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Indigo's footsteps quickened as she ascended the stairs to Bucky's apartment, anticipation and apprehension mingling in her chest. She had been so eager to see him, but now a knot of worry tightened in her stomach. What would she find on the other side of that door?
As she reached the landing and approached his door, her hand hesitated just before knocking. Before she could make a move, the door swung open, revealing Bucky standing there, framed in the doorway. Her heart sank at the sight of him; he looked worn, as if the weight of the world rested heavy on his shoulders. Dark circles under the skin beneath his eyes, and lines of exhaustion etched themselves on his face. It was clear he hadn't slept in days, and the sight tugged at Indigo's heartstrings.
But despite his weary appearance, there was a flicker of something in his eyes as he looked at her, a spark of recognition and relief that softened the tired lines of his face. Without a word, he reached out and pulled her into the apartment, his movements gentle yet urgent.
As she stepped inside, she couldn't help but take in the state of the place. The apartment was dimly lit, the shadows dancing across the walls in a haunting ballet. The air was heavy with a sense of unease, as if the very walls themselves were holding their breath.
But amidst the darkness, there was a warmth to the space, a sense of familiarity and comfort that wrapped around Indigo like a blanket. It was Bucky's presence, she realized, that lent the room its sense of solace, his silent strength a beacon of reassurance in the midst of uncertainty.
And then, as Bucky enveloped her in his arms, all the worries and fears that had been swirling around in her mind melted away. In that moment, there was only the two of them, clinging to each other as if they were the only lifelines in a storm-tossed sea.
Indigo buried her face in Bucky's chest, breathing in the familiar scent of him, a mixture of leather and cologne that sent shivers down her spine. She felt the steady thud of his heartbeat beneath her cheek, a comforting rhythm that anchored her in the present moment.
For a long while, they stood there in silence, simply holding each other, finding solace in the simple act of being together. And as Indigo looked up at Bucky, she saw something flicker in his eyes, a glimmer of hope amidst the weariness and despair.
Indigo pulled away gently from Bucky's embrace and cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing lightly against his stubbled cheeks. Her heart ached at the sight of his weary expression, and she swallowed hard before speaking.
"Oh, James," she began softly, her voice tinged with regret. "I'm so sorry."
Bucky's eyes searched hers, his own filled with a mixture of sadness and longing. "I've been waiting for you to call for days," he said, his voice carrying a weight of disappointment.
"I got hurt but--" Indigo began, her voice trailing off as she watched Bucky's concerned reaction.
Bucky quickly cut her off, stepping back to assess her with a sense of urgency. His hands moved swiftly, lifting her shirt to inspect for any signs of injury. He checked carefully, his brow furrowing with concern as he scanned her for wounds. Turning her around gently, he continued his thorough examination.
