Hello everyone! First marvel imagine… btw, I'm gonna try a new concept… 3 different books. One will be she/her, one will be he/him, and the third one will be they/them. I'm gonna post the same story within each book, but with the different pronouns.
This takes place many years after endgame, however, in this story Steve stays in the 21st century.

I always knew your father… we grew up together, I kicked anyone's ass that decided to mess with him. He was always getting himself into more trouble than he could handle, always sayin' 'I could do this all day' every time. He never liked bullies.

 It was September- no, maybe October… or was it July?

"June papa, it was June." I said, correcting him so that he could remember properly.

Ah yes! June! That's right! But, how did you know that, well no matter. A carnival was coming to town with big rides, though the ferris wheel was the biggest attraction. It was so exciting, so I decided I'd surprise Steve with tickets for the ferris wheel… it wasn't the most caring time for the gay men and women. We were forced to hide it, or be forever shamed for it.

  The carnival was so fun! Steve and I went on the ferris wheel as friends, and came off as lovers. It was the best day of my life. Then the war came and I was drafted. Steve was trying everything to get in as well. He must've went through at least 50 rejection forms from the army. They didn't want some scrawny kid from Brooklyn that had asthma and easily got sick. They wanted men, men that could hold their ground in battle, those that could easily bash someone's face in.

And I agreed, he shouldn't have been out on the battlefield, he would've gotten himself killed, that is if it wasn't for that doctor… now what was his name? Ah well, either way, he gave Steve a second chance at the army through a 'super soldier serum'... it made Steve buff, and it cured his asthma, strengthened his immune system, and sped up his metabolism. It was so co- wait, who are you?" Bucky asked the woman sitting in the chair beside him. He couldn't for the life of him remember his name, who he was, or even what he was doing there.

"Papa, it's me (y/n), I'm your son. You and dad took me in, off of the streets when I was 10. I came here to visit you and see how you're doing."

"Oh (Y/n)! It's so good to see you! How's your father? Actually, hows Tony, Sam, Nat, and Bruce doing? I haven't seen any of them in a long time, are they okay?" He asked looking into the sad eyes of the man sitting next to him.

"They're fine papa… the doctors say you're probably gonna be able to see them in 5 weeks, aren't you excited?" (Y/n) choked out, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill from his (e/c) eyes.

"Oh good! I can't wait to see them all again! I miss them all." Bucky sounded so clueless. Not as scared as he had sounded when he was first told the news that he had dementia. That was 5 months ago. It was killing him faster than any normal human.

"This was a good talk Papa, but I have to go now. I promise I'll be back tomorrow."

"Yes, yes, but who are you?" It tore him apart to hear him say that, so without another word, he picked up his stuff, and left.

It was a twenty minute drive to go and see his other father, when he got there, he walked through the tall glass to sit next to him. When he made it to him, his fingers grazed across the writing on the headstone;
Steven Grant Rogers-Barnes
1918-2058
Loving husband and Father
Rest in Peace

It had been about 2 years since Steve had died, but it was still fresh in his mind. Cancer. The one thing the stupid serum couldn't prevent, even with the drugs to slow the cancer cells from growing, it was still terrifying. God how he wished he could have prevented it.

Everyone was buried all in the same area. Steve was the lone standing grave in a row, but it was a double person headstone. The second space saved for Bucky. Pepper insisted everyone be buried in the same area, cutting off an area near the cabin house for a graveyard meant specifically for the Avengers.
  And that's where everyone lay to rest. The Avengers cemetery

6 weeks had passed. I got a call from the hospital Papa was staying at, they said he passed in his sleep. It was sad to hear, but I knew it would happen sooner or later. The funeral was small, consisting of only family and friends. As everyone was leaving I decided I'd play a song as a goodbye to Papa.

I sang 'drink a beer' by Luke Brian, crying on nearly every verse.

When I got the news today
I didn't know what to say.
So I just hung up the phone.
I took a walk to clear my head,
This is where the walking lead
Can't believe you're really gone
Don't feel like going home

So I'm gonna sit right here
On the edge of this pier
Watch the sunset disappear
And drink a beer

Funny how the good ones go
Too soon, but the good lord knows
The reasons why it gets
Sometimes the greater plan is kinda hard to understand
Right now it don't make sense
I can't make it all make sense

So I'm gonna sit right here
On the edge of this pier
Watch the sunset disappear
And drink a beer

So long my friend, until we meet again
I'll remember you
And all the times we used to
Sit right here on the edge of this pier
Watch the sunset disappear
And drink a beer
Drink a beer, drink a beer.