Damaged

Pain

Steve acted like he couldn't see, but he knew. He knew the way his best friend looked at her. Every time he would get caught staring, Steve would give him a silent, sad smile, indicating the hopelessness of the situation.

Bucky didn't know what to do.

How do you tell someone you love them when their mourning for someone else? How do you confess a love you are sure is one-sided?

These are the thoughts that plagued him almost every day. The war was over. There was no life for him. He sat in the Avengers Building for days on end without talking to a soul. Steve knew how much he suffered, he could see the pity in his eyes. But, Steve also knew he couldn't provide him the comfort that he needed. He was in pain and he knew there was only one person who could help. 

Wanda. Her soft hello's and her fleeting touches were the highlights of his day. A sun in his dark world. The moon in the night sky. She could ease his pain. She could look into his mind, walk through his memories, take all the hurt away that kept him up through the night. But, all he could think was, what about her pain? He could see the pain behind her eyes, radiating like the fire from her hands. The inner turmoil of losing someone, another someone, was eating at her. Pietro and Vision. Gone. Just like the love she once had in her eyes.

He wanted to make her feel better. But, what could he do? He didn't know how to comfort, how to love. He can't even take care of himself. 

He wished he could change that