as the current wave of tears stopped for a bit and turned on your side, away from the door. You wanted desperately to go back, and tell yourself to just do it, when the words your best friend told you came flooding back to your mind.

"You can't just drop for the first guy that says he fancies you," she said, "Y/N, there are going to be plenty of guys, and it will be easier to choose from who you want once the boys come back from the war. You can't even be sure if James is going to come back."

You cried harder at the thought, Why did I listen to you?! You screamed in your mind. Why did I trust you?

You continues to sob into the pillow when the door creaked open, causing you to jump a bit and look over your shoulder at Steve, who, awkwardly, had come in with two plates of chocolate cake, Bucky's favorite.

You sighed and sat up at the edge of the bed, wiping away tears and snot on the back of your sweater. Steve came and sat next to you, handing you one of the plates.

You sniffled a little bit before saying, "Thanks, Stevie."

You weren't looking at him, but you knew he wore a comforting smile, concern etched in every crevice of his handsome face.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, about, y'know," he shifted nervously, setting his plate on the floor. "But you shouldn't be alone right now."

He put his now free hand on the small of your back, so you could feel the heat and you couldn't help but lean into his hand and suddenly you found yourself practically in his lap, looking into his eyes.

Steve's voice was breathy, "I couldn't stop thinking about you," he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against yours, "Every day, you were all I could think of."

His strong hands pulled you down into him, and you felt his rock hard member against your warm heat. Before you knew it, you were kissing each other, taking short breaks to catch your breath. His hands traveled down your back and to your ass, pulling you closer. He leaned back so that you were on top of him, and rolled over so that he pinned you to the bed.

"Show me what you want," Steve's voice caught you off guard, because during that whole time you had been imagining that the lips on the other side of yours was Bucky's.

You swallowed and caught your breath back, running one hand down Steve's chest you looked down at his bulge and bit your lip.

His eyes met yours and he smirked, tearing off your clothes in between hard kisses and neck biting. He rubbed tiny circles all the way to your hot center, reminding you about when Bucky had been rubbing circles on your hips not three hours earlier. You could feel a knot form in your throat but you swallowed it and rubbed the tears starting in your eyes.

You gasped as Steve reached your clit and began adding more pressure to his motion. You heard him chuckle before moving his lips down to kiss just below your belly button and around your clit. You moaned for more, tilting your head back and arching your back. Holding your legs down, he began to make broad strokes with his tongue between your folds, and you were dripping in seconds.

But you must have been moaning something other than "Steve" because suddenly he stopped and looked up at you, a bit of hurt in his eyes.

"W-why'd you stop?"

Then suddenly the bedroom door slammed shut and you were all alone on your bed again.

You went into the bathroom to clean yourself up and decided to just take a shower, since you were already naked. As you stood there, letting the hot water pour over you, you were trying to remember what you said that would have made Steve angry. Then it dawned on you, you had been imagining that it was Bucky the whole time, and must have moaned his name instead. You cursed under your breath, you just ruined two boys worlds in one go.

As you were stepping out of the water there was a knock on the door, "Just a minute," you said, trying to be quiet so you wouldn't wake up anyone.

You wrapped a towel around yourself and another one around your hair before opening the door. Steve was standing there, and you shifted on your feet, looking down at the ground.

"I'm sorry," he stated, "You were upset, I shouldn't have gotten so upset. I know you didn't do it on purpose." He ducked his head down a bit, almost looking like the skinny kid from Brooklyn you grew up with.

You looked up at him and smiled weakly, he took you by the hand, and pulled you into him.

"I love you," he whispered.

You were too numb to respond, but it didn't matter because Steve leaned his face down and kissed you, and you could feel the hunger behind his lips, and feel how much he wanted you. You couldn't help the moan that moved past your lips into his mouth, and in return he pulled you closer.

He pulled away, "I'll see you tomorrow, love."

He turned to go to his room down the hall, to see Bucky in the doorway of his room, and look ready to murder Steve. He closed the door and you could hear that he was trashing it. Steve just walked to his own room and closed the door.

Your mind raced as you tried to fall asleep, you heard the church bells down the street chime 1, and you knew if you didn't fall asleep soon, you wouldn't be able to go ice skating with the boys and Peggy tomorrow. But you felt numb. The events of the night still replaying in your mind.

You sighed and turned onto your other side, then flipped the pillow around to get the cool side again. You must have fallen asleep because suddenly you were woken with the morning sun coming in and shouting from downstairs.

Shouting? You thought, Who would be shouting?

You groggily got up, not caring that you were in your nickers, and made your way to the ground floor, where you saw Bucky in Steve's face, and him trying to not let Bucky get so angry he started punching him.

It took you a moment before you realized Bucky was yelling about you.

"Why the hell would you do that?! You know I love her, Steve!"

Steve's voice was dripping with cold, "You just said yourself to me yesterday that you were done with her, and that she couldn't be trusted."

Steve's eyes landed on you for a second before flicking back to Bucky, who had his back to you.

"You could at least give it a few days!"

"Well, I don't have a few days," and with that, Steve turned around and pulled out a chair, gesturing for you to come sit.

That was when Bucky spun around and saw you, making a murderous strut towards you. Your first reaction was to back up, but after only a few steps, you were against the wall. Bucky stuck his face into yours and looked over your face, like he had the day before, but when he spoke, it was in a much softer tone, "Tell me you don't love him."

You stammered out the words, barely audible, "I don't love Steve."

Bucky's breath was warm on your lips as he reached to cup our face.

"You still have to prove that to me."

And for the second time, Bucky disappeared, even though Steve was still there, it felt as if you were all alone.