Forsaken: Y/n x Marvel

Chapter 37: Tesseract

Y/n woke up feeling drained. The events of last night replayed in her mind all night. She knew she made a mistake. She knew she hurt Bucky more than any knife ever will. She was still in the Sanctum when she woke up and heard voices.

"Strange?" She called out while walking into another room.

"My hair is not to be mediled with!" She heard a familiar voice shout. She walk into Strange's library and see him.

"Thor!?" She shouted exitedly. "You're back!!" She said running up to hug him.

"Y/n Ben! I missed you so much!! On my last visit you were proclaimed to be missing? I thought surely you're dead and probably beheaded. I had no faith. But you're here! You're alive. Yay!" He rambled and Y/n looked at him completely baffled.

"I don't know if I should be offended or appreciate that you feel safe enough around me to be that honest." She said and he laughed and hugged her tighter.

"If it helps I cried for three days." He said and she smiled.

"It does help." She smiled to herself.

Y/n’s heart lightened as she was wrapped up in Thor’s embrace, the warmth of his presence making her feel at home. His cheerful demeanor was contagious, but there was something about his words that made her pause.

Thor grinned and leaned against the table casually, as if recounting an old story. “Ah, well, nothing too dire. Oh, but Bucky! He was a mess. That man was an absolute wreck without you.”

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

Thor waved a hand nonchalantly, as if it were just a passing thought. “Oh, you know, the usual—brooding, pacing the halls like some lost wolf, refusing to sleep or eat properly. At one point, he even punched a hole in the wall. Stark wasn’t pleased about that, by the way.”

Y/n swallowed hard, trying to process the image of Bucky in that state. “He… he did all that?”

Thor chuckled as if it were amusing, oblivious to the gravity of his words. “Yes, yes! It was quite something. He couldn’t focus on a single mission. Kept looking over his shoulder, waiting for you to walk back through the door. It was honestly kind of pathetic.” He laughed lightly, shaking his head. “Steve even had to step in once or twice when Bucky nearly got himself killed. Couldn’t concentrate on anything. I’ve never seen the man so… hopeless.”

Y/n felt her chest tighten as Thor's words settled in. Bucky, the man she had hurt, had been falling apart because of her absence. She had known that she had wounded him, but hearing it in this way, from someone who had seen it firsthand, made the reality hit even harder.

Her mind raced as Thor continued, oblivious to the storm brewing inside her. “But no worries now!” he said with a big grin. “You’re back, and he’s surely better now.”

Y/n forced a smile, but inside, she was drowning in guilt. She had been so wrapped up in her own pain and confusion that she hadn’t realized just how much Bucky had suffered too. The image of him pacing the halls, lost and broken, kept flashing in her mind, and it was like a knife twisting in her gut.

She took a shaky breath, her voice quieter than before. “Thor… how bad was it, really?”

Thor stopped mid-laugh, noticing the shift in her tone. He frowned slightly, scratching his head. “Well… to be honest, Y/n, it was bad. Bucky… he wasn’t himself. It was like… like he was empty. He tried to hide it, but we all saw it. Even Stark was worried, and you know how he likes to keep his distance.”

Y/n clenched her fists, her heart breaking all over again. How could she have been so blind? She had been so caught up in her own turmoil that she hadn’t seen what was right in front of her—the man she loved falling apart because of her absence.