In The End It All Comes

“You’re being dramatic.” Natasha tells him, perched on the kitchen countertop, and like this, with her there and Steve leaning against the countertop next to her he has to look up at her. It gives him a strange sense of vertigo and he does his best to ignore it.“I think I’m being just the right amount of dramatic here, thanks.” Steve mutters, glaring at a spot on the refrigerator like it’s personally wronged him. He hates this. Hates it. The 21st century had been confusing enough when he’d had a purpose. What the hell is he supposed to do now?“You think maybe this is a chance to be a normal person, Steve?” Natasha’s tone is strangely gentle. Steve hates it.“I think all this is is my chance to see what being sick is like in another century.” Or a story told in three parts: How Steve loses who he is and finds it again, how Steve finds Bucky and Bucky finds himself, and how they find who they are together.