Its Always Been You
Prompt; Steve has flashbacks of you and Bucky from before he went down and doesn’t know what it means..
Pairing(s); steve x reader , some Bucky x reader x Steve
Warning(s); angsty/fluffy - none
A/N; since I missed out dear stevies birthday :( and I sweaaaar I'm not all angst this is just–
He sat up from his bed in a cold sweat despite the heat of the Wakandan air enveloping him. No matter how much time went by he found himself falling back onto the same dreams, onto the memory of you. Even if he had Bucky back, Peggy, had formed a new life from the one he left behind. He couldn’t seem to leave you behind with everything else from the 40′s.
“Why can’t I forget you YNN” he grunted. He was still breathing heavy as flashes from his dream played over in his mind. You voice, Your screams, they all just still seemed to echo in his brain.
‘Stevie! Come on!’ He growled and shook his head, but the action never actually made them go away. Her voice was taunting, hypnotizing as he found himself falling into the memory again.
“Steve what do you think you’re doing?” Your voice was light as you looked at the skinny man suspiciously. He froze from where he was standing, never turning around to face you. Although he could see the angry face you supported from your reflection in the glass.
“I was just… I was just uh-” he stuttered, but coughed awkwardly when Bucky suddenly also appeared from behind you.
“You’re really gonna try and enroll into the army?… Again” his voice was teasing as he spun around to face his friends. His cheeks were a brilliant red as he balled his fist.
“Buck!” He hissed, but the man only began to laugh hysterical as you gave him a disappointed look. You punched Bucky in the arm to shut him up before turning to look at Steve again.
“You were gonna ditch us to enroll in the army?” you questioned, Steve awkwardly looked away, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Well, you see I-” you could only huff and stomp towards him, pinching his little arm until he squealed - a manly one of corse - and glared up at you. You returned the look, the both of you staring intently at each other until Bucky finally decided to intervene.
“Alright, Alright doll, Steve where are you gonna say your from this time? Kansas? Come on we can all go dancing tonight” Bucky laid a hand on your waist while pulling Steve close by the hand.
You sighed and pushed away Bucky’s arm to reach out and pull Steve to your body, wrapping him up in a hug. The hug was warm and held emotion as you squeezed him tight, holding in tears at the thought of Steve actually leaving you both to join the war.
“Its just, I love you so much Stevie, I’d hate to see you hurt.. ” you whispered. He would have sighed, held you back just as tight, wipe away your tears with a kiss but he didn’t. Something in him just clicked.
He didn’t shove you away, he just pulled away and refused to give you the furious glare he was sending at the poor wall.
“That doesn’t mean i should be sitting around while good men are lying down their lives for us” He hissed. You sighed softly, Bucky placing a gentle hand on your shoulder as a signal he would handle this from here on out.
“Just… don’t do anything stupid punk” Bucky teased again, knowing that neither he or you would get through to the man unless it was as moral support. That was all you two could give him until he realized it just wasn’t worth it.
“How could I? You’re taking all the stupid with you” he found himself saying almost as if instinctively. You smiled as the pair hugged and he forced himself to look over at you. His blue eyes softened when he saw the worry on your face before it was switched to one of complete and total support.
“Just be careful, Don’t need to bail you out again” you teased lightly again. He chuckled and pulled you in for a kiss this time. slow and sweet, just like him.
“Good Luck Stevie”
He forced himself to get up after that, tossing the covers aside and moving to the bathroom. The sun was just beginning to rise anyways, the soft orange glow filtering through the balcony windows as the jungle outside began to come to life.
He was just pulling on a shirt when Natasha, Wanda and Sam came bursting through his door, singing an off key version of Happy Birthday. He gave them a smile and laughed at the shield cake they presented him with.
“Happy Birthday Steven!” Nat shouted, scooping a bit of frosting and smearing it across his cheek. He chuckled and entertained them for a while before Wanda stepped forward, a shy almost embarrassed look on her face.
“I-I have a present for you, If its alright” she asked softly, so that Natasha and Sam wouldn’t hear over there arguing if Steve could still ‘do the do’ at just 99 years old.
“Thats perfectly okay Wanda” he smiled, but something deep down ached in him as the memory from earlier popped up, as with another one from his own birthday a near century ago.
“Rise and Shine Boys!” your voice filtered through his dream as you burst through the bedroom where both Steve and Bucky laid cuddled in bed. You wore one of Buck’s night shirts that posed as a dress on you, you were also holding a tray with breakfast on it.
Bucky groaned from Steve’s neck, tightening his grip around the smaller males waist. Steve chuckled and tried sitting up but Bucky just pulled him closer to his chest, peppering wet kisses all along his bare chest.
“She won’t bother us if she thinks your still sleeping” Bucky whispered, but yelped in pain when you kicked him from the side of the bed. That seemed to wake him up as he sat bolt right in bed, rubbing his side as you glared at him, a pout on your lip.
“Shut up Buck, I’m celebrating Stevies birthday weather you like it or not!” you told him sternly before returning with a bright smile. Bucky muttered under his breath while Steve laughed out, allowing you to feed him the strawberry you’d cut up for him.
“You gonna feed me too doll?” you rolled your eyes as you flicked the older male in the forehead.
“When its your birthday you’ll get more than just a feeding” you told him as sultry as you could, smirking when a wolfish grin curled at his lips. Steve rolled his eyes now, pushing Buck off the bed when he saw you were taking up all your attention.
“Go away Buck, its my turn” you giggled, leaning forward to press a long and warm kiss to his lips while Bucky huffed on the floor.
“Come on Steve! she gave you plenty of attention last night with that early birthday present” he waggled his eyebrows as you struggled to maintain a laugh while Steve threw a pillow at him to shut him up.
“So whats the surprise Wanda?” Steve asked after she’d led him to one of the empty conference rooms. She hesitated for a second before pulling out a worn red journal from within her sweater. At first he looked at her in confusion until she showed him just who exactly it belonged to.
“How’d you get this?” he hissed, snatching the journal from her a little harder than necessary. Wanda didn’t flinch or back away, she expected this from him as much.
“From a woman while I was being held captive by Hydra years ago…” she began, watching as he flipped through the worn and yellowed pages with tears in his eyes. All dating back to the time you’d all been together, when you were all happy.
“..She was held with James in a different, more secure part during our imprisonment, she was weak and-and dying.. I-I didn’t know who she was until we first met” her voice was weak, as if telling Steve would ruin the trust between them but she knew she had a duty to hold by you.
“Who was it? why did this woman have YN’s journal!” he snapped, as if finally after years of being plagued by your voice, he’d get answers.
“The woman.. was YN, Steve” he felt as if the wind had been punched out of him as he staggered back into one of the seats. Wanda reached out to help him but he held a hand up to stop her.
“What.. she never came up in any of Hydras reports, B-Buck would have helped her, he would’ve saved her, he would’ve told me!” he finally snapped, slamming the journal to the table as a sudden fury overcame him. This time Wanda did step away from him, holding a hand up in protection from his wrath.
“She told me to tell you she was alive, to give you that and that when she was ready to see you both again, you’d know”
The dreams, the memories, it all made sense now. He placed his hands on the wall to keep himself from breaking anything out of anger. He took deep breaths to calm down, while Wanda waited patiently for his next move.
“We have to get Bucky”
aaaand scene :) hope everyone had a wonderful 4th!