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I-22 b.b

FYI: Y/n needed to take a break after a very tense conversation and Bucky tries his best to comfort them.

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⚠️ warnings: cute, sad, fluffy, short
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Inspired by "Apocalypse" by Cigarettes After Sex
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It wasn't a pretty feeling, the deep hole that sunk into my stomach. It felt like it was eating my insides, as his name kept being brought up with such ease.

"He was a good person, much more, a good man. He truly was."

I didn't want to be rude and cut him off  but his way of comforting me wasn't working.

My mouth dried up when my lips parted open, his mouth babbling on about the tragic day.

It baffled me how easy it was for him to mention the name of somebody who once roamed the world. 

It was a mission, a long time ago. Before the Avengers knew anything about me, I had a lover.

He and I were secret agents, we fell in love, and then he was taken away from me. Almost like he never belonged to me.

Unfortunately, here was his best friend, in front of me, telling me the things I already knew about Henry.

The great man he was, the amazing friend and son he always was. It wasn't pretty hearing his name after trying to move on.

"Henry rarely talked about you, before we met you know, he had this thing he would say under his breath everytime I teased him about his mysterious girlfriend."

I desperately wanted to get out of the room, the chatter of people and clinking of wine glasses. It was all too much for my body to handle.

"I-I'm sorry, i-uh, excuse me."

I didn't care about his puzzled look, as I squished through the crowd. All I care about was reaching the handle of the balcony door.

The celebration was muffled when the door shut, the only noise left was the passing of cars below. The beautiful sight of buildings with patterns of lights decorating them.

The liquid inside my glass moving as I motioned it in circles gently, calming myself down.

My heart thumped against the fabric of my dress. A great big huff of air escaping my mouth after I leaned forward.

Only focusing on the perimeters of the  buildings and the colors of cars.

He was quiet. I didn't even noticed when he joined me on the balcony.

"Hi,"

"uh-hey," I mumbled to avoid any embarrassing cracks in my voice. 

"You okay?"

His body was staggering against the wall with his typical intense stare.

"Yeah, I-I'm fine." My stutter gave it all away or maybe it was the tight lump forming in my throat.

He walked towards me, now his eyes, examining my face closer. He didn't say anything, all he gave me was silence.

A tear slide down my cheek onto the balustrade, where my hands laid. He shuffled his feet, before taking a step closer.

"You look beautiful tonight,"

With that, he cleaned my cheek with his thumb, pressing his lips together as he did so.

"I'm sorry about what happened inside too. You must miss him a lot."

All I did was look into his blue eyes, although in this light, looked a shade of cool gray.

"Yes I do, like I-I just feel, everytime I think I've finally move on, it seems like he doesn't want me to."

"His name appears."

I nodded to his whisper.

"Maybe, he doesn't want you to move on, because he's scared you'll forget him."

My mind processed his words thoroughly, understanding what he meant and how true that could be.

"Maybe you're right."

This was the type of comfort that has always helped me. Bucky and I had talks like these before but rarely was it about me.

There was something different in this talk because I asked him to hold me. He didn't even hesitate, opening his thick arms for me to enter his embrace.

His chest rose and fell peacefully when he rested his chin softly on my head. We were both taking in each other's scents, the mix of his soft cologne and warm natural earthy scent.

He moved his hand down my hair, brushing it gently to soothe me, raising it to the top, repeating the motion.

Subconsciously, I pulled him closer with my arms, wanting more of his warmth.

"Want me to drive you home?"

I only hum in response, his grip softening and pulling away.

"I'll come back, okay?"

"Okay."

After I responded, he left with a timid smile. I didn't want to think too much about what happened.

Instead, I looked up at the night and whispered to Henry what I thought he needed to hear.

"I won't forget you, ever, I think I know what you want me to do."