Steve rogers x y/n

Chapter 9- adjusting

Y/n's POV
As they walked us inside, Steve sat me down on a comfortable red velvet couch and James on the one across from me. He walked to the kitchen in eyes view. Everyone else sat down in the other room.

"Y/n please can I just-"

I interrupted him, not wanting to hear the excuse he had. My whole life could've been different maybe, if he told me.

Steve came back with two mugs, "here's some coffee."

I looked at him confused.
"Um, what's coffee?"

He placed the warm mug into my hands. I looked down at the Carmel colored drink skeptical.

"Not to be rude but you've never had coffee?"
Steve sat down in the armchair next to me.
Before I could answer James spoke up,

"We've been in a hydra base our whole lives, no we've never had coffee"

I nodded in agreement, as I sipped on the drink. It was nothing like I had ever tasted. I'd just had water and sometimes alcohol on days Karpov was gone.
But this was different, sweet, but also bitter, but amazing.

"It's good." I glanced at Steve, his eyes never leaving James.

"Are you ok?" I asked him, still not looking away.

"You look like someone I knew, but I can't place it."
He almost whispered, trying to think.

"Oh" James muttered as he removed his mask.

The look on Steve's face turned from confused, to utterly shocked.

"Bucky?!"

James looked up, puzzled but like he knew what he was talking about.

"Who's Bucky?" I ask, completely cut out of whatever just happened.

" I knew it! I knew you weren't dead!!" Steve goes to hug him but before he can James steps back.

"I- I don't know who that is, I hardly knew my name was James until 2 months ago."  He jumped up, yelling.

Steve stepped back, almost in a panic.

"I-I have to go" he whispered as he ran out of the room.

James sat back down as I finished my drink, placing it on the table in front of me.

A long silence grew as I never looked at James. I didn't want to speak to him, let alone look at him.
The woman from earlier walked in, she looked as if she was trying to conjure the words to talk to me,

"Hi." She spoke softly, looking at me.

"Hi, Uh, I'm sorry for earlier." I lifted my head, looking at her.

She smiled, sitting down lightly next to me.

"It's alright. You really don't remember us?"
She asked with a tinge of hope in her eyes.

"No I don't. I don't remember anything before age eleven. It's all blank."

She took my hands in hers, making you tense slightly.