Haha, I was grinning sadistically while writing this too; I was so happy every time I came up with a new knife to twist in Steve's feels. Idk if that's an effect of knowing everything that's going to happen. The only part about writing this that made me really sad was researching suicide notes. :(
Anyways, I'm glad I could make you sad and then sadistically gleeful with the same fic.
When you really think about it though, Steve lost Bucky, then Peggy and everyone he grew up with and fought a war with. In Steve's case, the time period he grew up in is a type of home too, and now he's in a new century where mannerisms and life experiences are different from what he's used to, and he's also a vet pulled out of war and trying to live some semblance of a civilian life in between missions. Bucky is his last attachment to home, he's been given a second chance to make it all work, but he was too stuck on an idealized version of Bucky from the past and blew it.
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Anyways, I'm glad I could make you sad and then sadistically gleeful with the same fic.
When you really think about it though, Steve lost Bucky, then Peggy and everyone he grew up with and fought a war with. In Steve's case, the time period he grew up in is a type of home too, and now he's in a new century where mannerisms and life experiences are different from what he's used to, and he's also a vet pulled out of war and trying to live some semblance of a civilian life in between missions. Bucky is his last attachment to home, he's been given a second chance to make it all work, but he was too stuck on an idealized version of Bucky from the past and blew it.
Oh Steve.