til forever falls apart (BWWM)

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I was awoken by the sudden sunlight pouring into my room. The clock read 6:34. I could already hear people talking in the kitchen. I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to return to sleep, but I was unsuccessful.

Bucky snores lightly beside me, hands twitching beside him. I pushed back some hair out of his face and laid down beside him. He mumbled things in his sleep, but right now he was dead silent. Only his breathing was audible.

Bucky was handsome. There was no way to deny that. He had this thing about him that pulled me in, and I couldn't help but wonder if it worked back then.

If it worked back then. That's a sentence to say. Crazy how, we were together in the 40s, and we just magically found our way back together. He and Steve both. I still can't fathom the idea that I was best friends with future Avengers.

He shifted his sleep, stretching his legs and arms outwards until they reached me. Then, his metal arm grasped on my waist, pulling me into him. I shivered at the sudden coldness on my back and turned back to Bucky. He wiped his eyes clean of the sleep.

"How's the arm?" I looked down at the bloody bandage and sighed, "It's not that bad. I can move it now." He nodded and closed his eyes again.

"Can we stay in today? I don't feel like moving anymore."

I huffed, "No, James. We have mission reports to do, and I have to talk to Fury about some files I saw." Bucky finally opened his eyes, staring at me, "It's Bucky. What type of files?"

I shook my head, "I don't know yet. I saw my name on them and took pictures." He nodded and glanced down at my hands. I looked back up at him. He cleared his throat, "Did you always have your powers?"

I sulked, raising my hand and conjuring up the purple orbs.

"Can't remember. I just remember waking up and everything inside of me burned. Then, I got angry, and they came out. I fought for years to get my powers removed." I placed my hand down, "But they stayed like an ugly scar."

"I think they're beautiful." Bucky flashed a smile at me. Then, he leaned up, sitting up on her elbows. He ran a hand through his hair and peered at me. "What do you want for Christmas?" He blurted out.

I humped my shoulders, knowing full well what I wanted: I promised Carter years ago that we would be together for this Christmas. Yet, even if she was a 1-hour trip away, it still felt like I was halfway around the world.

"There's got to be something you want. Anything?" I shook my head as he rolled over until his head was on my stomach. He looked up at me from under his eyelashes with a crooked smile. "What's going through your head then? You're quieter than usual."

"Do you think Maria will let me see Carter again," I asked. "That's what I want for Christmas." He nodded and laid his lips against the stomach. The breath he let out tickled my skin, and I squirmed from underneath his clutches, but Bucky works fast. He was already holding me down to the bed by my waist, the metal arm rubbing up against my arm.