-In which, despite Indigo and Bucky's shattered and bruised state, their love for each other is the anchor that prevents them from completely crumbling.
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[Book Two]
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6 Months Later...
Indigo sighed as she looked down, her hand resting protectively over her swollen belly. Her once athletic frame now felt cumbersome, her abdomen protruding prominently. She chuckled softly, noting how her baby bump seemed to have a mind of its own, constantly getting in the way.
Each step felt like a careful negotiation, her body adjusting to the newfound weight and dimensions. Indigo had always been very clumsy, but now her movements were measured and deliberate.
After returning from the Garden and killing Thanos, the team dispersed, each grappling with their own grief and sense of purpose. Nat, Steve, and Indigo remained at the compound, finding solace in their shared loss and their unbreakable bond.
However, Indigo felt a pressing need for space. The constant attention and concern from well-meaning friends and acquaintances began to weigh heavily on her. It felt suffocating, as if every move she made was scrutinized, every emotion dissected. She needed room to breathe, to navigate this new chapter of her life without feeling like she was constantly under a microscope.
So, with a resolve born of necessity, Indigo made the decision to move back into her apartment in Queens. It was a modest space, but it held a sense of familiarity and independence that she craved. The city buzzed with life outside her window, offering a comforting backdrop of anonymity amidst the chaos.
It still felt surreal to be here without Steve and Nat constantly around, but they had all agreed that some space would be good for everyone. She missed the bustling energy of living next door to May and Peter, their absence a reminder of the changes in their lives.
Sleep eluded her, haunted by memories that felt more like cruel, vivid replays than mere nightmares. Among them, the most haunting was the memory of Bucky turning to dust in her arms, a moment etched painfully into her mind.
"Are you sure you want to paint the nursery blue? What if it's a girl?" Steve asked, stepping into the room with a stack of paint cans in his arms.
Indigo glanced around the nursery, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. The soft blue paint she had chosen seemed to echo with the anticipation and uncertainty of the weeks ahead. She knew she needed to finish preparing for the baby's arrival—she was due in just a couple of weeks—but the absence of Bucky weighed heavily on her.
The blue she had chosen reminded Indigo of Bucky's eyes at their happiest—soft and beautiful. It was a poignant reminder of one of their last conversations, when they had argued over nursery colors before he...
Indigo shook her head, dispelling the memories that threatened to overwhelm her. She glanced up to see Nat entering the room with a bundle of paint brushes. Without a word, Nat handed one to Steve and then turned her gaze to Indigo.
