Bucky sat in the hospital next to Steve, seething in anger and general sadness. So he was just going to throw away every damn thing that they had been through just for some dame? I mean sure she was prettier, more intelligent, kinder... better. But she didn't know Steve as well. Didn't know his birthday, his favorite color, his favorite cologne that smelled just the right amount of floral. but here he was, rejected by the man he would always love most, picking his girl apart hoping that Steve would take his wretched heart.
Whenever Steve had left, into the past, Bucky knew. He knew Steve didn't want him but did it mean that everything had been forgotten about? Because of Peggy? Because of some bit- no. He sighed and started to cry softly, tears trickling down his face. He hated himself so much, that he wasn't good enough, that after both of them supposedly dying, one of them being snapped away, and fighting war after war together, after proving his love for Steve over and over he's pushed aside for a woman that Steve barely knew.
"Buck" Steve croaked from his hospital bed and Bucky turned to face him, face glistening with tears as he regretfully whimpered.
"I hope you're happy." were Bucky's last words to his love, the one he had been through hell and back with time and time again, the one he followed into the jaws of death. The machine slowly stopped beeping and Bucky sobbed.
"Stevie?"