Broken

Chapter 13

Bucky's POV

It's been a week since the team found out, and they were mostly supportive. The only ones who had a slight issue with it were Steve and Fury. Something about 'allowing emotions to get in the way of work' and the classic 'what if the breakup is messy?' Like, 'I don't know. What if there is no breakup?'

Charlie has been really happy about it, constantly reminding everyone that both her parents finally got together. It's also been a lot easier to look after her, Nat and I both knowing fragments about her and piecing then together bit by bit. It's like we're one big happy family- but I don't know if that's a good thing. Obviously, this is all I've ever wanted! I just- didn't think I could have it.

I'm lying down in my bed right now, trying to make sense of how I could ever have such luck. I was so invested in the thought, I wasn't aware of the person entering my room. "I knocked a couple times but you wouldn't answer. Do you want me to leave?" Nat asks from the doorway. It takes me a moment to process what she says, and I immediately begin to shake my head.

"No, no. Come in," I move over a little and pat the spot next to me. She sits and I look at her in confusion, getting up myself. "What's up?"

"It's nothing."

"Bullshit," I nudge her playfully, but quickly realise that she's not in a playing sort of mood, so I pull her in a hug. "What's the matter."

She sighs and gives in. "Does this all seem- I don't know. Like- does it seem... too perfect to you?" She asks hesitantly. "I mean- I'm happy! I am. It's just... i-it doesn't matter."

"No! No I get it," I press a small kiss to her forehead. "I won't lie, I've had my doubts too. I go from possibly the unluckiest guy in the world - losing everyone I love for decades of pain - to suddenly being the luckiest guy? With my own- well, kind of my own - family?" She rests her head on my chest, a ghost of a smile on her face.

"You deserve it, ya know," she whispers.

"What, the pain and torture HYDRA inflicted?" I chuckle at my dark joke, and Nat smiles uncomfortably.

"A family," she starts to draw invisible patterns on my chest. "Love."

"I'm not so sure," she looks at me concerned. "I've done a lot of bad things-."

"It wasn't your fault."

"It doesn't matter!" I get up and pace around the room, suddenly aware that everyone I've ever come near to has died, and I can't let that happen with Nat and Charlie. "I hurt those innocent people- no matter who was in control. It was me. I killed them."

"HYDRA was controlling you-."

"Exactly. They were controlling me," I sit back down, head in my hands. "Look, all I'm trying to sayis everyone I've been closed with has either died or left me. I can't let that happen to you."

"And it won't. I can take care of myself," Natasha tried to reassure me, yet it sounded as if she was almost defending herself.

"I know you can, and I don't doubt it for a second. But I don't know if I can if HYDRA comes back."

"I just-," she sighs, leaning further into my chest. "I want you and I don't know if that something I can have."

"I understand," I hold her tightly. "You're the best thing that has happened to me in a long time and I can't lose you just yet."

"Geez, it's only been a week and I'm already doubting myself," we both let out watery laughs and we eventually fall into a dreamless sleep, my arms still tightly wrapped around her tiny frame.

Charlie's POV

It's coming up to midnight and everyone is asleep (aside Tony and Bruce, who are still in the land and probably won't leave until morning). Peter and I are chilling in his room watching a show that he insisted on watching. And I'm not going to lie, it's probably the best show I've ever seen.

"Are you sure Dean and Cas never get together?" I say when the two of them have a scene alone, the love in their eyes undeniable.

He sighs in response, "unfortunately," I giggle at his cute longing face for the two of them to be a couple. (The amount of times I have screamed 'SNOG ALREADY' while watching them two is ridiculous lmao).

"Who's your favourite character so far?" He asks as season 4 comes to an end.

"Dean, easy. His sense of sarcasm is the only thing I'm living for right now," I reply without a moments hesitation.

He gasps dramatically, "I'm not good enough to be a reason for you to live?"

"No," I answer jokingly, sticking my tongue out at him.

He fakes sadness, quite well might I add. "Oh. Well, in that case..." he waits a moment before pouncing on me and tickling me. I squeal and try to push him off. I manage to grab his hands and he's frozen, so I take the time to regain my breath.

After a few moments I even breaths and realise what position we are in. His face is inches from mine and neither of us move. I am reminded of Mom and Bucky, as Peter and I were able to watch the whole ordeal.

I quickly sit up and Peter is moved back to his old position. "Um... lets- uh watch the next season," I suggest quietly, blushing furiously. Peter doesn't answer, just continues playing Supernatural. Things are a little awkward between us but it is quickly forgotten.

As we teach a couple episodes before the end of the season, my eyes grow heavy and I eventually give in to the lull of sleep, my head resting on something that I'm too tired to care about.