I think I need to write a drabble about Steve in the days immediately following his mother’s death

it’s so heartbreaking, I think that it’s really the most rock bottom moment of his life even now

Because even when he woke up in the 21st century, even though he didn’t have anyone, he still had his purpose. He still had a way to make himself useful, to help others and be worth something. (I’ve discussed Steve’s mentality about his worth being directly tied to how useful he is to others, right? Of course I have)

But up until his mother’s passing, she was that purpose for him. Keeping her as comfortable as possible, taking care of her and supporting both of them was his reason for getting up in the morning.

(and many other extremely heartbreaking things bc you try being an eighteen year old boy with a laundry list of health conditions trying to take care of your bedridden mother during the great depression) 

And then she’s gone. The only family he had, poof.

And along went his purpose. 

So along with mourning he also has an existential crisis and really it is his rock bottom.

And ofc there’s my headcanon that it’s Bucky who pulls him out of it by needing him, needing someone to keep him out of trouble and so on.

but yeah

I think I need to write a drabble about all that.