The day Steve came back from war was something you've waited for so long. You longed for the feeling of him in your arms again. After so long.

You remember like it was the day you pictured it in your mind. You felt your heart race as the train approached. You looked over at his brothers and they had smiles on their faces.

"Hey, Steve!" You threw your arms around him and kissed his cheek.

"I missed you so much." You whispered in his ear. "I'm back now, Love. I'm here Y/N."
That was the last time you heard the real Steve.

He would sleep over every night at your house. He would sleep in his bed and you would sleep on the couch. He would wake up screaming things from the war like, "Oh MY God! Get down!" Or, "Look out!" It freaked you out at first, but you knew this was normal.
He only got worse from there.

During the day, instead of being how he used to be, he's a frazzled, angry and aggressive being. He snaps at you more and more and instead of kissing you, he hits you, thinking you're the enemy. The gang's had to restrain him multiple times and they would get hit too.

You started crying to the gang and they cried with you because you all wanted the old Steve back.

You can't wrap your head around it. The same eyes he wears now, used to be gentle and loving. He used to look at you like the roses in a garden.

Now, those same eyes are cold and ruthless. They no longer look at you with love, but of hate. He looks at you like dead roses and no longer sees your eyes.

But the eyes of the enemy.