Our True Love [CA: Bucky Barnes]

Chapter 1

I sit by the table out on the balcony alone, enjoying the heavenly scent of jasmine flowers. They are growing out from the little rows of pots hanging on the railings of the balcony. A little gesture of appreciation towards nature by Tony. Even though, it was my idea for him to plant them out here. 

Thankfully, Pepper helped make the scene look better than Tony ever could. He was a man of logic with no sense of romance. So, he wouldn't know how make the flowers appear aesthetically pleasing like Pepper could. I have to say, this very scene is the reason why my heart doesn't feel as broken.

I hear the laughter burst from inside of the living room amidst the loud music. I swallowed the last few gulps of plain water from my glass. Alcohol is probably more reliable in numbing my pain, but I'd rather not go down that path. I watch the night sky fly over the Avengers tower, bringing along the blanket of stars that is hidden away by the illuminating light of the city.

I miss being able to go out in country side and watch the stars; getting lost in the never ending beauty they bring from billion miles away.

"You're not joining us?" Steve's voice startles me, knocking down my empty glass on the table. I pick it up before turning my attention towards him. I manage a small smile.

"Nah. I'm tired from work. Needed some time alone." I say, twirling the glass around in my hand. Steve pulls out a chair next to me before resting himself on it. He fiddles with his thumb while staring out in silence.

"I know you're hurt, Y/N." He starts again. I look back at the jasmine flowers.

"The flowers are beautiful, are they not?" I say in response. He knows how hurt I am. But I'd rather not confirm that with him. Steven looks up from his thumbs to follow my gaze towards the flowers. He nods slowly.

"Yes, they are." He answers softly. A small sigh escapes from his nose.

"You don't have to hide it from m—"

"Steve, please. I'd rather not. He is happy. So am I." I answer while looking at him. Pity emanating from Steve's tired blue eyes. I run my fingers through my hair, pushing it backwards out of my face. I can feel the tears well up in my eyes.

Bucky had just announced of his engagement with Rosaline, a HYDRA agent who was in charge of maintaining his mental status back when he was an assassin. He met her during a recent mission and convinced her to leave HYDRA. A month later, they are happily engaged to each other. She is a lovely girl who really cares about Bucky and loves him sincerely. And so does Bucky for her.

The thought made my chest tighten and stomach twist. A small tear finally escapes my eyes. I wipe it away immediately before taking a deep breath. They are perfect for each other anyways. So I should be happy for him. No hard feelings, right?

"Y/N..." Steve calls out, holding my hand in his. I let out a small gasp before pulling my hand away gently. The gesture startled me. I shake my head, mustering up a smile.

"I'm fine. A little sleepy." I say quietly.

"Steve!" Bucky calls out as he appears out of the balcony door. I look away immediately. I don't have the will to look at him right now.

"Oh, Y/N. You're here too? Come on in! We're about to crack open the champagne. Rosaline is also sharing some stories about HYDRA." He calls out to me excitedly. My heart twists at the tone of his voice. I've never heard him that happy before.

"We'll be there. Just need a fresh air." Steve says, saving me from talking to him. Bucky nods at us before disappearing back into the living room. I grip onto my jeans, trying so hard to control myself from letting more tears escape.

"Y/N. You should tell him." Steve says. I look at him surprised.

"I can't do that, Steve! I'll ruin our friendship. I'll even ruin his happiness. I..." I choke back on the words.

I didn't want to be the reason to ruin Bucky's new found happiness. Three years of knowing him is nothing compared to the eight years they spent together before. Yes, he was a brainwashed assassin, but he still remembers her nonetheless, even after ten years of no contact.

Steve reaches over to hold my shoulder. Clearly feeling sorry for me.

"Y/N, it is going to poison you. You need to tell him at least. He'll understand." I laugh quietly behind my tears. I ended up crying anyways.

"I was silly to think I can make him happy. When he said he had been wanting a family. Someone to come home to. Someone he can love, I thought I could be that person. But I was wrong..." I wipe them clean off, forcing myself to stop crying. I stand up from my chair, startling Steve.

"I'll be fine. I'm going home. Good night, Steve." I say quickly, leaving him alone just before he could process what I have said. I rush through the living room, avoiding anyone's view.

As I approach the elevator, I catch a glimpse of Rosaline and Bucky slow dancing with each other to the music. I can hear the crack in my heart at the sight of them. The rest are laughing and singing along by the couch, already drunk.

After I walked into the elevator, I see Bucky's eyes move up to me. From far, I saw his lips call out to my name. But the door had already closed then.

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A/N: I miss writing stories. I even miss posting them. So after a long while, I decided to finally post this fanfiction. It will be a short one, but there are chapters. Captain America's Bucky Barnes have been my favourite for a while now. So, this is a tribute for him. I apologize for any grammatical errors you may find in the story. I hope you enjoyed it, nonetheless. I'd love to hear your inputs on this story. Thank you for reading~

Next chapter coming soon!