Another day cleaning because being the lady of the house it's tradition for us women to stay at home while the men go out to work. I live with my older brother Steve and I have to look after him because we lost our mother not too long ago.

"Steve, is that you?!" I call when I hear the front door close. I dry my hands then walk into the living room to see Steve covered in blood, mud and bruises. You see, Steve is this scrawny guy but he doesn't ever give up.

"Really Steven again? How many times have I told you to stop getting into fights? Wait here while I go get the first aid kit." I say helping him onto the sofa.

"It wasn't that bad Becky. Bucky was there again." He says wiping some blood with the sleeve of his jumper.

"You always mention this Bucky. How come I've never met him?" I ask finding the first aid box.

"Because he is my friend Becky." He says then winces when I press a cotton ball to the cut on his lip.

"Steve do you remember what mum said when we were kids? If someone means that much to you it doesn't matter who else they meet because you will always be important to them." I say to which he sighs.

"I know. I guess I'm just scared because Bucky is my only friend." He says and I frown slightly.

"So I'm not?" I ask tending to his other injuries.

"Becky you're my sister so it goes without saying you're my friend." He says smiling a little. I shake my head before putting everything away then giving him ice wrapped in a towel for the swelling around his eye.

"So who was it this time?" I ask while making a cup of tea for the two of us.

"Randy. When isn't it him?" He asks and I giggle.

"Randy is an idiot. Was he trying to show off again?" I ask giving Steve his cup.

"Yes. It's okay though because Bucky got rid of him for me." He says and I shake my head.

I hear a knock at the door and go to answer but Steve does instead. I don't bother to pay attention because it's most likely our neighbour Mrs Jenkins. She always checks on us because she was one of mum's friends. Steve walks back in then looks at me with a small smile.

"Do you remember when you, me, mum, and dad would go to the tavern and they would have a dance there?" Steve asks and I nod then he looks into my eyes.

"Well, there is another one tomorrow night. Would you like to go just like old times?" He asks.

"Of course Steve. What time is it?" I ask. He looks a little hesitant then relaxes.

"We have to be there for eight pm and I will be meeting Bucky there." He says then his eyes go wide when he realizes I will most likely end up meeting this mysterious man named Bucky.

"Oh, okay, that's fine. At least I will get to meet Bucky and have the chance to thank him for saving your ass all of these years." I say then giggle when Steve shakes his head.

"I'm sure he will be modest about it because it's Bucky. Anyway, what are we having for dinner?" Steve asks and I giggle.

"Well, I'm doing boiled chicken with potatoes, carrots, broccoli and gravy. Just like mum used to do." I say and smile at the memory of when the three of us would sit together and eat. Steve puts his hand on my arm and I look at him to see him smiling.

"You are just like mum and any man would be lucky to have you as their wife." He says.

"I don't think I will ever find someone with the same passions as me Steve. A lot of men in this day and age are either assholes who think the world revolves around them or they get a woman then leave her for a mistress they have on the side. Don't you remember my boyfriend Darren in high school?" I ask looking at Steve.

"Of course I do. I thought he left the state with his parents." He says and I shake my head.

"He didn't. He left me for Dorothy Harris. She was one of the popular girls. Of course I wasn't good enough for him because he left me. Mum was convinced he would be the one but she was so wrong." I say and he takes my hand.

"You will find someone Little sister. Why don't we go to the grocery store and get what we need to cook tonight?" He asks squeezing my hand.

"Sure. Let me just change and we will leave." I say but he raises his eyebrow.

"Just go out in what you have on." He says and I roll my eyes before getting my coat then we walk together.

While walking around the small fruit and vegetable stall I see someone I don't want to see. He approaches me so I tug on Steve's sleeve and he looks over then stands in front of me to protect me.

"Hey Rogers. You can't always protect your whore of a sister." Darren says then he winks at me.

"Leave her alone Jenson." Steve growls and I tug his sleeve again because we can't afford to be getting into a fight here.

"Steve don't. You know we can't be getting into a fight in the middle of the street. Come on, I have what I need so let's just go home." I say quietly. He looks down at me then sighs before we start to walk back home.

"Wow, you're more pathetic than I thought Rogers. You take orders from your sister." Darren says and I have to grab Steve's hand and drag him away. If I know anything about my brother he never ever backs down from a fight. That's why I'm always having to clean up his cuts.

I drag him away from Darren and the market with force since he is a little taller and slightly more built than I am. Sometimes being the sister of Steve Rogers can also turn to me being our mother.

Once we get home I go to the kitchen and start to prepare the vegetables until Steve walks in and takes another peeler to help me. I look at him with a smile because even now he always has to help and be a gentleman.

"So Steve tell me more about Bucky." I say putting the now skinned and chopped carrots into a saucepan.

"Well, he is a lot stronger than I am. I still remember when we were at the park a few summers ago and this guy was harassing this young dame. I told Bucky to go get ice-cream then went over to help her but ended up getting into a fight and Bucky helped me. It was then I knew we would be best friends." Steve says with a reminiscent look in his blue eyes then I shake my head.

