𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐀³ - 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 † 𝘑. 𝘉. 𝘉

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈

TW: Mentions of loss.

[Devil In Me - Halsey]
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Beverly's POV

With the car parked, locked, and hidden in the underground garage, I walk up to the front door of Zemo's house. He told me that the spare key was on the porch of the house, but didn't say where. So, I tiredly search the pitch-black porch to find it. It is very early in the morning and all the lights outside are off. When I left before the moon rise, I was exhausted. I left at about 8 pm and almost fell asleep at the wheel through the 5-hour drive back. But, now I'm back and holding the front door key that I found under the flower pot. For a well-known sly and clever man, he really hides the key in the most obvious place ever.

I push the key into the keyhole, turn the knob and push open the front door. The usually bright and decorated living room is dark and messy. The windows are bare, and the moonlight shines through the glass. There is glass smashed all over the floor and a few items knocked off shelves and tables, now lying on the ground. I'm too exhausted to start cleaning it up, so I walk past the mess and down the hallway.

I yawn as I open the bedroom door, seeing it pitch black, just like the rest of the house. But, I know people are in because there is the sound of soft breathing coming from the corner of the bedroom. I carefully drop my bag beside the shut door and tiptoe over to the bed. I'm trying not to make any noise. But, the bedside light turns on, illuminating the room. Bucky leans on his elbows, inside the double bed, his hair messy and a lopsided smile on his face.

"Beverly," His voice is groggy.

"Hey, go back to sleep."

"Get into bed with me and I will."

I tear off my tactical gear and throw on the first shirt in the wardrobe. It goes all the way past my knees and smells exactly like Bucky. I crawl into the bed, getting snug on Bucky's side. With my head on his chest, he wraps his arm around me and pulls me even closer. I kiss his chest, and he kisses the crown of my head.

"I'm so happy you're back." His voice is the only sound in the room.

I close my eyes, and listen to the calm heartbeat under my head, lulling me into a much-needed sleep. Bucky strokes my arm, making sure I'm asleep before him. It is much appreciated and gets me into a deep slumber. My eyelids are heavy and it doesn't take long until my body stills and breathing slows down.

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We waited hours to get onto this storage train, and when we did, it was already getting dark. Sam sits on the floor, his back pushed up against a crate. He's been talking non-stop since we got on here, but I let him do it. It is clearly a nervous habit. Bucky and I sit on top of crates, facing each other. We are on our way to the next location for Karli.

"Okay, so let me get this straight," I ask. "They just took emo."

"Yeah," Sam nods his head. "They heard all the way from Wakanda that we helped Zemo escape and they took him back with them. He's probably locked up in their prison." He smiles.

Sam's eyelids are dropping as he speaks, and he constantly has to stop talking to yawn. Eventually, it becomes too much for him, and he stands up from the uncomfortable position. He clicks his back and starts making his way over to a small room on the side of the train. The yawning doesn't stop, even after he opens the sliding door and walks into the room.

"I'm going to bed. I'm pretty sure I saw some blankets and some folded beds."

The door shuts behind him and we are left in peaceful silence. I lie down on top of the crate, but Bucky groans at my actions. I look up at him and he is watching me with a disapproving expression. I laugh as I push the crate to touch his with my legs and shift so my head is on his lap. He smiles as he strokes my hair, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, really enjoying the feeling of his nails on my scalp.

"What happened with Wanda." He asks.

"I got her out of a dimension and fought this asshole and his group of guards."

"Okay, I'm going to need a better explanation than that." He laughs.

"When she lost Vision, that was the final straw for her." I open my eyes, seeing him looking down at me. "She somehow created a dimension where she saw him, her two kids, and her brother. But, she was keeping the citizens of the town hostage. So, to put a long story short, when she came out of the dimension the organisation that called me had a director who wanted to kill her. But, we stopped him."

"Jesus Christ," He sighs. "Poor Wanda."

"I know."

I sit up from his lap and turn to face him. That action caught his attention and he looks directly at me. I hold his hand tightly, pressing it against my chest. This scares him, and his soft expression turns to a concerned one. I don't speak for a while, too scared to say what is on my mind. But, when I do, my voice is squeaky and quiet.

"I'm scared of losing you too."

He takes his hand out of my hold and moves both of them to hold my cheeks. I close my eyes, scared of seeing his face after my addition. But, what he does next, surprises me. He presses his lips to mine, holding me in a passionate kiss. I reciprocate the kiss, melting like putty in his hands. When he pulls from the kiss, his hands don't fall from my face.

"I am too. I always am." He confesses. "But, I will never leave your side."

"I won't leave yours.

"I love you, B."

"I love you too."

I smile at the realisation that this is the first time in a while that we've been able to say this to each other. We are usually too busy and distracted to be able to say it, but, now that we aren't and we have a moment of peace together, I want to say it over and over again. It feels weird that we haven't said it that much over the almost 100 years we have been together, but, sometimes you don't need to say it. We show it to each other in our actions. I can feel the love seeping through every forehead kiss he does, every hug, every smile. I know that he loves me as much as I love him.

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