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Setting: Infinity War
You walked alongside T'Challa, your heart aching. James Buchanan Barnes had been forced to fight time after time, and just when he was settling—remembering himself and becoming the man he used to be—he was about to get sucked right back into the never-ending cycle of war.
"I assume you want to be the one to tell him?" T'Challa glanced over at you, his dark eyes serious yet inquisitive.
You nodded, "Just let me talk to him first. Don't let him see the arm—it'll be a dead giveaway. I just want to give him time."
"Time," T'Challa motioned his head backwards, signaling his men to follow behind the two of you with Bucky's new weapon, "is something we are not able to offer him right now. Make it quick, please."
You knew in your heart, no matter how much time Bucky had to process this, that he would never truly be ready. He wanted a normal life again. However, he would never say 'no' to anyone—especially not Steve Rogers.
Squinting your eyes, you caught glimpse of him up ahead. It wasn't until his gaze found yours, along with T'Challa and his men behind you, that you saw what was a small smile turn downwards.
"Buck, we need to talk." You glanced over your shoulder and threw up a hand, and the men paused behind you.
You dragged your feet through the tall grass, finally reaching the long-haired man as he ran a hand through his scruff. He looked tired.
"It's been a while. To what do I owe the pleasure?" He forced a half smile.
The last time you saw Bucky was when he was being put back into cryo at his own request. He didn't trust himself, and Steve agreed it was for the better. You, however, disagreed. You thought Bucky would do better surrounded by his friends—Steve, Sam, and you.
It had more to do with your untold feelings for him than it did anything else. Many nights you'd spend staying up late, wondering if you should tell him how you had grown to care about him. The day you finally decided you would just so happened to be the day he went back under. You never had the chance, and now, with Thanos coming and the fate of the world at stake, you feared you'd never get a second one.
"You're gonna wish you stayed back in that chamber, Barnes." You sighed, regret lacing your voice.
Can he see right through me? You thought.
"I've been enjoying having a life again. I can take it, what's going on?" He looked past you, his blue eyes focusing on T'Challa, whom he offered the slightest of smiles.
"Bucky," you tried to bring his attention back to you.
Is now my only chance? You couldn't help but feel a bit selfish for wanting to blurt out how you felt when the world could end as early as nightfall.
"Aren't you tired of living like this?" His question caught you off guard.
"Living like what?" You knew what he meant.
"Always waiting for the next fight. Where is it?" He looked down at a blade of grass he held between his calloused fingers.
"Coming." You wouldn't drag it out any longer than it had to be. He knew the minute he laid eyes on you that you weren't here to catch up on things. You came for a reason.
"It was only a matter of time," he nodded, understandingly. "Though, I must say, it's never any easier than the last."
Tell him.
"I am tired of living this way. . ." You could feel the pressure of T'Challa and his men behind you, needing you to hurry up.
"Buck, I never got to tell you this before. And I'm afraid, considering what's about to come, that if I don't tell you now—"
"That bad, huh?" His tone shifted. He was uneasy.
You shook your head yes, sucking in a breath, "I care about you. I really do."
You hated confessing your feelings to this man with an audience just a few yards behind you, but you couldn't let this go unsaid.
"I argued against you going back into cryo because I had feelings for you. I didn't want to be forced apart from you. I wanted to help you become your old self again."
"I'm sorry, (y/n), I never realized. I wasn't in my right mind during that time, though. It would have been too dangerous for me to be out. And I never would've trusted myself alone with you." Bucky scratches his head, letting the blade of grass he had been holding go.
You watched as it floated down to the ground, slowly, peacefully. Did he feel the same way? Or was this the only reaction you were going to get right now?
"I understand. I've never been afraid of you, though. You know that right?"
The corners of his lips tugged up, "That's why I liked you from the beginning."
"Excuse me, but it's time." T'Challa interrupted, his men stepping forward. The clasps to the wooden box one of the men held in his hand were undone, the lid lifting open, revealing what would be Bucky's new bionic arm.
Bucky placed a warm hand on your back and rubbed it briefly, as if to apologize that your conversation was cut short. At least he'd hinted that the feelings were reciprocated, and that was enough for you.
Now, you just needed this to all be over. And maybe, just maybe, if the good guys did win, then you and Bucky could pick up where you left off.
If only you knew what was to come.
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Can you tell someone rewatched Infinity War the other day?? Hence the random, once-in-a-blue-moon update!
