❝WE'LL SHARE TOMORROW TOGETHER.❞
In which two people find out the hard way that life is cruel but love makes it worth living.
[The First Avenger - TFATWS ]
{Bucky Barnes x 𝑓𝑒𝑚!rogers!oc}
TFTWS completed, waiting for new MCU...
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Everything was quiet as Daphne was lying down, head on Bucky's chest. He was running a hand through her hair while she played with the dog tags hanging off his neck.
"Can I ask you a question?" he asked, staring up at the ceiling as he twirled a strand of her hair around his finger.
Daphne hummed in response, gesturing for him to keep talking. "Why'd you stick around? After everything, you could've done anything. Gone anywhere. Now you're stuck here with me" he said.
"Is that what you think? That I'm stuck here?" she asked, propping herself up on her elbow as she looked at him.
"You are. If you left you'd be on the run" he said.
"First of all, I'm not leaving you. And I'm here because I want to be. I want to be with you because I love you. You mean everything to me" she said, resting a hand on his cheek.
"But after everything I've done-"
"Bucky, listen to me. I don't know who told you that love comes with conditions and limitations but mine doesn't. Especially not with you."
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Two years. Two years of peace and quiet. Two years of living in Wakanda. Two years of normal.
And it was much needed.
Daphne was hanging laundry on a clothesline while Bucky hauled bags of dirt and fertilizer she'd use in the garden that was doing much better since when she first started.
The past two years had been fairly domestic. It was a glimpse into what their life might've looked like had WWII not happened.
But they were both grateful for the time they had now, no longer bothering to wish the past was different.
Behind the invisible borders of Wakanda, it was easy to pretend that this was their new reality.
That all the problems they had on the outside were gone. Or at the very least, didn't matter anymore. But of course that wasn't the case.
Especially not for them.
When both of them heard footsteps approaching they turned to see T'Challa and Okoye approaching, a large briefcase in hand.
Bucky and Daphne looked at each other, both of their eyes saying the same thing. This momentary peace was over. Something bad was coming.
T'Challa walked up to them, setting the case on the ground, and didn't say anything as he opened it up.
They looked to see that it was a new metal prosthetic arm. One that looked far more advanced than the one HYDRA gave him.
It was steel metal grey with gold accents. And clearly made from Vibranium.
"Where's the fight?" Bucky asked, staring down at the arm.
