Complicated Love (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Chapter 41: A New Start

Tony Stark's life. The was the price. 

Tony was a complicated man. When I first met him, I thought he was a clone of his father. He has made a bunch of bad decisions in his life, but he also was willing to make the dangerous play when needed. He knew what needed to happen in order to win this fight, and he made the sacrificing choice exactly one week ago. 

So many reunions happened the past week. We were able to create more Pym particles so we could return the stones to their original timeline, as well as myself. If I stay in this timeline, I could potentially be ruining the one that I am from. I will die in a week, but at least I could see Bucky one last time.

Currently, a bunch of Avengers who had no place to stay until the funeral were staying at the compound. Steve and I were in the laboratory with Bruce as he presented us the memory eraser. "Y/n needs to have no memory of her time here. It can affect the way she acts in her original time line," Bruce explains, as he hands Steve a briefcase. "The memory vial is inside this, along with the Pym particles and the stones."

"Thanks Banner, for everything," I say. He did all of this work, with only one functioning arm. It could not have been easy.

"Any time," Bruce says, giving me a small smile. "I'm glad the green doesn't scare you anymore." 

"Who said it doesn't?" I joke as Steve and I walk away, back to the corders him, Bucky and I are staying in. It has been really great staying with them. The entire week we have just been catching up on everything. Telling stories, watching new movies, and just being with each other, knowing it won't last forever since I have to go back. 

"Are you scared?" Steve asks, as we enter the elevator. He presses the button to our floor and the doors close in front of us.

"No," I simply state. "Death doesn't scare me. I'm just upset, you know? Leaving you two. It has been nice, being back together again."

"Yea, I get that. Maybe somehow we will all see each other again," he says. I don't see how that is possible, but I wasn't able to ask, as the elevator opens and Steve walks out. We walk out to the living room, where Bucky is sitting on the couch, watching a silent black and white movie. "Hey, Buck."

"Hey guys," he replies taking his eyes off the screen. "I'm still not sure if I should go. I feel like he wouldn't want me there." He is referring to the funeral. We leave in an hour and all week we have been going back and forth with Bucky on this topic.

"You just helped him save the world, Buck," I say, grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge.

"That was in the past. We all have moved on, including him. I think he would respect you for going," Steve states, sitting down next to him. "Just go. If you feel uncomfortable you can just sit in the car."

After a moment, Bucky gives in, muttering a soft, "Okay." 

"I am going to get ready, I'll be in my room," I tell the boys, going into the room that I have been staying in. In the compound, there were not many outfit options that were suitable for a funeral. I decided to go with some black slacks, a black body suit with a suit jacket. 

I put my hair in a low ponytail and start to do my makeup at the vanity in the bedroom. I hear a soft knock on the bedroom, and I say, "come in!"

Bucky opens the door, showing the outfit that he changed into. I look at him through the mirror, as he asks, "Do you think this is okay? There are no suits here." He was wearing some black pants with a zip up jacket.

"Yes, you look great, Buck," I say, giving him a soft smile. He returns one to me, sitting down on the bed behind me. He looks at me through the mirror, and shyly looks away when I catch him.