A/N:
Yo!
So the word for this chapter has been suggested by my favourite person, namely my best friend.
Originally I was gonna make it super angsty and stuff but I couldn't resist make it fluffy.
Please note that this chapter is based before The Winter Soldier and Steve doesn't know that Bucky is alive.
I hope you enjoy reading this.
Disclaimer:
I don't own anything but the storyline.
B for Bereavement:
Bucky.
One name was all it took to make the Super Soldier weak. It was almost hilarious. But then again, it wasn't. He was one person who had believed in Steve when he was just Steve. When no one bothered to give a second glance, Bucky had offered friendship, loyalty. Why? Well he'd never know but Steve was undoubtedly grateful for it. With no family, Steve had no one to turn to except for Bucky. And whenever Steve had turned, Bucky had been there. Every damn time. And then Steve went and pretended to be some kind of hero and caused his best friend's death. He was such an idiot. Honestly, who the hell did he think he was? Had he been thoughtful, had he planned better, Bucky would've lived a comfortable long life which he deserved. But no, Captain America had to ruin it. Oh how much he wished he could change it all, reverse time and fix it all. But he couldn't. A large sigh escaped from Steve as he thought of Bucky.
"Cap?" Natasha's voice brought him back to reality. He looked down at the woman. Her head was tilted a little, towards the left. One of her hands softly held on to Steve's bicep while the other hung beside her hip. As per usual, she was in well fitted black gear. Her clothes truly bothered him. They were snug at every curve, be it her hips or her waist or her chest or her-, well you get the idea. When she walked, it was with an unmistakable aura of authority and control, of power, and it left him unbalanced because God knows there isn't anything sexier than a confident and independent woman but combined with that outfit? Sweet Jesus! If someone were to hear his thoughts he sure as hell wouldn't be considered a gentleman.
Steve also knew that if she had this kind of effect on him, then she definitely had a much stronger one on most of the men in their compound. And it infuriated him, so much so that he'd have to, ever so often, resist the urge to grab a bed sheet and wrap it around her so that various eyes would stop lingering on her body. But maybe that wouldn't do the trick either because she was just so damn charismatic and she'd be able to turn heads even in a potato outfit. He really had found himself a troublesome one.
"Steve?" yet again he's pulled out of his thoughts by her. Now there's worry lining her face. "Is everything okay?" she asks with utmost sincerity.
"Yeah. Sorry. Just thinking" he replies hastily. Lying, quite obviously, wasn't Captain's strong suit.
"Yeah? And what were you thinking about?"
'You' he's tempted to answer but he forces himself not to. "Nothing in particular" is what he settles for.
"Oh really? So 'nothing in particular' has got you so engrossed that it took me a good minute or two to grab your attention?" There's anger in her voice and he knows exactly why. She hates being lied to, if you don't want to tell her then tell her that but don't lie to her. But he possibly couldn't tell her that his thoughts had taken a lovely trip to jealousy land.
So he sticks to his previous reply. "Yes. Nothing in particular"
Now he sees concern was over her anger. "Are you sure Steve? You don't have to tell me but I'd really like to help you. When I originally saw you, you were wearing a really painful expression" she says, her voice soft.
And then it hits him. He had been thinking about Bucky before she had arrived. He had completely forgotten about that. How peculiar? She had been able to occupy the entirety of his mind without even saying anything. She had been able replace all of the painful memories with no effort. How truly peculiar. It was as if she could rid him of his bereavement. A large smile broke out on Steve's face. He took her hands in his, placed a kiss on each before confessing "You help me more than you'll ever know".
A/N:
Next letter is 'c'. I look forward to some great suggestions.
Thank you for reading.