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september 19th, 1943

𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙀𝙒 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙃𝙎 𝙎𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀 Bucky was shipped off, Aurora constantly got letters from her husband. Apparently, he was having fun with his now group called the Howling Commandos. Sending postcards from different parts of the world and what's been going on between them and the enemies.

And on the shocking news, Steve was recruited in the army and chosen to be apart of this experiment to become the next force to join in the war.

Later now know as Captain America; the greatest super solider. It was hard to believe that Aurora grew with the sickly and skinny boy that was now taller than her, she was unbelievably impressed.

On the brighter side, everything was calm on her side of the world. Aurora cleaned and cooked for herself, she even learned to pick up knitting and starting to bake more than ever.

Though every night when the house would get quiet, she'd turn on the radio and listen to the soft music that reminded her of Bucky. Aurora imagined them slowing moving across their living room as they danced, her head would lay on his chest and his hand across her hip with the other intertwined.

It was heartbreaking, every one she knew was gone off to their own things and Aurora was just there. Some days she couldn't even listen to the news scared of what they could say was going on in the war, scared of what could happen to her dear James.

It felt like some days her head was going to explode and driving herself crazy, even if she got the little sun from her daily walks.

Aurora got dressed to go to the supermarket to prepare for dinner, dressing up in a red blouse and heels.

Her heels clicked as she walked the few blocks to the store, strutting down the street. Aurora stocked up on most things she needed in her house, buying whatever was necessary.

As she finished, Aurora grabbed her bags and walked down the path to her home before the sun started to set.


The woman turned around to see a very tall, and stiffened Steve Rogers.

"Steve! Oh gosh, it really is you!" Aurora gasped and smiled, if she had free hands she'd go for a hug. "W-What are you doing here? Why are you in New York?" She asked.

The super solider shrugged, "got homesick and they let me come home for a bit."

Aurora was honestly shocked at the turn of her best friend, her jaw hitting the floor. "Well come on, I was gonna make dinner for myself but now that your here I won't have left overs!"

"That seems like an excellent plan," Steve smiled, helping with Rory's bags and walking along with her.

𝘼𝙐𝙍𝙊𝙍𝘼 𝙎𝙇𝙄𝘿 𝘼 𝙋𝙄𝙀𝘾𝙀 of meatloaf and potatoes on Steve's plate and fixing her own. She sat down and watched her best friend eat, still filled of happiness.

Steve, non the less, was like a brother to Aurora. Since she didn't have any siblings herself, her and Steve felt protective over each other. It had been months, and to see her friend turned into something that he'd been wanting his entire like was astounding.

"Are you going to eat or?" Steve broke Aurora's silence.

She waved him off, "yeah, I'm just so happy that you're here! I walk around town as see all the news about you but I don't say anything because Captain America is my best friend."

Steve smiled, seeing how good her friend was. "Yeah, it's not what I expected but what can you do?"

Aurora placed her chin in her palm, "what do you mean by that?"

"When I got this...this serum in me, I thought I was going to be head first into the battlefield. And now, now I'm just this dancing monkey in front of everyone." Steve said, making Aurora frown. Even looking at him now just makes herself feel bad for him, even the biggest shoes couldn't fill in his position.

Aurora placed her hand on top of Steve's, "like I always said; some days your just going to have to do it yourself instead of waiting on someone else to do it."

Steve chuckled, remembering all the keen advice from the girl. He'd could remember all the times she'd have to clean up his scraps and bruises from picking fights, and Aurora's advice after she'd yell at him for getting into trouble.

"How have you been since Buck? It must be hard all the time home alone," Steve asked.

Aurora rolled her eyes, "I'm practically going crazy, Steve. I mean, all I do is sit around and cook meals just to watch the world go by. I constantly think to myself on what James could even say if he saw me now, just a mess."

Steve smiled, he always liked how his only two best friends put each other first. It was obvious when they were all young that Bucky and Aurora were so head over heels between the two. And when Bucky asked Steve for help to buy a ring for her, it was truly the best thing to see his friends so happy.

"I'm sure he misses you too," Steve commented, "the two of you go crazy just without being together for a few seconds."

Aurora laughed, pulling her food apart and picking with it. She missed her husband's laugh, his smile and the piercing blue eyes that she loved. The right embrace she'd get every time Bucky would come home, or the kisses in her spot that drove her to the edge.

"I mean I try to get out of the house to make some sort of friends but I forget that you two are my only friends," Aurora grinned.

Steve nodded, "I understand, even with all this I still can't seem to talk up the courage."

And it that few hours of having dinner and chatting, Steve and Aurora laughed and talked about the old things that the three of them did and how crazy it all seemed that they were still here.

"I should get going, have to set up for the next few stops." Steve stops from the dinner table.

Aurora frowned knowing this would be the last time she saw her best friend—her family truly. Her arms reached from Steve's neck as they embraced in a hug, already taken in the different in height now.

"Don't ever feel to come back home to another meal, okay?" Aurora muffled into Steve's chest.

Steve chuckled, "I'll keep that in mind."

The two walked toward the front door where her friend gave another smile, "see you later, Rory."

"Bye now, Rogers."

And that was it, Steve walked through the front door and Aurora went back to swallow in her loneliness. How long was she going to take more of this?


we are just going have to pretend that steve came back to new york, okay?

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