@nexusbeing said : ❛ you’ve made me very happy. ❜
𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂.
or so his brain tells him, time and again whenever he happens to feel like he’s healing. changing, becoming something better. it’s a hard cycle, and wanda knows this. she’s never been anything but supportive, a rock to keep him grounded when sometimes the waves came on too heavy. still, part of him is burdened with a heavy conscious, and it echoes this particular day in the back of his mind as he comes to encircle wanda in an embrace, chin resting atop the crown of her head and arm encasing her shoulders. the kitchen window reveals an overcast day, raindrops hitting the glass intermittently and calming his nerves.
her words ease this burden, just so. “ have i ? ” he hums in reply, fingers making small gentle circles against her skin. eyes search the space before him, flickering from plants, to a distant alpine curled up on his sofa. he kisses wanda’s hair, an affectionate reassurance of his emotions, and lingers there, breathing in the familiarity of her. “ me too. ” bucky echoes quietly, words humming in his chest. grasp squeezes her faintly, and an ache pricks at his heart.
what a terrible kind of torment, to feel unworthy. to love someone so much, yet feel like it’s only a matter of time before they’re taken from you.
he fears loneliness, of course.
but perhaps bucky fears loving her too much, more.