My Life Before You

Chapter 22

Bucky's POV

*BANG BANG BANG*

"Wake up, Bucky! We're leaving in 20 minutes", Sam shouted from the other side of my door. As he walked away I could hear his steps slowly fade.

I groaned and rolled on my back. "Getting ready for what?", I mumbled to myself. "Oh...right. Today is y/n's...". My words fade away at the thought. Not wanting to finish that sentence I rolled out of bed and headed to my bathroom.

After taking a quick shower I brushed my teeth and got dressed. Once I was done I headed to the dining room. The closer I got the more I could smell an aroma of food. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and potatoes.

Sam stood by the stove cooking. "What's all this for?", I asked and sat at the counter bar in the kitchen. "For today", he simply answered. "I thought we could start the day with a good breakfast"

Filling a plate up with food Sam set it in front of me with a cup of coffee. I waited to eat until he was ready to. Sam quickly made his own plate and sat down next to me. We ate in silence, but it was a comfortable silence. Once we were finished Sam grabbed our plates and cleaned up his mess from cooking. I offered to help, but he refused.

"Alright, are you ready to go?", he asked.

I looked over to him lazily. "Have you talked to Wanda at all?". He shook his head. "I haven't even seen her since last night", he walked around the couch and sat next to me.

"Did...did you know her feelings for y/n?"

Sam stayed quite for a moment before answering. "I-...I had a hunch. The way Wanda talked about her and watched her from afar. She wrapped herself entirely around y/n. I mean anyone could tell she was in love", he chuckled lightly.

"Y/n didn't. She was completely oblivious to it and so was I", I sighed, slowly sinking into the couch. "Do you think if y/n knew Wanda's true feelings she would've been with Wanda instead of me?"

Sam shifted uncomfortably like he didn't want to answer. "Well, I'm not to sure. Maybe if Wanda told her before she met you, but y/n fell for you pretty quick that I don't even think Wanda had time to tell her"

"But why didn't she at some point? I mean me and y/n did start dating til months after we met. Wanda had all that time to tell y/n her feelings"

Sam gave me a sad look. "Just like I said y/n fell for you pretty quick and we all knew it, including Wanda. She probably saw how happy you made y/n and she loved her too much to take that away from her"

I sighed and buried my face in my hands. Wanda's been suffering this whole time. I think back to all the times we were kissing and just being all lovey dovey in front of her. She was probably crushed seeing it. I swear my guilt just grows everyday.

Sam patted me on my back. "Come on, man. I wanna get there before 2", Sam got up and grabbed his keys.

"Hold on. I'll be back", I said.

"Alright man", was all he said before sitting back on the couch.

I walked out the living room and headed over to our rooms. I walked over to Wanda's door and knocked...no answer. Slowly I opened the door expecting to see Wanda, but she wasn't there. I contemplated on where she might be. Suddenly an idea popped into my head.

Walking to the far back of the hall sat three rooms. "Natasha's, Steve's, and y/n's. I walked towards y/n's room. I reached my hand to the doorknob, but stopped when I heard soft sniffles from the other side. It had to be Wanda.

I tried to get myself to open the door, but couldn't. I've been in the room once since y/n died and I had a sever panic attack. I felt like I was dying, it was horrible. Sam couldn't calm me down no matter what he did. At some point he had to drag me out and take me to the hospital.