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Something has been on Bucky's mind for the past few days and I cannot figure it out to save any part of my life. It's frustrating because it's obviously bothering him and I try not to use my magic and look inside his or anyone else's mind just out of respect and trust because I want him and others to be able to come to me and not expect that I already know because I looked inside of their mind before they entered the room.

So, I waited... And waited... And waited... And waited...

But, I got absolutely, zip zero nothing.

He hasn't been distant physically- in fact, he's been more clingy and literally hanging on me when I try to do anything like dry and brush my hair when I am fresh out of the shower or go to sleep. He will rest his head on mine and loosely hug my waist while I try to do my hair which proved to be harder than I thought. The way he's been distant is in his eyes and it shows but, I don't think he knows that I have noticed it even though I can see that little far out look in his eyes when I try to talk to him. He's also gone from long interested replies to simple head nods and hums which worries me a little so, I asked Steve out of my own fear that he was going through a depressive episode and didn't tell anyone about it.

He does it a lot.

But he's getting better.

Steve said that he's noticed it too in training when he only hits one spot on the punching bags and shoots the same spot on the targets but, shares nothing again with his adoptive brother so I've almost given up and waited for him. I have tried being patient with him and I don't think he is going to talk soon so, as he sits on the couch mindlessly flipping through the channels on the tv, not caring about the shows or even looking at them with how fast he skips them, I give Steve a small nod who stands in the kitchen and he returns it before leaving the room, knowing that I am finally going to talk to him. I walk over and place my hands on Bucky's shoulders then slide them down his chest where my hands cross and hug his sides with my chin resting on his left shoulder

"Bucky?" I murmur and all of that doesn't seem to break his concentration or thoughts even when I kiss his cheek several times. "Honey?" I speak a bit louder and he blinks before slowing down his fast clicking on the remote

"Hmm?" Bucky hums and glances at me

"I'm scared you're going rub the paint off the buttons." I smile a little but he doesn't return it and stares at my teeth with that distant look to his blue irises

"Sorry." He mumbles and sets the remote down, leaving the tv on a news channel

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" I finally ask and he looks at me once more but at my eyes this time

"Nothing?" He says while shaking his head slightly and I sigh as I stand up, sliding my hands back up his chest

"Okay." I huff and go to step back but Bucky grabs my left hand with his and looks over his shoulder with the most emotion I've seen him express in the past few days which is worried raised eyebrows

"Stay, pretty." He simply speaks. "Sit with me, please." He requests and I look down at my hand in his before I reach over, prying his fingers off my hand. "моя любовь?" His face falls and he follows my movements sharply when I walk around the side of the couch and stand in front of him while holding out my hand

"I would like to talk with you." I more of demand than ask

"Why?" He asks. "I was just about to put on a movie. Wanna watch it with me?" He almost smiles

"No, Bucky." I shake my head. "I want you to talk to me." I tip my head to the side a little, looking at him worriedly

He looks between my hand and my eyes and eventually sighs in defeat before slipping his left hand into mine where he stands up and I immediately teleport us to the roof after glancing at the tv to see that it is not raining since New York loves to rain during the snowiest month of the year. Bucky looks around with a confused expression when seeing that we are now dressed in coats, hats, gloves, and thermal sweatpants even though he won't need them but, I like to make sure.

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