Marvel imagines pt.4

🌿 Last of us AU pt.2 🌿

Song: Gustavo Santaolalla - last of us 2 main theme.

(These are gonna be long af, also I came across this really cool art! It's from Hugo Figueiredo! It's the picture on top)

SPOILERS!!!!!!! LIKE REALLY BIG ONES!

'What makes you so hostile towards fireflies and other groups?' Joel asks.

'They lie... they blow up stuff, kill people they're not supposed to...'

'Bullshit...there's another reason you're not telling me...' His eyes are on the road in front of him.

After just saving Ellie from dying on that table, he is taking you far away. As far away from possible.

'Well I'm sorry but you just shot most of them.. so if anyone has a problem with them, it's you...' you cross your arms, your feet on the dashboard.

'Y/n...tell me...'

'When you found me... I just escaped the WLF, a group. I was bitten and they wanted to kill me...they didn't believe me when I said I was immune...'

'I'm guessing that's not the only thing they did...' Joel replies and you nod.

'They said they killed my husband... don't believe a word they say but still... they uh... they tried to get info out of me... don't know what the hell they wanted to know...and they did worse things... things I don't want to talk about...' You swallow down the lump. 'I don't trust people in groups...'

'You trust me though...'

'Trust is a big word Joel...but yeah..I trust you enough..'

'So you're immune too...'

'Yeah... They bit me when I was on a supply hunt with my husband... didn't get sick... handled spores pretty well too... so yeah...I'm immune...'

'Where did you get bit?'

'Shoulder...covered it up with a tattoo...after burning it with chemicals...'

'Must've hurt..'

'Yeah, but it's better than having that fucking bite mark...'

'You think It would be good for Ellie?'

'Probably...it would make it less suspicious, she wouldn't have to cover it up anymore...' you reply glancing his way. 'But it hurts like hell...'

'Baby...' Bucky softly tries to pull you out of you're staring mode.

He must've woken up and saw you standing on the balcony, Staring into the distance, not even bothered by the cold. You're hunched over, leaning on the metal bar keeping you from falling off.

He finds you like this most mornings, most times even, when he does you're caught up in your own mind, like a fly in a spiders web. You're trapped in the past.

You keep muttering names he doesn't recognise, he wants to ask about them but doesn't want to come across as jealous or paranoid.

He reaches out to you. His hand slowly coming up your back as he moves towards you. You flinch at the action. You snap out of your thoughts and focus on the movement.

'You okay?' A theoretical question really. He knows you're not fine, but then again, who is really fine?

'Yeah...' comes your reply, not convincing to him at all.

He moves so he's standing behind you. He wraps one arm around your waist and the other around your neck. He kisses your head as you lean back against him. The heat radiating off of him calming you in a weird way.