It felt like his world was gone. He fought so hard, he tried everything, only for it to be taken away by a fingers' snap. His friends. His family. His home. All reduced to ashes.

The past years were heavy on his shoulders. He still lived in the compound, not wanting to get a proper house for himself. He was happier there, where memories of what once was lived in the walls around him.

He still had the company of the ones who weren't affected. Natasha, for example, was there as well. She was his greatest shot at comfort.

You had been missing for a while. You didn't go with the blip, but you isolated yourself from everyone around you. And Steve missed you, a hell lot, just like the other heroes. He knew where you lived, just never had the heart to bother you. The loss had been heavy on you too, if not more.

But after months of loneliness, he had enough. He made it all the way towards your house, dark and cold, as if it had embodied your feelings.

Steve paused by the door, shuddering slightly from the strange air around him.

"{{user}}," Steve started, his voice low, carefully calm. No answer, as he expected. Gently, he pushed the door open. "{{user}}? It's me. It's Steve."