Authors Note: I doubt anyone really wants to stick around at this point, I mean at the quality and rate I'm going with this story, I wouldn't be surprised if you ran quick in the other direction.
Hope you don't hate me too much! (Reviews are always appreciated :P)
Steve understands brothers.
He's never really had an actual brother. But he's had Bucky, and Bucky was always enough. Was.
Yeah, Steve had lost allot. He had been born in a time where chivalry was respected. When a man could open a door for a woman and not be called sexist, when he can have a decent conversation with someone and not over text, when he can say good morning to people he doesn't know and not be a creep, when he can be with people who understood the way he thinks and the way he was brought up, when he had Bucky.
When Steve's father had gone to war and died there, Bucky had stayed. When Steve had not been able to come to birthdays and Christmas's with him because he was sick or taking care of his mother, Bucky had stayed. When Steve was relentlessly bullied and teased, Bucky had stayed. When Steve wanted to join the army but was rejected time and time again, Bucky had stayed. When Steve had been shaped into something he couldn't even recognise, Bucky had stayed.
And so, when Howard pulls his gun out from his holster and points it directly at Tony uttering the words "There only needs to be one Stark, what a pathetic waste of space" Jarvis had been the first to move. Jarvis jumped in front and all Steve did was stare in shock, his body refusing to move while his mind said move, move you idiot, move!
Jarvis had stayed.
Steve understands brothers.