venom; tfatws x reader

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YOUR POV

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"WHAT THE FUCK?" Venom pops out over my shoulder, eyes squinted at the television in front of us in disgust. 

There's a man, clad in the iconic red and white striped suit, holding the shield that he has no right to hold. John Walker is his name, but I could care less right now. Shakily pulling out my phone, I dial Bucky's number while tuning out Venom's cursing at the blonde man.

"Hello?" His voice is rough, and I know he's pissed off just based on his tone.

"Hey, Buck," I whisper back, voice soft and wavering as the truth settles in. The 'new' Captain America is here, and I want nothing more than to see Steve wielding that shield, not this guy.

"Meet me in ten?" Bucky speaks after a few tense moments of silence and hangs up after I agree to meet him outside my apartment in ten minutes.

I'm in no rush to get ready, movement sluggish and slow as if I'm moving in slow motion, and maybe I am. I feel as though I'm watching everything through the third person. and nothing is making sense anymore. Venom has at least read the room, opting to stay quiet and retreat back into my body as I change and wash my face.

A slow knock is what knocks me from my stupor, and I quickly run to get my shoes on before opening my door to see Bucky hunched over slightly from the number of emotions coursing through his body.

Without saying a word, I pull him into a strong hug, a few tears slipping as we stand in the hallway of my complex with our bodies intertwined. If any of my neighbours were to see us, they would assume so many things, but the truth is far from it.

All we are is two people who are overcome with so much grief it's suffocating, and we need the other to rise to the surface before we sink too deep and drown.

Releasing each other after a few good minutes of sorrow and mourning, Bucky offers a small, awkward smile before gesturing towards my front door with his left hand.

"We gotta go see Sam, Y/N." He grimaces slightly, nose scrunched up before straightening out.

I give him a small strained smile back, thanking him softly as he holds the door open before closing it behind us. We're silent as we walk to the elevator, instead opting to bask in the rare silence around us. It's as if all of Brooklyn is mourning with us, and it's a comforting thought.

"Sam should've never given the shield away," Bucky speaks quietly, almost afraid to break the peaceful silence in the elevator.

Smiling was a little easier this time, and I know he notices from the way his shoulders drop as the tension from the previous moments is lost. I struggle with words for a minute, my head swarming with a million thoughts per second.

"Sam couldn't have known this would have happened, Buck," I say a little louder than him, watching emotions flit across his normally stoic face.

"you know Sam, and so do I. He loved Steve too, and I know he did what he thought was right." Bucky gives a little grimace but nods once I'm finished. Smirking, I give him a small nudge.

"Lighten up, grandpa. We've dealt with worse, eh?" He scoffs, mockingly glaring at me before nudging me so roughly that I smack the wall. Letting out a groan, I return his glare tenfold while he just smiles at me.

"Oops, guess the metal arm still has some performance problems. My bad." Scowling at him, I roll my eyes as Venom makes himself known by laughing obnoxiously from my shoulder.