i just got you back

15 | 𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛

Warning: very cringy and cliché shit. I'm not even gonna bother editing. Writers block had me. Sorry

ps. You'll probably know where this chapter was inspired from.

Bucky couldn't seem to get himself off the bed.

And if he'd been brutally honest, his room is one heck of a mess.

Papers crumbled and wasted onto the floor, some clothes hanging around, misplaced stuff, and his bed is terribly unmade.

All he could manage to do is to lay down on his soft pillow stained with painful, salty tears that escaped his eyes from a recent mental breakdown.

Of course, he locked the door as to indicate that Steve is no longer welcome in his small, private space.

His biggest fear had come. He was so afraid that if he told Steve how much he loves him, he would end up getting his heart broken. And now it's happened.

Steve had tried to knock gently on his door, begging Barnes to let him in, but to no prevail. He wanted to talk to him badly, he wish he could. And seeing that Bucky isn't responding anyway, he decides to follow Sam's advice.

He decides to give him space.

"I'm sorry to hear that, man," Sam sighs on the phone call. "Barnes is just too sensitive when it comes to you, you know that, Steve."

"I know," Steve spoke with his slightly hoarse voice, wiping another tear that fell down his cheek. "I messed everything up."

"What did he say?"

"That I only love him b-because I p-pity him." Steve began to stutter once again as he starts to tear up for the millionth time. He had been in his comfort position at the couch, hugging a small pillow. "And he told me to never talk to him ever again."

"I'm sure he didn't mean that," Sam reassures the man, to no response. "Look, it sounds like he's pretty overwhelmed about everything. Like I said, he's very sensitive when it comes to you. All I can say is, give him space. Let him have some time alone and let things calm down for him. Then you guys can talk. Sound good?"

"Maybe," Steve sniffs.

"Steve..." Sam warned.

"Okay, fine, I'll give him space," Steve sighs in defeat. He really wanted to talk things with Bucky and sort it out. Maybe Sam is right. "If that's what I have to do."

"Good," Sam replied. "Let me know what happens, and if you need anything else or someone to talk to, just know that I'm here."

"Thank you, Sam. I mean it," and the soft beeping of the phone concludes their call. Steve sighs softly as he places back his phone on the coffee table. He didn't find the energy to go to his bedroom, so he sleeps the night away on the couch.

Cliché, but roll with it.

Without Bucky, Steve had nothing better to do. He could go outside to get a drink or buy food to satisfy him, but that would mean Bucky would be left alone inside, which made him guilty and worried at the same time. Bucky could do a lot of bad things while he's away—

No. Steve shook off the thought of Bucky cutting himself. My Bucky would never do that. He could never. He's a strong man; he could take care of himself.

After contemplating on things, Steve decided that a nice little stroll outside wouldn't really hurt so bad.

Usually, when he hangs out outside, Natasha would accompany him, teaching him new things that he hadn't experienced when he was younger, before the ice...

No, Steve dismisses the painful thought of the Black Widow. She's in a happy place now. She gave her life for all of us. She made her choice.

The tall blond slips a casual jacket on, puts a cap and a pair of shades to hide himself from the public, grabs a wallet and his keys, and heads outside.

Surprisingly, Steve didn't find many people crowding the streets. He would only encounter a few number of vehicles speeding their way on the road, but that's just about it. There wasn't a huge crowd; there were only small groups of people hanging around.

Surprisingly, it was quiet uptown.

The fresh Brooklyn breeze cools him down, making his insides happy, earning goosebumps. All of a sudden, he missed going outside.

He's suddenly taken back to when he was just a young sixteen-year-old boy enjoying the sights of his hometown with his best friend, Bucky.

Oh Buck, Steve's thoughts wander back to his loved one as he walks slowly on the sidewalk, taking in all the sight. Bucky...you would like it uptown.

He couldn't just explain how much he loves him. It's just...unimaginable.

As he wanders slowly onto the streets of his hometown, Steve wondered about how he would make up to his best friend, and how he would apologize for everything that happened.

Just as he was doing that, he encounters a small flower shop, the scent reaching his senses. An idea pops onto his head.

It may or may not turn out as romantic as he would expect. But Steve hopes for the best.