𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 ━━
✧˖*. | ❝I do not belong on this planet.❞ | ✧˖*.
On her home planet where she was kept as a prisoner, a woman with no name travels to earth in hopes of experiencing something new, and Bucky Barnes is definitely something she has...
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Bucky refused to lose another person who believed they had a duty to serve and fulfill. Sure, Steve was back with Bucky, but it was different. He was still Steve, but not the Steve Bucky wanted to grow old with. After Steve rescued him, he believed they could be best friends like old times again, going off to fairs in disguises and sparring together with their new strength.
Bucky wouldn't admit it to Steve, but a small part of him was hurt by him choosing to stay in the past. It was his choice and life, but after all that Bucky had been through, he still needed some guidance.
Now, Matilda dug a hole in Bucky's heart and resided there, and he didn't want her to leave. This time, he wouldn't let her go without some sort of fight and reluctance. He knew she didn't want to leave either, and Steve had helped her see that.
That only left what to actually do when the day arrived. Matilda and Bucky put off the conversation as long as they could until there was only a day left.
"Have you decided what you're going to do?" he questioned.
The two sat in her room in the middle of her bed. Bucky was wearing a hoodie, bundled up in a blanket with heat packets in his flesh hand. Meanwhile, Matilda was completely fine - as usual - wearing a shirt and shorts.
"I'm worried," she admitted after gnawing at her bottom lip for a moment. "Worried what will happen to you, Sam, Pepper, the earth if I do not go back."
"You're powerful," Bucky reminded. "You told me they don't have anyone like you. You shouldn't be scared or worried because you're powerful, and so are we. We can take whatever your dad throws at us."
"He's... He can get quite angry, Bucky," murmured Matilda. "Are you prepared for that?"
"It wouldn't be the first time I've dealt with an angry dad," he joked.
She huffed, shooting him a glare. "Bucky."
"Right, sorry. Tilda, we will be fine. Don't worry. Come here, doll."
He held out his arms, creating an opening on his lap. She crawled onto his lap, pressing her cheek against his chest. He wrapped his arms and the blanket around her, causing her to squirm.
"You're hot," she muttered.
"I know."
Even with her complaints about his body temperature being too hot, he held onto her as if she would disappear the moment she left his arms, but he knew better. He knew he would beat a thousand soldiers on his own if it meant not losing another person important to him. He was sure he would be able to defy her father because he was - for certain - no Thanos, and after everything the Avengers had been through, they weren't going to let another human extinction happen.
