I love you (Clintasha)✔️

✬♧14♧✬ Again

"Bucky!"

The first thing Clint heard the next morning stirred him from his sleep and his head slipped off the armrest of the couch.

Blinking a few times to orientate himself, he then realised it was Natasha whom he'd heard.

Clint ran into the room to see Natasha sitting on the bed with the duvet tucked to her waist, one hand holding her temple, frowning.

Sensing that Clint had walked in the room, she looked up at him.

"Did I know someone called Bucky?" Natasha asked, tone hopeful and bordering excited.

Clint hesitated then nodded solemnly.

"C-can I see him?" Natasha asked uncertainly, cautiously.

Clint's eyes settled on Natasha - hurt, so much hurt.

It was good news that she remembered some things, just not things that involved him. It was a stab to his heart, the love of his life wanting to see someone else, when he was right there with her.

His heart felt constricted, contracting painfully. It was the worst feeling in the world, he couldn't blame her, he couldn't blame anyone, yet he wanted to so badly. If the situation at hand was a person, Clint was sure he would strangle the life out of him. He just wanted everything back to normal, he wanted his happy, blissful life back, he wanted his wife back.

Clint wished this was all a terrible nightmare that would be over if he'd just wake up.

But he was awake, and living it.

Natasha waited, and Clint just couldn't disappoint her.

Smiling sadly, he proceeded to call Bucky.

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Bucky had just cleaned and returned the weights to shelf when his phone rang.

Wiping his forehead with one end of the towel around his neck, he took one look at the caller ID.

Clint.

He hadn't heard from him in so long, since his and Natasha's wedding.

He let his thoughts drift back to her happy smile as she walked down the aisle, looking absolutely stunning.

He was happy for her, he made himself feel so, although it took all he could to stop himself from admitting that this was how he dreamed and wanted his future to be like - with Natasha in it.

That day he made peace with his feelings, at least he believed he did.

But all these years he was still waiting, for who? He didn't know. He just waited.

Many a time Steve would introduce him to some of Peggy's good friends who were beautiful, capable, amazing women. He just wasn't interested.

Steve would encourage him to give himself a chance and told him so countlessly 'you never know if you don't try' that it became simply a routine rather than an effort.

Steve would ask why, and he could never give him a convincing answer.

But Bucky did know why. Deep in his heart he knew that no one could ever take that special place that this captivating red-haired girl has been occupying. She took that place years ago when he first saw her in the gymnasium during gym class, and she never left since then.

Now with his job as a personal trainer, he spent most of his time at the gym, and he was glad for it kept him occupied and distracted and took his mind off his heart.

Bucky was drawn back to reality when he realised that his phone was still ringing.

Curious as to what Clint wanted, he answered the call.

"Hey Bucky." Clint sounded tired, sad even.

"Clint. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"...Natasha wants to see you." When he spoke, his voice audibly got smaller, as if he was afraid to verbalise that.

Bucky was surprised. He was excited at the thought of seeing her again, yet he was nervous.

To come so close to someone you can never have...sometimes it's better to never see them again.

Bucky didn't answer, but he could hear Clint continuing on the other end of the line.

All he could register was a place, a date, a time, before the call ended.

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