(A/N) The title of this chapter is coherent with the song of the same title by Florence and the Machine. 

I stare across the table at the man I had been having random lunch and occasionally dinner dates with for the past few weeks and smile. Steve was an amazing guy. It surprised me how much he was there for me. I also tried to be there for him as much as possible as well. The more time we spent together the more attached I became. I learned that his wife had passed away from a rare disease and ever since her death he had distanced himself from relationships.

I didn't blame him. After I lost Richard, even though I never thought of him in a romantic sense, I kept myself from getting too close to anyone; except for Tony and the Starks. There was something about Steve that pulled me in and made me feel like I could be myself with him. I felt like I could tell him anything. Even now sitting across from him in this cute little diner I felt completely happy.

My phone vibrated on the table making us both look at. "Ah just a second," I say as I open it to see that Rebecca had texted me.

'So... have you found a date to my wedding yet?' – Rebecca

I shake my head at the text before I lock my phone and turn back to Steve. Ever since Rebecca had told me she was getting married I had dreaded the thought of going. The thought of having to see Bucky and his parents again after all these years made me want to run away and hide. I had changed a lot since then but there was no way they wouldn't notice me. They wouldn't want their son's killer at their daughter's wedding. So, I had said no. I wasn't going to go. Then Rebecca showed up at my house and told me if I didn't go she'd hire some bodyguards and make them drag me to her wedding. So, I changed my mind.

That's where Steve came in. I wanted to ask him to go with me but I was scared that something might happen. I didn't want anything to happen him. clasping my hand together under the table I start to rub them together as I try to muster up the courage to ask him. The wedding was this weekend and I knew it was now or never.

"You okay?" He asks and I nod.

"Yeah, just been putting something off." I answer as take a deep breath.

"Actually, I have too." He replies making me cock and eyebrow at him.

"Oh?" I ask and he nods.

"Honestly, I was worried about whether or not we'd known each other long enough, or been dating long enough to ask you this..." He pauses his eyes meeting mine. "My friend's sister is getting married this weekend, and I was wondering if you'd like to go with me."

"You're kidding, right?" I ask making his face drop. "I was going to ask you the same thing. Well kind of. My friend is getting married and I wanted to ask you if you'd go with me." I say and he lets out a relieved chuckle.

"For a second there you had me scared." He answers honestly relaxing in his seat. "I thought I had done something wrong."

"NO! oh god, my big mouth! I'm sorry it came out wrong." I say reaching up to cover my face with my hands.

"No, no, it's okay. Anyway, back to this wedding business. I find it funny we both have a wedding to go to this weekend." Steve says trying to lighten the mood.

"Same here, it's someone I know from when I was a kid. She kind of threatened me that if I didn't agree to go she'd have bodyguards drag me." I add making him chuckle.

"I kind of have the same experience with my friend. His little sister Rebecca is getting married and since I've known them for years they both insisted I come and bring you. That is if you wanna go. So?" He asks and my heart drops.

"Your friend... what's his name?" I ask hoping and praying that my assumptions were wrong.

"James Barnes, but we all call him-"

"Bucky..." I gulp down a breath of air as I interrupt him.

"Yeah, how did you know?" He asks but I am too scared to answer. How could I have dated one of Bucky's friends and not know it. My body starts to shake as my heart races in my chest.

"I'm sorry, I...I have to go." I reply panic racing through my body as I quickly gather my things.

"Wait, hold on." He says gently grabbing my wrist as worry fills his eyes. "Let me get everything to go and then I'll drive you home. If you wanna talk about why you're so scared I'm here for you." He says and I nod slowly as I sit back down. I sat quietly my mind racing as Steve quickly got our food to go, paid for it, and then led me outside to his car. When he had originally said he was going to take me out in his car I was scared; but I had slowly started to be okay with riding in it with him.

One of the main reasons Steve had a car, I had learned later after many dates, was because he was a father. Only months before his wife had been diagnosed terminally ill, she had given birth to a beautiful baby girl. Sarah, was the spitting image of her mother, with wavy chocolate brown hair; but she had her father's deep blue eyes. I first met her when Steve had to pick her up from school one day for punching a kid in the nose. Her reason was because he was bullying other kids and she doesn't like bullies. She was her father's daughter.

As we pull out onto the street I let out a heavy sigh and reaching over gently touch his arm making him pull one hand form the steering wheel to take my hand in his. Growing up, I didn't know a simple move like this was enough to make me feel relaxed and accepted. It was nice. "I don't want to go home yet." I say making him squeeze my hand encouragingly.

