Gallium // Bucky Barnes // 18+

47. Tour.

Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I'd never lie
He said "be true," I swear I'll try
In the end, it's him and I
He's out his head, I'm out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it's him and I, him and I.

~Him And I.
(By: Halsey, G-Easy.)

TO: Sexual content, smut.

Hurricanes. Metaphorically, nobody likes a hurricane in their life. But when one does come into your life, your whole fuselage get's shaken to your core. Some are strong enough to smile through it, some are not. And Bucky and Krystal were about to step into the mammoth of a hurricane.

It had been a few days, since Bucky, Krystal, Wanda and Vision came back from Paris and dwelled back into their work as the recently engaged couple hadn't fixed a date for the wedding, yet.

It was the night of the alumni gala. An event, which was going to bring a colossal change in Bucky and Krystal's relationship.

Earlier in the evening, Shia and Carvo came to the house and worked their magic on Krystal and got her ready for the Gala.

Wearing a Black, asymmetrical neck line, silk gown with a slit cut with her hair fallen down with soft curls, Krystal was standing by the windows in the bedroom while Bucky was speaking to Ron, downstairs and hadn't seen her, yet.

She was looking out the windows when her phone started buzzing on the bed. Stepping over to the bed, she picked her phone to see Grant's name flashing on the screen.

Answering the call, "Hey." She softly said with a small smile.

"Hey, Krystal. How are you?" Grant's cheerfully voice came through.

"I'm good. Thanks, What bout you?" She asked, politely.

"I've been really great." Grant said gently. "Hey, listen, I know, I shouldn't be bothering you with this but-" he added, hesitantly.

"Is everything okay, Grant?" Krystal asked, furrowing her brows a little.

"Yeah, no, everything's fine. It's just, I spoke to Brock earlier-" Krystal sighed, listening to the name. "And he told me about the company."

"Grant-" she sighed "you shouldn't get in the middle of that, that's just business. James bought his company and that's that." She said in the sweetest way possible.

"No, I know but Brock's got nothing left. He's now working with me, because he didn't have anywhere else to go." Grant said in a deep voice.

"That's great-" Krystal said. "And Grant, I'm glad that we're friends again but do not bring any shit related to Brock into my life." She added sternly.

After a sigh, "Okay. I won't. I'm sorry." Grant said, understanding her.

"Thank you." Said Krystal. "Alright, I'll speak to you later." She added, softly.

"Okay, Bye." He said and Krystal hung up the call.

Turning around, she gasped when she felt a silhouette standing by the door.

"Jesus, Buck you scared me." She said, letting out a soft chuckle.

Wearing his black tux, Bucky stepped towards her, "I like the way you say my name." He said in a deep voice, gazing at her.

"Buck?" She asked, furrowing her brows a little.

"Yes- and the other one." He stood by her, glaring down at her.