The Witch's Game | WinterWitch| Bucky x Wanda +18

The French and The Wench

She waltzed down the airport wearing a black shirt and black skirt, a cardigan sweater with some short black pumps and a scarf around her neck. She was giving off huge Audrey Hepburn vibes as she held a black coffee and one hand and one luggage bag in the other.

Meanwhile behind her, poor Bucky
(who had recently cut off his long hair) was struggling to juggle so many bags in his arms. He just could not understand why a single human would need so much clothes. He himself was wearing jeans and a black long sleeve and pretty much every item in his bag consisted of the same thing.

You could tell by their comfortably quiet demeanor the ride their had been long. They looked beyond exhausted.

"Why does everybody have to think so loud?" she mumbled in her native tongue to Bucky. That's one thing she loved about him. She could talk to him in French for all she cared and he'd know exactly what she was saying. Talking about French, that's where they were right now. France, and damn did the French think loud. All that was causing the poor girl a headache. She couldn't understand a single thing they were saying, well, thinking. If Pietro was here he'd know. He learned french in 2 hours so he could talk to a pretty girl once.

3rd Person POV
They headed towards the exit. It was a funny view really.
Just a scrawny little woman with a giant man behind her who looked to be extremely strong...yet holding a bag of tampons
with his teeth
and balancing a shoe box on top of a gazillion suitcases for dear life.

"Ugh Americans!" Wanda could decipher the amount of times she heard French ladies thinking that.
That caused the brunnete to turn angrily towards the old woman. That was it she'd had it.

"You know what lady if you keep so godamn rude to tourists who by the way aren't even American I'm gonna beat yo-" Bucky dropped the tampons bag in a desperate attempt
"Wanda.....no" Bucky pleaded
She turned to look at him

One finger stuck in the air in indignation as she huffed. "Ugh fine!"
She gave in mumbling words like "stupid" or "Americans" under her breath

Bucky grasped as many things as he could in one hand and raised his hand for a cab...while the toddler looking woman huffed and almost kicked cross armed.

(Time pass)

Wanda's POV
The drive home....was okay it would've been better if it wasn't for the stupid wench...

That's not true.

I'm just moody because I can't stop thinking....

The dream
It felt so...real..
And I couldn't find the words to tell Bucky...I felt that if I did... if I fell for him it would be a disaster....

I already lost pietro.
I'm not going to lose him too.

We arrived at our current apartment...rented out by none other than momma Steve....

3RD PERSON POV
Wanda opened the doors to their....not really new temporary home.

It was a wonderful apartment on the second floor of " la Ville des Violettes" with a very cozy....

Wanda walked through the house taking note of the lack of space in every room

ONE BATHROOM.
You've got to be kidding me.
At least there's a God damn kitchen. And two....fuck...
"THERE'S ONLY ONE ROOM?!"

"Calm down princess you might burst a nerve..." Bucky rolled his eyes in annoyance "it's not like you haven't slept near me before"

"It's not the same!"

"Because you made it that way"

"That's just the way it has to be!" Wanda retorted

"Why because you think I'm gonna leave you like everyone else?!" Bucky screamed.

Which was odd..

Bucky never screamed at her before...at least not like that...

She could tell it was because he was hurt. She hurt him.
And deep breath in....that hurt... both of them knew it was true... things were different now. But it still hurt...

"Just shut up." Wanda answered...that's all she could say at the moment...it's all that came out.

She headed to the room as Bucky made himself comfortable in the sofa...that giant man could sleep anywhere. He could be on a moving B
boulder and would still calmly snore and drool.

Bucky's POV
Sigh
I sat up in the living room and walked toward the kitchen..looking over at the stove for the time. 2:59 AM. Perfect.

It's not like me to not be able to sleep

When I was under the control of hydra I was put to sleep standing for ages. Not that I could tell time, but it definitely built some sort of immunity towards the need for commodity.

I glanced over to the room down the hallway...

I want to crawl into bed with her so badly....
I miss her warm hugs...her scent...that wonderful scent that smelled like a mix of baby powder, gardenias, and vanilla espresso.
....she was like a shot of espresso...she was my sunshine...(see what I did there)

The thing is...I could.
I could easily crawl in and all of this would be simpler...but she didn't want me anymore..and...

I don't know why.