The End
It was your third anniversary with Bucky and your first one as his fiancee. When you’d joined the team four years ago, you’d never expected to fall in love with the Winter Soldier. To many in the outside world, he was still the Hydra pawn that they would never quite trust. It hadn’t you long to see the man beneath the cold exterior.
The two of you had danced around each other for months before the others finally got tired of it. One night, after a successful mission Tony had convinced the team to play Truth or Dare. Once the game was in full swing, Clint dared you to spend seven minutes alone with Bucky in the closet. Never one to back down from a dare, you’d merely grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him along, your heart pounding as you shut the door behind the two of you.
Neither of you had spoken, just standing there in silence, each afraid to be the one to break the spell that had fallen over you. When Bucky’s tongue swiped over his lip, you had taken a half step towards him without breaking your gaze. His hands rested on your hips and it was like a dam broke. Suddenly, the two of you were wrapped up in each other. So much so that you hadn’t noticed that Tony had flung open the door and snapped a picture until the flash lit up the room. Without breaking the kiss, you’d reached out and grabbed the door, slamming itshut again.
Over the years to come, the two of you had served together on countless missions. Where he went, you were always quick to follow and the two of you were a force to be reckoned with. You were a mutant, and you had the power to make small force fields, nothing big like Wanda, but yours were small and powerful. When the fighting got heavy, you and Bucky could always be found near each other, looking out for one another.
A week ago, you’d begun to feel sick and exhausted and you couldn’t figure it out - until you counted back to your last period. You’d raced to the store and taken three pregnancy tests. You were determined to keep it a secret until today. What better gift to give him for your anniversary than the family you’d often talked about?
Over the last week, Nat had helped you plan everything. You hadn’t told her you were pregnant, but when you told her you wanted this anniversary to be perfect she’d been more than happy to help. She’d helped you find the perfect little diner for you two, nothing too fancy but something comfortable and homey. You’d gone on countless shopping trips until you’d had just the right outfit, and the two of you even got the full works at the spa.
This morning, you had picked up the blood result tests from the doctor that said you were pregnant. Sure, you could give him a positive pregnancy test but you were hoping that it would take him a moment to figure out what the paper said. You loved his face when he was curious, reading something intriguing and you couldn’t wait to see it dawn on him what it meant.
As evening rolled around, the nerves began to set in as you got ready. You hadn’t seen much of Bucky the last week, too afraid you’d accidentally slip up and tell him and you missed him. You were finishing getting ready, pulling your hair back into a ponytail when a knock on the door caught your attention.
“Come in!” you called, continuing to work on your hair as the door creaked open.
You could see Bucky’s face in the mirror as he walked in, and you sighed. You knew that look on his face. Setting down the hairbrush, you turned and sat on the bed, patting the space next to you. Bucky sat on the chair at the foot of the bed, ignoring you.
“Let me guess. Mission came in and we have to go?” you asked, sighing.
“No. I mean, yes, I have a mission, but we need to talk first” he was looking everywhere but at you.
You scooted closer to him and reached to take his hands. What you didn’t expect, was him pulling back out of your reach. Frowning slightly, you leaned back and waited for him to talk. It was clear something heavy was on his mind.
“I can’t do this anymore” he started, “I can’t keep pretending”
“Bucky, what do you mean? What are you pretending?” your voice was soft, unsure.
“I don’t love you anymore [Y/N]” he paused, taking a breath before looking at you for the first time since entering the room the two of you shared, “We both deserve better than that.”
Your heart felt like it was ripping in two as you stared at your hands, sitting limply in your lap. You didn’t speak for a long moment, too busy blinking back tears.
“So that’s it? Where’s this coming from, Bucky? We can figure this out” you hated the way your voice broke as you plead.
“There’s no fixing this. We - you - need to move on.”
“I thought we had something, Bucky… I thought we…? Was I wrong? Did I mess something up?” unable to continue, you held up your hand, engagement ring catching the light.
“Your mistake, I’m afraid, was assuming I still had light in me. Doll, you should know by now all that’s left is darkness.” he got to his feet, staring at the ground.
“Please don’t do this” your voice broke, a sob escaping “I know there’s still light in you, Bucky. Stay with me, we can solve this.”
“I’m sorry, [Y/N” and with that, he was gone, the door shutting gently behind him.
You curled up in your bed, pulling your knees to your chest and sobbed, not caring if anyone heard you. The hours seemed to creep past, and you didn’t move. Your best bra dug into your ribcage, but even then you didn’t move. Your heart broke as you lay there, tears soaking the bed beneath you.
At some point, you must have fallen asleep. Wiping the sleep and tears from your eyes, you sat up and looked around the room. Even though everything had changed, everything looked the same. Your bag still sat on your nightstand, your lipstick sat open in front of the mirror.
Your stomach let out a loud growl, and you looked at the clock. It was midnight and you hadn’t eaten since lunch. Although you were tempted to just stay in your room, you didn’t just have yourself to worry about. At this hour, everyone who wasn’t on the mission would likely already be asleep so you should be able to make it to the kitchen and back before anyone even noticed.
You made it to the kitchen safely, and you began to dig around in the cabinet. You always kept a box of [Y/F/F] Poptarts in the back for when you were PMSing, but you needed it now more than ever. Turning to leave, you let out a squeak as you bumped into a warm chest.
Large hands steadied you as you stepped back, looking up to see Thor looking at you, bewildered. You quickly looked down at the floor again, not wanting him to see your tear-stained face.
“Lady [Y/N] are you alright?” his voice was soft.
“I’m fine,” you brushed past him, trying not to run as you headed back to your room.
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Thirty minutes later, you were shoving whatever you could fit into your backpack. Whatever had happened, Bucky didn’t want you that much you were certain of. You couldn’t stay here, seeing him every day would kill you. He could never leave Steve, and you’d never ask him to. Whatever happened, you knew he’d need his best friend.
You flung open your door, and for the second time that night bumped into Thor. You slung your backpack onto your shoulder and tried to squeeze past him, refusing to look him in the eye.
“Miss [Y/N], I must insist that you tell me what’s wrong” Thor stepped forward, resting his hand on your shoulder.
“I’m leaving, Thor” you grumbled, trying to shrug past him again.
“Do you have a mission?” His voice was puzzled as he looked you over.
“Just let me go, dammit!” you snapped, tears began to leak from your eyes again.
Thor nudged you back inside your room and shut the door behind him. He didn’t say a word, just pulled you against him. You sobbed into his chest, and he held you tight. No words were spoken as the minutes ticked by. Over the years, you had become extremely close to Thor. He was the closest thing you’d ever had to family, and right now that was definitely what you needed. Finally, you cried yourself out. He stepped back, hands on our shoulders and waited for you to speak.
“I’m leaving, and I’m not coming back. I can’t stay here anymore.”
“What happened, [Y/N]. Did someone hurt you? I’ll kill them. Just tell me who.”
“Bucky broke up with me and I can’t stay. I need to leave, please Thor. Let me go” your voice was pleading as you stared up at him.
“Would you like me to kill him? For you, I shall” he offered. You searched his face for any sign he was kidding, but his face was determined and you knew that if you asked, he would.
“No, Thor. Don’t hurt him. Please… I don’t want that, at all” you tried to be clear as you could with him.
“Where will you go?”
“I don’t know… As far as I can get from here. He’s on a mission, and I need to be gone before he gets back” you chewed your lip as you looked down at the ground, shifting back and forth on the balls of your feet.
“Come to Asgard.” Thor’s voice was earnest as he waited for your answer.