𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 (𝒃𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚'𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏) • 𝒃.𝒃

𝔀𝓮'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮

{Previously: Maybe you just needed space.}

You found yourself pacing along the pavement outside of the apartment as your thoughts ran wild.

Tears poured down your face despite your attempts to contain them, not that you cared what anybody passing by would think.

Your hands furiously wiped away each escaped drop of affliction.

Honestly, when you'd left you weren't trying to cause a dramatic scene. The only thought that echoed in your mind was, "I need air."

And now you were standing here looking out at the city of Brooklyn realizing that once again, you could lose everything.

It's not that you didn't understand where they were coming from, because you did. You knew that they were possibly the last chance at winning this war.

Steve was the only super soldier, making him an asset. And Bucky, well, there's no Steve without Bucky.

But you couldn't help wondering what you would be without them. Maybe that was selfish, but fear consumed you.

After ten agonizing minutes of Bucky's knee bouncing up and down as he sat with his hands clasped together anxiously, you finally walked back through the door.

He practically jolted up from his spot on the couch and walked over to you before you could say anything. His hands reached your shoulders, "I'm so sorry, doll. I don't want to leave, but...I think I have to."

You gave him a weak smile, "It's okay, Buck." And you meant it. "Do what you have to do, but please, come home." You pulled him close to you and wrapped your arms around him.

He squeezed you tightly, "I will. I promise."

Part of you wanted to believe him, but how could you ignore the uneasy doubt that lingered between the two of you?