this has spoilers, don't read it if you haven't seen Endgame.
this is really short. i'm not used to writing Bucky. i'm trying my best though, i hope this is good.
here, have a few chances to click away.
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When Steve volunteered to leave, and to put the stones back, I knew he wouldn't come back.
The knowledge hurt. It felt like a punch to the stomach. But that was nothing compared to seeing him, sitting there on the bench.
I thought I was important to him. I thought we had something, and I thought he loved me.
I thought we could have had a life together. I wanted to grow old with him, to kiss him, to wake up next to him, to share my life experiences with him.
I wanted him.
And I guess he didn't want me.
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Mystery / Thrillerfluff, angst, and whatever else is needed NO SMUT REQUESTS ALWAYS OPEN