Please don't blame me.

Part 23 - Acceptance.

Steve's pov:

"Dude! What are you doing?!" I ask a shirtless Bucky, rather harshly. I came over here to check on y/n, to see if she needed or wanted anything. Maybe get her out for a bit and instead I saw Bucky escorting a woman, whom I've never seen before, out of his bedroom. At the exact moment that y/n left her room for the first time in what seems like forever, before she quickly retreated back inside the safely of her own room.

He shrugs, carelessly as he ushers the woman away telling her the directions to the exit. I watch her walk away for a minute before turning my attention back to Bucky. Folding my arms as I look at his uncaring form.

This is who Bucky is without ever meeting y/n. And I don't like it, none of us do. He's completely different, he doesn't care about anything. He's so cold to y/n, it's like he's not just forgotten her. It's like he's been programmed to hate her on first sight. He didn't even give her a chance.

"Can't you see your hurting her? And we all have to stand around and watch! Your hurting us too!" I tell him sternly, like a father scolding his child, more than a friend giving a heart-to-heart.

He looks at me, I see a hint of guilt in his face but it's gone just as quickly as it appeared. "I'm trying to find myself! You tell me that I'm in love with her but, fuck, I can't even remember her! I do not know this girl, Steve!" He starts, shouting slightly. Clearly stressed. "So, I'm sorry if this is hurting you or her, but I need to find myself, and that's exactly what I'm doing!" He says before turning around and walking back into his room, slamming his door behind him.

Everyone has a thing for slamming doors at the minute!

Gonna cost poor Tony a fortune on doors.

I sigh, shaking my head as I walk away. I know full well now isn't a good time to check on y/n. She'd rather be left alone for now, and I respect that. I know her well enough to know when she needs space. I decide to go back and tell the others what just happened. It seems y/n won't be leaving her room for a while longer. It seemed like she was just starting to come out, make her appearance again. But, of course, that ended the second she saw Bucky leave his room with that girl.

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Y/n's pov:

Weeks pass by, Buckys been going out and coming back with random women.. like daily. Worse of all, I can hear it. I've started going for late night walks or staying in the living room so I don't have to listen to.. that.

Enough is enough.

I'm done moping around like a sad little girl who just got dumped. I'm done. I don't care anymore, why should I? I understand this is hard for him too but he's making no effort to remember. If he is, then this is a pretty piss poor way of doing it.

I head to the kitchen, everyone else is in bed by now. I grab a bottle of whiskey taking a big swig of it. Showing no reaction at all. I stare at the wall, trying to clear my mind as I wait for the alcohol to take effect.

"Want some company?" Someone asks me sitting beside me. I turn to look and see Loki. I shrug nonchalantly "why not?" He gives me a small smile. I offer him the bottle of whiskey he laughs a little and pulls out his own bottle of Asgardian liquor. "Show off" i mutter causing him to laugh a little. I let myself give a small smile as I continue drinking.

"I'm so leaving." I announce, sipping the bottle. "Leaving?" Loki turns to me, whipping his head around. "What? Where? You can't leave!" He tells me. "No idea. I'm gonna come up with a plan and somewhere to go. But I can't stay here. Not with Bucky like this. It's just not working." I tells him. Right now he can't convince me otherwise. He doesn't say else anything as we let the silence fall between us.

We drink in silence for a long while, the alcohol hitting us both a little. Neither of us show any signs of slowing down. "How about, a movie?" Loki asks me. I nod in agreement.

I set up the living room, grabbing blankets and pillows as Loki grabs snacks and more booze. Soon enough we're both meeting in the living room and getting comfortable on the couch. We decide on a horror movie.

As the movie progresses I find myself subconsciously moving closer to Loki, using him as my personal shield whenever a jump scare happens.

Somehow, without meaning to, we're snuggled on the couch next to each other. My face buried in his chest, hiding from the tv more often than not, causing him to chuckle at the way I act around jump scares.

Turns out, gore I can deal with. Jump scares? Not so much.

I've completely lost track of how much alcohol we've consumed. Loki, the idiot, let me have some of his Asgardian liquor. That hit my like a truck, he gave me more than Thor did. I'm not complaining though.

This feel great.

Both of us are far more drunk than we'd like to admit. He has his arm wrapped around me holding me close to him, I don't pull back. If anything, I lean into him. Finding comfort in his presence.

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The movie ended quicker than anticipated, I have no idea what happened at the end. I haven't really been watching it.

I suppose it makes sense since the credits are rolling and I'm sat straddling Lokis lap.. kissing him. We have been like this for the last 20 minutes.

Soon enough, Loki is switching off the tv and picking me up. He walks.. well stumbles.. to his room, still holding me as we bump into walls giggling and kissing on the the way.

We get to Loki's room and our clothes are long gone, discarded somewhere on his floor.

What a night.