Rejection sucks.

I am sitting on the couch, trying not to cry while Peter is patting my back. Tony and Steve are fighting/arguing to the point where it could turn into a war. I heard the front door slam. Steve stomped into the living room, before pointing at the door while looking at Peter. Peter nodded and climbed out the window.

Steve sighed heavily, sinking onto the couch next to me. He leaned against me, putting his arms around me. I leaned into him silently. He kissed my forehead gently and tenderly.

"I'm so sorry, Bucky. Tony gets hyper when he's around Peter and the coffee didn't help. He's an amazing inventor, but he has the emotional capacity of his inventions. That was messed up of him. He didn't know that you are sweetheart that looks like you could kill just about anything."

I smile weakly. He smiled back. I snuggled closer to him. He turned on the television and we fell asleep like that.