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*Request for Ayeokye06* Steve Rogers

Buck blamed himself constantly for not working up the courage to see Rebecca sooner and he still does. Every now and then along with the nightmares of him as the Winter Soldier, I'll sometimes hear him say Becca's name and sob out frantic and repeated apologies.

"Thank you Buck." A slight smile came across his face and he said as he came up and clamped his hand to my shoulder, much like he did so long ago and said.

"I'm with you till the end of the line pal."

*My POV*

I was on my bed reading my favorite Batman comic book when I heard the sounds of the younger children (those that weren't as sick or having a good day) running outside the hallway. I set the comic down and I picked up my phone to text my nurse asking her what was going on.

The bubbles came up and the text read:

ALL THE AVENGERS HAVE COME TO DO A PHOTOSHOOT FOR YOU KIDS.

My eyes narrowed and I just set my phone back on the bed and went back to reading my comic. Charity work, not like them showing up is gonna cure all of us of our sicknesses and cancers. All this is is just a publicity stunt, all the rich people and heroes do this type of crap (that's why I don't read Superman, he too much of a goody-goody).

A knock came at my door and I looked up to see my personal nurse Claire at the door. She was a nice woman who could easily take my sass and throw it back at my face. In the past since I've been here, I've made practically every nurse either cry or quit because they couldn't handle me but Claire could. According to her I'm not the only stubborn, brooding patient she's had in the past.

"I'm not going."

"I know you're not." I raised my brow at her.

"Then why are you here? Just to tell me that?"

"That and to tell you you've got a private guest." She turned around and that's when slowly he came in. His perfect hair, his perfect blue eyes and strong muscles. Not even wearing the Captain America uniform, just a normal white t-shirt and some jeans and in his hand a bouquet of daffodils.

"Why are you here?"

"Like I said, the Avengers were here to begin with. It was then Captain Rogers—"

"Uhh you can just call me Steve, ma'am." He politely interrupted. Claire softly smiled at the corner of her mouth and continued.

"Steve Rogers asked for a private sitting with you. Given the—"

"Yeah I know. At this point I can't even walk no need to sugarcoat it." I snapped at her. Claire grimaced and patted his shoulder before muttering.

"Good luck." Then she left us alone. I crossed my arms over my chest and snapped.

"Conscience finally cleared up? Or did your balls finally drop allowing you to finally own up and be a man for once?"

"You know how I feel about that kind of lang—"

"Oh don't try to be a father to me now. You refused to reach out to me the second you found out about me. And even throughout my stay in the hospital did I receive one visit from you? No. Did you send me a stuffed animal or balloons? No. Not even a cheap, or easily hand-made get well card? No! So don't you dare come waltzing in here to tell me that—"

I suddenly lurched forward and began coughing up blood. Hard and choked up coughs came out of me as Steve quickly came over to me to rub my back but I scooted away from him and rode out the harsh coughs until I was able to finally relax.

"Damnit. Now Claire's gonna have to get me new sheets, again."

"This happens a lot?" he asked me.

"Not that it's any of your concern, but this is what happens when your organs start to shut down. Or when I get too stressed out or angry. And you being here is only making me worse." He sighed deeply.