The Buchanan Conspiracy (A Bucky Barnes Story) #Wattys2015

Chapter Thirty

One Year and a Half Later.

He stared at the world beyond his bedroom window, his eyes scanning the streets and the minuscule figures below. The male closed his eyes, hiding his tropical sea blue irises from sight. He pictured her in his mind, her image brought on a wave of fresh pain. When he had last seen her, she had been talking with him within the four walls of Stark Towers. Then they showed up.

Hydra.

HAIL HYDRA!

He opened his eyes immediately, her image vanishing from his mind as the sudden light momentarily disorientated him. He wasn't supposed to think about that day, this therapist had told him to only focus on moving forward in life, he could not think back to that day.

He focused his attention on the mirror attached to his wardrobe door and specifically at his black tuxedo. He sighed, one year without her and he was clearly still in love with his vaished girl. Today though, he couldn't think about her. For the rest of his life, he couldn't think about her. He had to move forwards and not look back.

She was gone and he had been left behind.

There was a light tap tap on his bedroom door. "Come in!" he called.

It wasn't as if he hadn't tried to find her. Goodness knows he had looked high and low for her. She was just nowhere to be found. After a year of constant nightmares and panic attacks, he had begrudgingly gone to a therapist. Again. Like 75 years of problems wasn't enough for the specialist to deal with.

The sound of the door opening and closing alerted Bucky that there was someone present in the room with him. Without turning to face them, he searched for their reflection within the mirror before him.

The other male smiled at his appearance. "You ready. Buck?"

With a sigh, Bucky nodded and smiled. He had to forget Lavender and move on with the life he had recreated for himself after her kidnap. Turning to face Steve, he knew that his Best Friend uderstood his inner-conflict.

Steve placed a supporting hand on the Winter Soldier's shoulder. "It's going to be fine."

Bucky nodded. Again. "I know." he whispered.

"We better get going, it's usually the groom that arrives at the church before the bride."

The dark-haired male chuckled. Indeed, he couldn't be late for his own wedding, that was the bride's job.

A/N: Look who is updating this story after such a long time!