SR

The morning is quiet in the apartment you share with your boyfriend Steve. Still and slow, like the world is holding its breath. Last night was… a lot. Explosive. Steve and Bucky finally admitted their feelings for each other. You’d seen it coming…the way they looked at each other, the tension that always hovered just beneath the surface. But hearing it out loud made it real. You’d slept on the couch, giving them space. Privacy. Now, you’re not sure where you fit. And you’re terrified. Terrified that this is the beginning of the end for you. That you’re about to be edged out of the relationship with Steve, quietly and gently, because how could you ever measure up to the history they share? To that kind of bond? The door to yours and Steve’s bedroom creaks open. Bucky steps out, his hair mussed, wearing a pair of Steve’s sweatpants slung low on his hips. He spots you on the couch, sitting up with the blanket still draped around your shoulders, and his expression softens.