Friendship with a solid foundation || Steve & Bucky
Living in Brooklyn wasn't ideal, at least not for Steve. Living through the Great Depression was even harder. Fathers took on extra work, mothers chose jobs over tucking their children up at night, sons left school in favour of work and everyone did what they could to survive. Steve Rogers on the other hand had things a little different. Countless medical problems that meant his mother could't go out and work for as long as she wanted. She had to stay home and care for him. His father took on the extra work load and over the years it built into resentment. Resentment against Sarah, his wife, for not having to do as much work, resentment against Steve for being the reason so much money went on medical bills. Steve would often huddle under his covers when the yelling started, the sound of things breaking. His mother covered in bruises.
No one knew, not the school, none of the neighbours (at least they didn't let on) and Steve didn't even have the guts to tell his best friend James Barnes. That kid from two streets away who had randomly stuck up for the skinny little sick kid and formed a strong a friendship but Steve still couldn't tell him. That night though Steve had tried to protect his mother, yelled at his father to stop drinking their money away because Steve was sick, he needed medicine they couldn't afford because Joseph would constantly drink it all away. Despite his state Steve had yelled, finally yelled at his father before a punch to the face had sent him crumpling to the ground. A kick to his ribs followed after and Steve was sure something gave way but he didn't care. His mother could take so, so could he. And even when his father took a breath and leaned up, Steve still scrambled to his feet, glaring hate at his father before his mother gave him his coat and ushered him out to go and play until his father calmed down. Now? Steve was looking for a fight, to hide the injuries he had so when he did see Bucky tomorrow he could hide it as usual.
