A/N: I highly recommend listening to "Who Am I"
from the Wandavision score during Reality, not Sitcom.
I feel like it adds depth to those scenes
and the emotions Bucky is going through to feel more real.With love, Red
Bucky eyed the agents surrounding him carefully as they aimed their rifles at him. His body was covered in red dots. But he didn't care about any of that. His sole purpose of being here, in New Jersey of all places, was to get his wife back. His precious Luna. Like a wolf, he couldn't lead his pack, his family, without her. He was missing half of himself when he found out something had happened to her.
These eighty years almost had taken its toll on his soul. But Mary was his healer. His comfort. Because there were still nightmares that haunted him, memories of his past as Winter. Becca had them too. There were nights where Mary would find him on the floor as the day broke. She could hear the jingle of his three dog tags on his chest as he would sit up quickly and try to get a grip on reality.
Because though the trigger words were no longer in his mind thanks to Shuri, his past still haunted him. The PTSD was very real. No amount of high level tech Wakanda had could wipe that from him completely.
The only person that could cure him of his trauma, was currently trapped in a sitcom world with three other Avengers if he remembered right. He hadn't heard anything about Pietro, but Bucky knew the male Maximoff was with Mary and Wanda that fateful day. Steve was concerned for everyone involved, he was close with Pietro and he cared for Wanda like a little sister. And Vision was a comrade that could not be replaced by anyone, no matter how hard some might try.
Vision was more than a machine to the Rogers-Barnes family.
He was their family.And Bucky knew that he needed to figure out what exactly was going on. He had tried to wait it out and let Darcy be the mole, the double agent, but he couldn't get over not being anywhere near his wife and not knowing what was going on. It might seem unhealthy from an outside perspective, but for Mary and Bucky. They were each other's lifelines. Without the other, they would fall apart. Mary did when she witnessed Bucky turn to dust after Thanos snapped his fingers.
Bucky had no idea how she felt during all those years, those previous decades, of being alone, isolated.
Abandoned.
The word hit Bucky like a truck going full speed but there was nothing he could do about it, he knew Mary had felt like this numerous times and pushed through. But he was feeling that loss now more than ever. And there wasn't any way he could get to her. No possible way to contact her that he knew of. And he had no visuals of her.
Mary was surrounded by unknowns and that terrified Bucky.
Not because she couldn't handle herself, oh no. He never underestimated his wife like other people did. He knew her too well to do that.
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