[𝟭.𝟯] 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 ➣ {𝕛•𝕓•𝕓} ❘ [𝖒𝖛𝖔𝖒 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

*:･ﾟ𝟬𝟭 ༉‧₊❒┊𝗜𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗻𝗶𝗮𝗰𝘀 ☰

ೄྀ[𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦]࿐･ﾟˊˎ

╭══• 𝟤 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖦𝖱𝖢 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 •══╮

TRIGGER WARNING: SELF-DEPRECATING THOUGHTS, OVERTHINKING, MENTIONS OF RELAPSING, FLUFF

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

Oh god. This was it. Prime state of misery. Eyes closed with hands running through your hair while you recalled each and every one of your mistakes, wondering if you really deserve any happiness at all. Not that you weren't happy.

Aaron had been settling quite well with you and Bucky. Sure, he had some issues bonding with your boyfriend and being comfortable around him, but since he helped Bucky with the technology and advancements of the 20th century, the two had got along quite nicely. 

Now, leaning back against the cabinets, you held onto it, sighing as you threw your head back, lost in your vicious thoughts. Your oversized hoodie raised up as you

There were moments in which you felt as though this life isn't the one that was meant for you. It's too good—too perfect. And definitely too good to be true. It happened a lot like this. When you're doing the simplest task, or simply just existing with one another, your mind manipulated you into believing that you don't deserve it and that it won't last long. 

Sighing, You checked the time on your phone that was on the counter: 3:32 am. You would have to leave for Wakanda to meet up with Shuri to get the results of the blood samples of Aaron and see whether he has any superpowers as you had assumed.

Anya had told you everything you had need to know about Aaron, right then and there. For a sister of Natasha, she had a pretty neat intel gathered on you, given that Natasha had told her sisters about you when they met up while dealing with the Red Room and Dreykov.

Few days back, Bucky had applied to gain custody of Aaron. He was worried as to whether his history of the Winter Soldier would get in the way and ruin it for him, despite the US government pardoning him for the actions of his past. 

You looked towards the cabinet where you knew there were a few bottles of liquor. You puckered your lips in thought. Surely one drink won't hurt. Just to suppress the pain. The triggering thoughts. Just to get out of the dark hole you were in.

Stretching your hand towards the cabinet, you allowed green mists to open the doors of the cabinet, and levitated the bottle towards you. 

Gripping the neck of the bottle, you brought it closer to your mouth—

"What are you doing?" Bucky's voice interjected from the doorway of the bedroom

You let out an incoherent yell, spinning in your place to see Bucky leaning on the doorframe with folded arms in his black vest, his dog tags displayed over his clothing.