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"Oh, fuck. Fuckity fuck" My head is pounding and my mouth tastes like ash. How much did I drink last night? I know I tried to drown my sorrows a bit at Steve's accusation but it couldn't have been that much. I do remember Nat handing me some shocking pink drink and the night is a blur after that. I needed a shower, coffee and eggs. All in that order.

With a painful groan, I managed to roll out of bed. At least I had taken my dress off before sleeping. When I look in the mirror though. "Good god" My mascara is under my eyes and my hair looks frazzled. Shower, definitely a shower first. Mom has an awesome shower, it was a massaging power head with extra nozzles in the wall. She had it put in when she got sick, it made it easier for her to clean up without help.

"How are you feeling sweetie?" Mom calls from her room. I popped my head round the door with a grimace, pain shooting through my head.

"Like I was run over" She chuckles when I flop on her bed, her hand combing through my wild hair.

"Sounds like a good night" She helps me roll over with a smile.

"It was. Until Steve accused me of trying to start something with Bucky" Mom frowns, she hated to see her kids fighting.

"Why would he do that?" Her frown deepens and she sits up.

"Because Bucky started talking to me. Said he missed me and Steve stormed over and said that I shouldn't start anything when they all know I'm just gonna leave again" That had hurt, more than I would care to admit.

Steve had been pissed when I left and not just because it was Bucky I had left behind. He was my twin and there was always a bond between us, or there had been until he found Bucky. Then I was put on the back burner. I hadn't been angry about it though. He was a boy and he needed his own friends. But that courtesy was never given to me. He had an expectation that I be at his beck and call when he needed me. Anything from picking him up from parties to running to the store for him. I had watched him flourish and become someone important at school along with Bucky. They had lots of girlfriends and were followed around because they were on the football team. And I watched it all with pride.

But Steve never let me shine. Not on my own at least. Every one of my accomplishments was a twin thing to him. His pride in me only went so far as long as he was a part of it. The only thing he never wanted to be a part of was my photography. It's probably why I fell into it so much. It was my own thing finally, a piece of solace in my shared world.

And I never resented him for it. Not until he and my father started trying to control my life. When Bucky realised he was into me, Steve had been so happy. His two worlds had come together. My father as well, big Steven Rogers saw a future that had me staying put with his two boys to guide me.

I had never needed that from them. I didn't want men telling me what I could and couldn't do with my life. And the day my father pushed Bucky to propose had ended it all. For them. For me, it was a new beginning. And I took that chance with both hands and held on for dear life.

Leaving the love of my life and my twin brother behind.

"Ignore him, sweetie. Steve's head is up his ass, just like your dad. He takes too much after him, unfortunately. But you, you got your head and heart from me" She grins and strokes my cheek.

"Now go clean up. You smell like an old bar" She laughs heartily when I scrunch up my nose at her.

With a poke, she sends me on my way to the bathroom. I'm in my head, trying to remember last night when I opened the bathroom door. Steam wafts around me and I frown. Bucky stands and gapes at me. His mouth opens and closes, I blink a few times before his words hit me.