It is time to go back, my dudes.
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You always knew in your heart Steve didn’t belong to you. You just never imagined someone else did. Endgame Spoilers.
Warnings: Small amounts of angst but it’s all coated in FLUFF!!!
A/N: I’ve been writing this for a little while now, finally finished it off today and well, may as well upload it for you bbys <3 this is NOT a Steve hate fic. Sometimes in life, what we want isn’t always what we get, and sometimes, what we get is better for us :)
“Banner? Where is he? You said five seconds!” Sam’s panicked voice is drowned out by the thumping in your ears. Yes you knew what Steve’s plan was, yes you’d already cried, and forgiven him for it and yes, there was a part of you hoping he’d appear right back where he was, smile that beautiful smile at you, and kiss you stupid, apologising for ever thinking he could live without you.
That isn’t what happens though.
You see Bucky begin moving away, only to stop, calling Sam over. And that’s when you see it. That’s when you see him, sitting on the bench. You don’t need to get closer to see he’s aged, an old man now and you can’t even bring yourself to look at him, not even when Bucky looks at you over his shoulder expectantly.
You swallow and spin on your heel, trying your best to get out of earshot before your sobs become audible. You know Steve struggles to hear at around a hundred meters, so you count your steps, vision blurred completely into mottled oranges and browns, the fallen leaves crunching below your feet collecting your tears as you make your escape.
You don’t get far though, you should have known.
“Hey, wait— “ Bucky stops speaking when you turn, probably feeling awkward now that he’s staring at your puffy red eyes, face wetter than the pavement in a rainstorm. His own expression changes, from something tailored and put on, to sympathy, understanding and he shoves his hands in his pockets.
“You knew… didn’t you?” He asks then and you feel bad, but you can’t help but scoff, a humourless laugh leaving you as your lip curls up in a sneer.
“I’ve always known.”
He doesn’t follow you this time.
He would have seen the kiss goodbye Steve had given you, would have seen the countless small moments over the past week that spoke of your relationship. And yet, despite all of that, you’re humiliated to know everyone was present to watch as the man you’d spent the better part of ten years with, went and spent the rest of his life with someone else.