"Yes. Mother was not impressed when you came home covered in blood, mud and bruises. I had to help clean you up." I say with a small laugh.

"And that's why you are the best baby sister." Steve says putting the potatoes into another saucepan. I roll my eyes at him but I love having Steve around.

"Right, that is everything done. Shall we have a drink Steve?" I ask him but he shakes his head.

"No. I'm going to do some sketching in the garden for a little while." He says then kisses my head before leaving ng the kitchen. That's another talent of Steves. He is an amazing artist. He doesn't think so but I always tell him he is. Even our mother would say the same thing so I'm glad he hasn't given up on doing it.

I wash my hands and dry them before making a pot of tea then go into the living room. I fluff up the cushions, put a small throw over the top then clean the small table in the middle of old newspapers until something catches my eye. Mr Howard Stark will be holding an expedition in two weeks. Steve would love that. I pull out the page so I can show Steve then continue to clean.

Eventually I get to sit down and hold my warm cup in my hands with a smile. I'm excited to meet Bucky but I don't know if he would even acknowledge me since I'm only Steve's little sister after all. The thought gets me down so I decide to sit at the piano to play a small song.

"Kiss me once
Then, kiss me twice
Then, kiss me once again
It's been a long, long time

Haven't felt like this, my dear
Since can't remember when
It's been a long, long time."

"Wow, I didn't know you could sing Becky." I look over to see Steve smiling then continue to play.

"I've been doing it for about three months. Mostly when you are out and I'm home alone so no one can hear me." I say looking away playing the song over again then Steve sits next to me and listens with a smile.

"This is what I was saying earlier. You are amazing and any man would be lucky. You can cook, clean, play such beautiful music and sing." Steve says and I laugh slapping his arm playfully.

"Just stop Steven Grant Rogers. Do you think mum would be proud too?" I ask looking at my brother.

"She would. Come on, dinner should be nearly cooked now. I will set up the table like old times and you plate up okay." He says hugging me.

"Sure. Come on Big brother." I say making him laugh and we both walk into the kitchen.

Once I have put everything on plates I walk over to the table and put one in front of Steve. He kisses my cheek before pulling out a chair for me so I roll my eyes but thank him and kiss his cheek then we both sit down to eat.

"Oh, look what I found." I say getting out the piece of the newspaper.

"Oh, I already know. Bucky wants to go. I said I would tag along but neither of us have a date so we are going as buddies." He says and I try not to laugh.

"I can't remember the last time you actually went out with a dame Steve. I think the last time was when I was in fourth grade and you were in seventh grade." I say then giggle when his pale cheeks tint pink.

"Yes, yes. Just shut up Becky Rosealie Rogers." He says using my full name and I just laugh.

Once we have finished eating unlike most men who leave the woman to clean up, Steve cleans up while I go and have a small rest on the sofa with a good book. I'm actually reading The Hobbit. I wonder if Bucky would like it or has read it?

"Becky are you okay?" I snap out of my little daze then smile at Steve.

"Yes, I'm fine. Do you need something?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"No, I'm all good thank you. What's that you're reading?" He asks pointing to the book.

"It's The Hobbit. It's actually really good. Maybe you should read it someday." I say in a teasing tone making him laugh.

"I think not. The kitchen is clean so I'm going to go out for a drink with Bucky. I will be home by eleven, okay." He says grabbing his jacket.

"Sure, Steve. Try not to get into any fights please. I've already had to clean you up once today." I say then he salutes to me before walking out of the house leaving it quiet.

I snuggle under my blanket with a warm cup of tea and continue to read my book until my eyes start to get heavy. I look at the time to see it's already midnight and Steve still hasn't come home yet. I sigh before moving from the sofa then go upstairs to my bedroom.

After a small bath I get changed into a nightgown then look at the time again to see it's one am. I hear the front door open then a loud crash from downstairs so I take hold of a bat I happened to always keep near my bed in case of an intruder.

I slowly walk downstairs then peek around to see Steve laying face first on the floor. I put the bat down before walking over then look to see the front door is closed. I guess Bucky must have brought him home.

"Stevie, hey." I softly say then he lifts his head and I shake mine when I see fresh cuts and bruises.

"Let's get you cleaned up again brother then you will be going straight to bed." I say helping him up from the floor and over to the sofa. He looks at me and I see he is drunk then he frowns.

"Darren was there and he beat me up because he didn't get the chance to earlier. Bucky managed to break up the fight but he also got slightly injured." Steve says then winces when I wipe across one of the cuts on his cheek.

"I hope he also got tossed out. This is going to sting a little." I say dabbing the alcohol soaked cotton ball over one of the bigger cuts above his eye. He grips the sofa while tears form in his eyes. I look at him guiltily then he takes my hand to reassure me it's fine.

Once I've finished cleaning the cuts and making sure Steve has ice on the bruises I help him to walk up the stairs to his bedroom.

"Goodnight Stevie." I say hugging him gently.

"Goodnight Becky." He says.

I walk from his bedroom to mine and wash my hands because cleaning Steve up has made them a little dirty and dry them then look into the mirror. I sigh then look away before getting into bed. Sometimes I wish Steve wouldn't get into so many fights.