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~Y/N's POV~
I hugged Steve tightly knowing once he came back, things would be different, "Take care of both of them for me" he tells me pulling away, I nod at him trying to put on a smile on my face, "You know I always look after those children" I tell him, "Thanks Steve, for everything" Steve then gives me a small kiss on the cheek and smiles, "You don't need to thank me" he says walking away and getting on the machine ready to travel back,
Once he leaves and Bruce starts counting back for him to appear I take a deep breath and start looking around for him, Sam and Bruce start to panic once his time to arrive runs out but after looking around a spot someone sitting on a bench, that silhouette looking too familiar for my liking, Bucky walks up to me and I look at him, "There he is" I tell him and he nods, both of our emotions blank,
"You know what to do," I tell him walking away, "Where are you going?" he asks me sounding a bit worried, "I need some time," I tell him walking away from the place and saying goodbye to the Avengers.
Steve consulted with me about his decision to leave and be with Peggy before doing it, but if I had actually told him how I felt it would have been selfish of me to do so, I know how much Steve loved Peggy, she was a wonderful woman, but a part of me will never forget him for leaving Bucky and I behind, especially Bucky, because I know he will have a hard time,
I will as well, after all even through all my years of saying goodbye to friends I believed it would be a long while until I had to say goodbye to Steve, which changed because now he lived his life like he always wanted to, and that will always change everything,
I own him a lot, that's why I didn't actually tell him how I felt, he helped me and gave me a sense of family when I was all alone, and for that, I will be forever grateful to him, but now what, Tony is dead, so It's Nat, and soon Steve will join them,
So what's the point now, I know he told me to take care of Bucky and Sam, which I will do, but they still have a life, and I can't depend my whole existence on being a babysitter to those two, especially because I know I will be struggling with my emotional health after this.
~~~~1 week later~~~~
"Y/N! You need to come out of there eventually!" I hear Sam shout from outside my door, he has been coming to my room and been a pain in the ass for the past 7 days, all because I won't come out of my room,
"I don't see a point in going out! Let me just cry here!" I shout back at him hiding in the covers once again and turning the volume on my headphones higher, my sad playlist playing, "Y/N you need to talk to him eventually!" Sam shouts again banging on the door,
"Actually I might just not because maybe I will be gone out of existence by that time!" I scream at this point, I wait for Sam to shout at me again but he doesn't, so I push my cover off me and go grab some tissues, but then the door is harshly pushed open hitting the wall and Sam comes in,
"Come on Sam!" I tell him turning around and jumping on the bed, Sam closes the door and then takes a seat next to me, "Y/N, I know it's hard for you, but you need to talk to him" he says looking at me worried and I take out my headphones rolling my eyes,
"I don't want to, why, because the possibility of me accidentally snapping at him is very high, and I don't want to hurt him" I explain to Sam, "I know, but we don't know how much time he has left, and once he's gone you are going to beat yourself up for not talking to him"
"I know. I'll go visit him today then, how does that sound?" I ask him standing up and walking over to my closet, "Good, I'll drive you there", "How's Bucky?" I ask Sam looking for some comfortable clothes, "I'm not sure, he left in a rush as well, he's probably doing just as bad as you are"
"Wow, thanks Sam that's really reassuring," I tell him sarcastically and he just chuckles walking to the door, "I'm just being honest, try not to take too long," he says shutting the door, I roll my eyes and once I found some simple trousers and a shirt to wear I leave them on my bed and head to the shower.
"Took you long enough," Sam says as I walk outside and get in his car, "Hey I'm going out that's already a lot of effort," I tell him taking a sit on the front seat and closing the door, "Let's go then before I have another breakdown" Sam laughs and starts the car driving away,
After 30 minutes we arrived at this old-style house, of course Steve lives here that old man never lost his love for the '40s, Sam nudged to the house, "He's waiting for you" he says and I open the door, "You are not coming?" I ask him and he shakes his head,
Once I'm outside of the house I take a couple of deep breaths and the knock on the door, it is then opened and I'm met by an old looking Steve, my eyes open wide and I look at him surprised, "Y/N, I'm glad you came, please come in" he says opening the door fully,
I step in and see his house is organized very nicely, pictures all around the room, but I try to block them, he takes a sit on his sofa and I sit in front of him, "So how have you been?" he asks me, I just stare at him not knowing what to say or how to respond, all my words lost,
"I, um, I have been fine" I manage to blurt out. Speaking to him seems very unfamiliar, and it doesn't feel like it always has, instead, I'm consumed by the feeling of loss and unknown, because speaking with Steve now just feels like speaking to a stranger,
"I'm glad you have been well", "Glad you are doing good as well, sorry I didn't come sooner, I needed some time after everything that happened" I explain to him apologetically, Sam has been trying to see him ever since I walked away that day after he traveled,
"It's alright," he says, we stay quiet for a while, the atmosphere very awkward, "So I'm guessing you don't wanna tell me about it," I tell him looking down at his hand to see a ring on his left hand, "Not really no", "That's understandable"
"You know, I'll probably leave soon-" Steve starts saying but I stop him, "Don't, we are not going to talk about that," I tell him and he gives me a soft smile, "Y/N, we do though, especially because I know you and I know it will have a big effect on you", "Well, of course, it will have a big effect on me, Steve, because after you leave it won't be the same," I say, my tone getting louder,
"I never wanted to upset you" he explained going to take my hand, "I know you didn't, but I am. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy you were able to live your life, but, I just wished Bucky and I had been part of it" I reply, moving my hand away
"I know, I'm sorry", "Steve, you don't need to be sorry, we are happy for you, we are happy you finally had your dance with Peggy," I tell him and then stand up, "We should go eat next week, I'll come here to pick you up, old man"
"I will be waiting here," he says I give him a small smile and open the door walking out, "How did it go?" Sam asks me once I get in the car, "It was okay, I'll see him next week"
Hey there guys!! Here's the first chapter of this new fanfiction!! I hope you guys liked this introduction to the story!! I honestly love Torres so much he's a Hispanic icon and deserves all the love and appreciation in the world!!
Lots of love, Author.
We better see more of Joaquin in the next episode because he needs more screen time!! Also, I made a playlist for Torres so you guys should check it out!! I'll leave the link here!!
Link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2D0UXIA3e1xK33M6AJJAqH?si=z2udRZkHSkG-fYfBJKA4iw