The only good I've ever done (marvel)

Why me

Laughing. That's me by the way. And so, to you few readers, please comment! It doesn't even have to be about the story! (Though I would love to know if you felt it was to rushed, or I should have... anyway, no spoilers. Here ya all go, it's early!!

Also, OMGod Robyn was so happy nowadays! I feel bad for what. Okay shush, me. To my few readers, soon I will also have this on Ao3! Just waiting for my account notice thingy to come through.

Ta!
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The sun was sinking over the hills by the time she worked up the courage to go talk to Bucky. He'd stayed near the porch all day, while she stayed near the kitchen, and the comforting presence of Laura. But finally she pulled on a large hoodie, probably Steve's, and made her way out into the fading light.

"Laura thought I should talk to you."

"And what do you think? Have you decided to listen to her, or are you going to spend the rest of your life hiding from the truth?"

Robyn flinched away from that, and Bucky finally looked at her.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. That... you were an ass earlier but that was... sorry."

"So am I. Sorry, I mean."

The silence grew more awkward as they avoided eye contact. Robyn struggled with her words, trying to voice them.

"Do you ever think about soulmates? Whether they actually exist or... whether they're just a fairytale."

Bucky frowned, looking up at the darkening sky. "I don't think soulmates exist."

Robyn felt a small spark die inside of her, but squashed it down as down as he continued.

"I don't think that's how it works, you meet someone on the street, and that's that, you're in love. I think you have to work for it. You have to be prepared to do almost anything for that person. But I also think that if two people can't seem to stay away from each other, maybe they aren't meant to be apart."

"I forgot how wise you sometimes pretend you are."

"Says the girl who quotes Shakespeare."

Robyn laughed, properly laughed, and Bucky wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Why are you wearing my jumper?"

"What?" Robyn looked down at the soft grey hoodie she'd donned earlier. "I just... I was cold. And it... it feels nice."

Bucky grinned across at her, but his expression suddenly darkened.

"I... thought about what you said earlier. I'm sorry. I get that, you know, you don't want to talk about everything. Especially with me."

Robyn rounded on him. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

"Just... my history. The Soldier. Everything. You probably wouldn't want—"

"No. Don't you dare say anything else." Robyn was knelt beside him now, her nose an inch from his. "I don't give a damn about your history. It makes you who you are. And never be ashamed of who you are, because I happen to be in fucking love with who you are. And if I can't figure out a way to tell you I smile more when you're around, that without even trying you made my life better, And that I promised myself, that Christmas on the roof, I would never fall in love with you, I would never ruin our friendship, but it was 4am and we were laughing way to hard, and I felt happy for the first time in a long time, and I knew I was screwed, then that's on me. Me." She paused breathless, and met Bucky eyes. He sat, staring at her, silent.

"Buck... did I break you?"

"You... you love me."

"Oh. I didn't.... I didn't mean to say... yes. God. Damn. Umm—"

She was cut off by Clint calling from the dining room, telling them to come in. She blushed, and yanked herself up, giving Bucky her hand to pull him up as well, then immediately let go, and they headed into the house, neither looking properly at the other.

But one thought was looping through both heads.

Because I happen to be in love with who you are...