“Yes, he was.” Using the past tense hurt more than he could possibly have anticipated and it was acknowledged with a slight wince. “If there’s anything I can do,” he continued quietly, “please let me know. I’ll be sure to let you know of any…arrangements that are made.”
A vampire. Steve still didn’t know what to think as he looked towards Kaleb as he swallowed a bit. “I’m….I’ll be alright.” He stated as he took a breath. At least Bucky wasn’t in the hands of KGB this time right? He should have been there more for his friend. “I’d appreciate it, I’d like to be there if….when you do something for him,”
Part of me is positive he deserves whatever guilt he has because he killed my best friend.
Don’t compare him to Bucky, or what happened to him in Russia. That isn’t fair. He’s a vampire whether he chose to be that or not, Bucky never chose anything that happened to him, but this guy…you say he killed Bucky. Then I’m afraid he doesn’t have his monster under control like he should and it cost me a friend. That’s all I can think about.
“Yes. I’m still having a hard time believing it myself.”
His jaw tightened as he decided to keep Damon’s identity to himself unless directly asked. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured again, carefully patting the other man’s arm.
Steve nodded his head slowly as he gave a frown. “Yeah.”
He glanced up as Kaleb patted his arm and he took a second before he nodded again, “Yeah me too.” He admitted as he glanced back at the other. “He was your friend too.”
It wasn’t that Loki had heard any form of crying but he had been able to sense that something was wrong with Steven from the moment he stepped into the house that day. Cautiously approaching their room, he saw his husband sitting there with eyes rimmed red and Loki frowned. “Steven?” Loki was careful in stepping closer to his husband because he was unsure what the problem was. “Might I inquire as to what is the matter? It has been a long while since I have seen you in such a state,” he whispered, sitting down on the bed next to Steve.
Steve sat in the bedroom after he getting back from SHIELD completely distracted with his own thoughts. He had no idea what to say about any of this. He took a second and lifted his gaze up towards his husband as he gave a slow nod of his head. “I know.” He admitted as he took a second and wiped his hand along his cheek before he turned his gaze back towards Loki as he swallowed a bit. “It’s um…..Bucky my friend.” He stated as he tried to find his words. “He’s dead.” He admitted honestly as he met Loki’s gaze. “A vampire. Apparently Damon.” He told him slowly. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Rebecca. I need to talk to you, and I need you to just sit down and please just listen to me alright?” He stated as he took a breath. “Please it’s important I wouldn’t be interrupting if it wasn’t.”
Yes I loved Bucky, and I stayed hidden to protect him. He was able to move on and I thought it was good.
It’s….I don’t know what I’m suppose to think. He killed my best friend.
If he loved Bucky he never would have killed him. He would have done something he would have been able to stop it. He would have rather died himself.
If there was anything redeeming enough about him to earn Bucky’s love and respect it was lost now.
If he really did kill Bucky then he’s just contributing to the image of what he is—a monster.