"Where do you want to go?" He asks as he gently rubs his thumb against the back of mine.

"Somewhere we can talk... I owe you an explanation as to why I freaked out." I say leaning over to rest my head on his shoulder. "And we need to finish our dinner."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel too overwhelmed." He says making me smile softly.

"Yeah, I think it's time I tell you everything." I say closing my eyes and reveling in his warmth.

"Okay, I know just the place." He says as he pulls our hands up to his lips to gently place a kiss on the back of my hand.

We continue driving until we make it to a nice little park. As he parks the car I pull my hand from his and reaching into the back seat grab our food. By the time I turn back around Steve had climbed from his seat and moved around the front of the car to open my door. He holds his hand out to me, taking it, I let him pull me from the car to stand beside him. As he closes the door he turns to me and giving me a reassuring smile says, "I usually bring Sarah here on my days off."

"Oh?" I ask as he leads me to a nearby picnic table.

"Yeah," His face turned melancholy as he continues, "Peggy... she loved this little park. Said that when she was better she wanted to bring Sarah here at least once a week." His voice cracks and I grip tightly to his hand in reassurance. "So, I try to bring Sarah here as much as I can."

"Are you sure you wanna share this place with me?" I ask setting the bag of food down onto the table. "I mean, this is something special for just you and Sarah. I don't think I deserve to be a part of it."

"I wanted to bring you here." He says turning towards me his eyes meeting mine. "I was hoping I could share this place with you. I wanted today to be special because I wanted to finally tell you something. I put it off because I didn't want to scare you. I want to tell you, but I want to hear what you have to tell me first."

"Okay," I say leaning into his chest. "We should sit, this is gonna be a long talk."

As we sit I finally tell him everything about my childhood. He deserved to know the truth about what kind of person I was and what I had done. The more I went into detail the angrier his face got. I wanted to stop but I needed to him know. Tears fill my eyes the more I talk about it until I just let them cascade down my cheeks. When I finish I feel his big strong arms wrap around my neck and pull me in close. Burying my face in his chest I find myself able to let out all my emotions.

"I can't believe it." He says making my heart clench. Of course, he didn't believe what I had done. He was Bucky's friend after all. He had to have heard something about Richard.

"I'm a horrible person." I say and he quickly pulls me away his brow furrowed.

"No, you're not (Name)." He argues anger filling his eyes.

"But I got him killed." I say as I try to catch my breath.

"No, you didn't. From what you told me, Richard wanted to protect you. He loved you. To him, you were the most important thing in his world. You are not responsible for his death. It was an accident."

"You sound just like Tony," I scoff as I reach up to rub my eyes. "He told me something similar when I first met him."

"He's a good brother." He adds rubbing my shoulders.

"Yeah, minus his man-whoring, he's a really good guy." I say suddenly feeling my heart becoming lighter. "Before you, he was the only one who didn't sugar-coat things. Everyone else walks on eggshells around me."

"How do you feel?" He asks reaching up to gently move a strand of hair out of my face.

"Surprisingly better." I say letting out a sigh of relief. "I've never told anyone everything before."

"I'm glad you told me." He says rubbing my back. "I think I have some choice words I want to say to Bucky right now; but that can wait. Now," He pauses reaching down to clasp my hands. "Do you want to go to the wedding, or do you want to go somewhere just the two of us?"

"As much as I want to go somewhere where there's just you and me," I pause as a blush covers my cheeks making him smile. "I made Rebecca a promise. As much as it's going to be a royal test of my resolve. When I make a promise, I keep it."

"Then I'll be there with you every step of the way." He says gently placing a kiss on my forehead. "And don't worry about Bucky, if he says anything, I'll sock him in the jaw."

"No, they've been through enough. I don't want to cause any more damage."

"You won't, I won't let anything happen to you. I love you, (Name)." He says making my heart jump in my chest.

"You... You love me?" I ask happiness filling my body. He loved me. I didn't know what to do or say. I was so happy but I couldn't fight that all too familiar feeling of worry filling my body. I mentally shake my head and push those thoughts away. They weren't about to ruin this moment for me.

"I do," He answers his free hand moving up to gently cup my cheek. "I love you. You don't have to say it back, at least not now. I don't want to rush you. You just bared your heart to me, to ask anything more from you would be selfish." I am about to reply when his stomach growls making me snort out a laugh. "Thanks man,"

"Oh, come on, that was cute." I say laughing out loud.

"Cute huh?" He asks his hand falling to my lap.

"Yes, I think you need to feed him before he gets angry." I reply turning back to the table so I could pull out the Styrofoam containers holding our food.

"Yes ma'am,"