Inspired By Taylor Swift Series

Hits Different (Marvel)

(Part 2 to You're Losing Me)

"I love you!"

"No, I love you!" you slur, leaning across the table to emphasize your point to Wanda.

"No, no, I love you," she furiously shakes her head, slurring back to you. "And you know what? If you and Bucky can't figure this out, then - then love is a lie."

Nat cringes at Wanda's bold statement, trying to grab her hand to pull her away from the conversation, "Wanda-"

Wanda drunkenly shoos away Nat's hand, slamming her glass down on the table so hard you're shocked it doesn't break in her hand, "No, it's a lie! They are perfect for each other, Nat. Love is a lie!"

You fervently nod, your intoxicated mind wholeheartedly agreeing with Wanda, "Love is a lie!"

"You are both in long term, loving relationships, and you're both very, very drunk right now," Nat reasons, though it clearly goes in one ear and out the other.

Wanda leans over the table, grabbing your hands across the table, "You and Bucky are perfect together-"

"We're supposed to be getting her mind off of Bucky, not reminding her about him," Nat pointedly remarks, widening her eyes at Wanda, who doesn't seem to notice her faux pas.

"Bucky," you whimper, it was the first time you'd tasted his name in over a month. You so carefully avoided saying his name in your separation, saying it seems to open the floodgates, "I miss him."

Nat's mouth twists to the side, she gently coos, "I know you do, but -"

"We used to dance to this song all the time," you shout over the music, steamrolling over Nat's attempt to console you. You point to the speaker above you, "This was our song."

"You used to dance together?" Wanda blubbers. She turns to Natasha with wide, desperate eyes, "Nat, they used to dance together!"

Nat remorsefully sighs, regretting the moment she decided that she would stay at least mostly sober tonight, "I know, but right now, they-"

"We don't dance together anymore. He doesn't love me anymore," you brokenly whisper, tears welling in your eyes.

"That's not true!" Nat insists. "Please don't cry. If you cry, Wanda -"

"Love is a lie," Wanda sniffles, mascara tears welling under her eyes.

Nat groans, rubbing her temples. Even in the dim bar light, you can see the exasperation in her eyes as clear as day.

You understand Nat's frustration with you. You never don't cry anymore. These days it seems like you're always crying, at every bar, at every club. This isn't the first time you've absolutely demolished the upbeat atmosphere of a night out with your sadness.

It was contagious, and you wouldn't be surprised if you soon stopped receiving invitations.

He made a permanent mess of you.

"I should get another drink," you announce, harshly planting your hands on the table.

Natasha grips your hand, keeping you from taking off, "Not a chance, unless that drink is water."

You squeeze her hand, pulling her close to you, "I'll get custody of you guys, right? I know you have to work with him and you knew him first, but you're my friends too, right?"

"Of course we're your friends," Nat promises.

"Maybe I can get you guys on the weekend," you mutter.

"I don't think we need to worry about custody agreements just yet, alright?" Nat tries to assuage your concerns, she drops your hand, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze, "If I'm being honest, I still think you can work things out. He loves you."