𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆

Bᴜᴄᴋʏ Bᴀʀɴᴇs X Fᴇᴍ!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
| Dʀᴀᴍᴀ | Fʟᴜғғ | Aɴɢsᴛ | Lᴇᴍᴏɴ |

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Your mother often said that you dreamed too much.
Mostly about love - ever since you were little.
Your father said that you forgot too often.
Mostly the things that seemed most important.

And maybe it was a little true.

But if there was one person who loved that more than anything about you, it was Bucky.
He even admired you for it.

Sure, often forgetting to come home late at night brought problems - but that's what you had him for.
To rave about love and end up a little scowling in his arms - you had Bucky for that.

And he loved you for that.

And then ... then he didn't.

Because the memories of you blurred, in that jumble.
And no matter how unreal your decision was to everyone around you, the more understandable it was to you in the end.

You were angry and... frustrated. But first and foremost, sad and broken. Because what were you without Bucky? Who brought you home late at night, whose arms embraced you when you grumbled again that love was a cruel feeling after all?

That's why you left them behind. All of them.

Only to find him again in the end.
Had to be fate, I guess.

And even though it wasn't the Bucky you once fell in love with, it was - somehow - Bucky, wasn't it? That's why it seemed so right to you. That's why you thought it was okay.

Spoiler alert: it wasn't.

But you had to figure that out for yourself.
Even if it was years later, when you still dreamed.

Not about love anymore - and you rarely forgot anything important - but that it would be okay next time.

That you could ... could help.

And telling Bucky.
Everything he wanted to hear.