The Mimic

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The peaceful night in Wakanda was plagued with heavy rain. No stars were visible, nor the moon. It was just an endless void of darkness in the night sky. Bright lights in the distance illuminated every droplet, creating an almost mystic feel to the dreary night.

Yet, whilst many of the people in Wakanda - and around the world - were asleep, there were only two that felt wide awake. 

Bucky and Y/n.

Y/n had hesitantly climbed out of the quinjet with Nat. She almost felt as if she couldn't breathe, her nerves and excitement blending into a mix of butterflies and moths in her stomach. Natasha had a gentle hand on her back to guide her forward, yet she couldn't feel it. Her thoughts were running so fast it was indescribable. But, she didn't have a smile on her face. She wasn't exactly sure why, she was about to see Bucky again. But the doubts in her mind were running rampant. What if he'd moved on? What if he was an entirely different person to the one that she knew? It was all too much.

Bucky was also buzzing with adrenaline and nerves. T'Challa had been keeping him updated throughout the day on y/n's whereabouts, which had led to quite a lot of teasing due to him asking T'Challa every few minutes. But he couldn't help it. He was desperate to see y/n again. Desperate to see that smile, desperate to listen to her random rambles, everything. Every day without her had felt empty and bland. She was the light in his life, and being away from her for so long was hell. Especially after everything that had occurred whilst y/n was away. He had so much to talk about. 

Bucky wished that he could've joined Steve to help on the Raft, but he knew that there would've been no point. Especially now that his metal arm had been removed. There was no way he would've been able to fight all of those guards with only one arm. Staying in Wakanda after all of the events that had occurred had been the best thing for Bucky. His mind had been cleared of the code words, the arm that Hydra had practically forged into his skin was gone, the only thing missing was y/n.

He took a shaky breath as he strolled through the soaked field, T'Challa close behind. He didn't even know what to think about it all. Just the idea of seeing y/n filled him with so much adrenaline. Yet, just like y/n, he wasn't smiling. Both sick to their stomachs with nerves. His hand fiddled anxiously with a few stray stands on his clothes, trying his hardest to slow down his thoughts. He was finally going to see her.

That was when he froze.

They both did.

They had both just seen one another in the distance.

It didn't matter if it was a silhouette, they knew exactly who the other was.

Y/n couldn't help but let out an excited laugh, her face lighting up with happiness. He was there. He was right there. Tears begun to form in her eyes, shuffling from foot to foot slightly out of adrenaline. She couldn't wait any longer for him to walk over. She had to get to him. It didn't matter if she was moving away from the safety of Nat's umbrella. Bucky was right there.

So y/n begun to run. She ran as fast as she possibly could, adrenaline almost completely fuelling her. The smile on her face was unimaginable. She blinked hard in attempt to stop the tears from blurring her vision, laughing happily at the sight of Bucky.

Of course once Bucky saw y/n begin to run, he decided to run too. She was there. She was really there. There was no way in hell that he was just going to stand there whilst y/n ran toward him. He wanted to hold her as soon as he possibly could. 

The pair crashed into one another with happy laughs and unintelligible murmurs. Y/n had her arms wrapped tightly around Bucky, and Bucky was holding her close with his arm. He spun her around a few times in the rain, closing his eyes in pure joy at the sound of y/n's laugh.

The amount of relief that washed over her when they crashed together was immense. She never wanted to let go. Her arms were wrapped as tight as possible around Bucky's torso, her face pressed against his chest. He was there. They were back together. She could hear his heartbeat slamming against his chest, causing her smile to widen even more. It was nice to know that she wasn't the only one nervous.

Y/n pulled away from the hug slightly, cupping Bucky's face in her hands. Tears of pure joy streamed down her cheeks, yet it just seemed to mix in with the raindrops slamming down on the pair. "Hi." She hummed with a laugh. Despite her blurred vision, she studied every inch of his face. It was just as perfect as she remembered it. 

Bucky chuckled as y/n pulled away, gazing into her eyes with a loving look. "Hi, Doll." He smiled, keeping his arm wrapped around her waist so he could keep her as close to him as possible. He couldn't even describe how he was feeling. It was pure euphoria. Bucky peppered kisses across y/n's face before finally meeting her lips in an adoring kiss. 

Despite the adrenaline coursing through them, the kiss was slow and gentle. It was something that they'd both been dreaming of for a long time. Just to be in one another's arms again. It didn't matter that the rain was soaking them through. They finally had each other again. Y/n and Bucky were finally back together. 

Natasha and T'Challa watched fondly as the pair were finally reunited. They could see one another in the distance, both holding umbrellas to protect themselves from the rain. They'd briefly waved at each other, but the main attraction were of course y/n and Bucky. Natasha felt so proud to see y/n so happy again. She deserved it. She deserved to be happy with Bucky. Especially after everything the pair had been through.

Finally back together. Finally able to be hold one another again. There was no better feeling in the world.