Y/N (Blue) / Steve Rogers / Bucky AU

Chapter 1

Brooklyn 2018

"Stay here and wait for me to contact you" he demands I agree and he leaves the apartment.

I lay on my bed and look at all the boxes and furniture no idea what to do now.
This all happened so fast I'm actually not even sure what happened.
All I know is that I had to pack my stuff quickly and that I had to leave the facility ASAP no idea why.
He looked like he was panicking and I have never seen him like that before.
He was always so confident, scary and had the best pokerface I have ever seen.
This man was smart and always had a plan so this must be a part of his plan.

I wake up the next morning and surprisingly slept very good.
I get up, shower and dress myself.
I have been waiting the whole morning thinking he would call or show up and I don't know what to do.
I finish my tea and decide to start putting the furniture together I'm assuming that I will be living here.

A week has passed and I'm still waiting for him to call or show.
I finished setting up the whole apartment.
I really don't understand why I haven't heard anything from him.
Never was there a day he didn't contact me unless he said he was going to be out of reach for a while.

Yesterday I left the house because I couldn't have anymore take out.
It was my first trip to the supermarket ever.
luckily Clint told me in detail how all that worked so I knew exactly what to do and didn't seem akward.
Clint always liked to explain the basic stuff of living in a real house and it really helped with training sort of calming or something.

I hear a lot of commotion outside and I take a look out the window.
I see people panicking, cars running into each other and people turning to dust.
I freak out the screaming is getting to me and I keep checking my hands to see if I'm turning to dust myself.
I'm sitting on the floor and I zone out and it isn't until everything is dark that I come back to myself.
I tap my arms to check if I'm still alive.
I turn a light on and notice that it's really quiet outside.

It isn't until a couple of days later when someone puts a piece of paper under my door and I understand what has happened.
It's explained that half the population has turned to dust, but that we have to pickup and try to live our normal lives.
I have no idea what to do because I have no normal life I have always been a test subject.

Four years I spend as much time
Inside my apartment watching movies, enjoying music and only going outside if necessary.
I figured out a long time ago that he probably was dusted, there is no way he wouldn't have contacted me if he was still around.
After all this time I still follow his number one rule, No news not anything that would make me find out what is going on in the world.
I didn't expect that to this day after all this time of him being gone he still has so much power over me but an order is an order.
I did try to pick up a newspaper a couple of times but to afraid he would be standing behind me and look at me with that one judgy eye.
I finally get to a place where I feel kinda ready for outside activities and as I walk past my door I see a flyer on the floor.

The Brooklyn support group