[𝟭.𝟯] 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 ➣ {𝕛•𝕓•𝕓} ❘ [𝖒𝖛𝖔𝖒 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

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Dread was a thing that coursed like a river, all-consuming and, seemingly, never having an endpoint in sight. It ran through you mercilessly and left everything absolutely empty.

You were completely zoned out alone in your bedroom. Fresh tears kept falling down your hot cheeks and you rocked back and forth on your bed with a blanket draped over your shoulders. Replaying the conversation over and over in your mind.

"How can you accept it all in one go?!"

Bucky locked eyes with you, furious, "I am not! I—It's hard to explain," he sighed, "Look, I know you don't like to talk about feelings, but I'm here, okay? I'm also grieving,"

Your eyes were filled with tears, but you were too prideful to let them fall.

"This isn't right," he tried to persuade you,"Doll, please," he took your face in his hands.

"I don't care about what's right!" you snapped, stepping away from him, "What has being righteous ever gotten me?! Hmm?"

Bucky knew what you meant by that, "You have me. And we have our family,"

"Had," she corrected, her voice wobbling, "Not anymore," you shook your head, "I feel like this is something more than an explosion. Something beyond myself. I want to figure this out. And I need you to stay out of my way," she inhaled, "Buck, please," she finally looked up at him, "I have to try,"

"Even though your method is not ethical?" he held his hand out to you and you walked into him out of habit.

"No, it's not," you closed your eyes, "But I don't care. And it's the only way. Wanda said so,"

"Will it get you in trouble?" He held you closer to himself.

You nodded "But if it means that I can find out what happened to our children. I don't care about it,"

"And you're not going to stop," it wasn't a question, but a statement.

"No," you refused strongly, "Not until I get them back,"

"I love you," he whispered those words, his forehead resting against yours.

"But?" you prompted, knowing that this was coming.

"But, I—I can't watch you do this—I can't," he weakly pressed his lips against yours, both your tears mingling with each other.

You watched him step away from you as he wiped his cheeks and walked out of the front door of the house.

That was two days ago. It was an indirect silent goodbye. 

At least for now. Both of you hoped this was temporary. 

Because you wouldn't stop. You didn't want to.

Coincidently, your eyes darted to the side of the room where the Darkhold was seated on a bookstand with red and green mists stirring over it.

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