The soldiers. Steve Rogers/Captain America x reader

Date night

You went into your room, carefully laying Steve's sweatshirt on the bed. You turned the tap on and put the sweatshirt to soak in the cold water.

Approximately two more hours until the date and the agents were on a wild goose chase. You sighed, trying to exhale the tension out of your body. It was starting to be too much. To much to handle, to hard to cope. You closed your eyes and waved the thought aside. You went to the closet again. The dress you had seen earlier was flawless. It was incredible.

"You can have it if it fits you." You twirled around so fast you startled Bucky. He took a step back but smiled.

"You sure?" You asked

"Yeah. I mean what was I going to do with a dress?" You laughed. He joined in but his laugh seemed forced those you do when you don't want the other to feel awkward about laughing alone.

"So it's your house."

"It belonged to a man I... persuaded." Bucky said as he bit his lip.

"I get it. It wasn't your fault. They wiped your memory. You have nothing to regret. If Anything, I should be the one SHIELD is after."

Bucky's brow furrowed. You just sat on the bed and patted to the side next to you.

"Steve didn't tell you did he?" You asked. "That's why you aren't trusting me. In all honesty, you have a reason not to."

Bucky sat next to you, not looking at you. In a way he was admitting his doubt in you and weather you were good for Steve or not. Bucky was looking straight ahead, a clear sign that he didn't want to cross your gaze. You exhaled not very glad that your host wasn't trusting you. But who were you to blame him? He'd been through so much. And you were the most trustworthy person out there.

"I'm a war hero, I guess."

"What war?"

You chuckled and answered almost as though it was a question: "The hundred year war between England and France?"

Bucky spit out:"What?" He looked at you like you were crazy. You (did your nervous tic) and answered: "yeah. I'm older than you and Steve combined. I'm around 900 years old."

"they even had genetic mutations in the Middle ages?" Bucky asked and averted his gaze.

"NO." You said quickly, rather too quickly. You sighed and answered while staring at Steve's temple because he still wouldn't look at you.

"I was found in France. They, or Steve brought me back to life. They brought back a murderer to life. So Yeah, I'm doing my best to not kill anybody. See your not so bad. At least you killed them while you thought that what you did was wrong. But me, well, I know it was wrong and I deprived the world of great minds and great souls. So, yeah, I get it if you don't trust me."

There was a long pause. Bucky didn't flinch. You wiped away tears that had been forming into your eyes. The silence was so, well, silent you could hear the wind gently hitting your window.

After what seemed like ages Bucky's small but deep voice was heard.

"It's just I feel like I need to protect Steve. That's ridiculous but I still see him as the little boy who would put paper in his shoes to look taller. I guess I need to learn how to trust people again."

"Trust needs to be earned. You earned mine by fighting by my side and defending Steve and I understand what's it's like to feel like a monster inside."

You smiled weakly and squeezed his hand tight before getting up to leave. Bucky caught your arm, the cold metal wrapping around your arm in the same way a winter breeze would.