TFATWS Bucky Barnes
'everyone left him, *again*'
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"I'm basically a barrel of chaotic, unpredictable awesomeness wrapped in sarcasm, chimichangas, and bad puns. I’m the Merc with a Mouth, the guy who’s not afraid to make dumb decisions, crack jokes at the worst times, and somehow still survive. I’m charming, incredibly dangerous, and let’s be real—totally irresistible to the right kind of people. And by ‘right kind,’ I mean anyone who appreciates my... unique sense of humor and questionable taste in snacks."
Your singing fills up the kitchen while you're cooking dinner (Wade isn't allowed near the stove anymore) the way Wade is looking at you should be illegal.
*"Oh, the burning pain
listening to you harp on 'bout some new soulmate..."*
You sing. Wade is scrolling through his phone, looking at his Tinder profile. How ironic. You're singing about him, too. Yes, it was stupid of you to fall in love with a Merc, with your roommate, but could you help it? You could hear Wade talk about how his new match is so perfect, blah, blah, blah.
Oh, how you wish he'll wake up one day, run to you, confess his love. All the cheesy stuff. Though, you had to confess, you loved him from the start.
If only Wade knew, how you're always lying on your bed, staring into the blue. That's how you woke up this morning. Thinking 'I have to get this off my chest, I'm telling him today'.
You glance at Wade as he keeps yapping about his Tinder. He noticed the shift in your gaze as you're collecting your thoughts, your mind full of what if's. Is this the right place? The right moment? The right—
"You okay, shnookums?" Wade's voice interrupts your thoughts. Now or never.
'everyone left him, *again*'
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he only calls you when he’s high.
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🗡️| Back to her old roots | Post S2
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