Asymmetry
candlemaker
Summary:
“Isn’t that weird?” Sam starts, raising an eyebrow at Bucky’s parallel self. “Sam-“ Bucky tries to interject, looking increasingly distressed – but it’s no use. “I mean, you third wheeling Steve and his wife out here in the middle of nowhere?” Sam finishes, and Bucky can only cover his face with his metal hand and wish the ground would swallow him whole, knowing what is coming as surely as he has ever known anything. “Pal,” the Other Bucky replies with a smirk, holding up his flesh hand to show off a thin silver band while the real Bucky stares resolutely at the ground, “I am his wife.” Or Of all the parallel universes they could have ended up in, Bucky can't think of a worse one than this - one that serves as a constant reminder of everything he's ever wanted, and everything he can't ever have.