Gallium // Bucky Barnes // 18+

69. My fault.

Oceans away, emotionally
Running in place, lying awake
You say your past is gonna cut me
Yeah, I can take a little beating
You say you're such a mess
I like the mess you make
Think you're too hot-headed
You're not that hard to tame
When your puzzled heart's
missin' a piece or two
That's good enough for me
I love what's left of you.

~What's Left Of You.
(By: Chord Overstreet.)

Mind is a mental maze. Escaping is next to impossible. It the best and the worst feature of a human body. Sometimes, it forces you to see the brighter side on dark days and then the next day, when you're ready, it won't let you.

Soon to be married couple, Bucky and Krystal had decided on a date to tie the knot and the preprations were be done for the auspicious occasion. Even though, Bucky wanted to hire the best wedding planner, his best mates didn't let him and upright told him that they'll be planning the "wedding of the dreams" in their words, for their favourite couple.

Krystal was bombarded with work as soon as she rejoined the firm. But being the perfectionist that she is, managed to handle everything swiftly with Bucky's help, who obviously insisted on providing his expertise, everytime he had a little time on his hands. Peggy and the associates also aided with the work that was getting stagnant.

Working in her office, Krystal was pretty deep into her designs.

"Hey, gorgeous." She heard and snapped her head up to look at Bucky standing by the door, leaning on the frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Hey, you're meeting ended?" She asked with a soft smile before getting back to her work while Bucky walked inside the office.

"3 hours ago." He said reaching beside Krystal, behind her desk.

"What?" She gave him a shocked gesture before giving a glance on her wrist watch, "oh!" She exclaimed, getting surprised how time flew.

"Do you remember what day it is?" Bucky asked, rotating Krystal's chair, to make her look up at him and drop her work for a second.

Cocking her head, "Saturday." She said as a matter of factly.

"And?" Bucky asked raising his brows at her, moving his palm over to slide it over her cheek to brush his thumb over her skin.

Krystal thought for a second and then turned pale.

"No." She said in a deep voice as she realised.

"Yes." Bucky said nodding his head.

"No no no no no -" Krystal snapped her head and picked up her phone to see her calendar, "No!" She whined seeing that she had a reminder that she missed.

"You really missed the date for our wedding clothes measuring?" Bucky asked leaning on the desk, mocking her.

"Damnit, Peggy and Wan called me like 30 times and sent me so many texts." She said shaking her head and opening the texts from her best friends.

"Mm hmm." Bucky crossed his arms, looking down at her with squinted eyes.

Krystal looked up at him, "I'm so sorry." She said with apologetic expressions.

"It's alright, I asked the designers to work overtime." Bucky replied, sincerely.

Chuckling, lightly, "ofcourse, you did." She sighed, like a load swept off her shoulders. "Well, looks like your open bar got raided." She said showing Bucky a picture of Wanda, Steve, Peggy and Vision, having almost a party at Bucky's house-in bar at his house.