it's you and me up against the world, it's you and me

[dysmorphics]

 

 

 

 

I don't need a parachute, baby if I've got you
Baby if I've got you, I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me,
You're gonna catch if I fall
( 🎶 )

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[dysmorphics]

Steph suddenly felt light-headed and weak in the knees, as if Bucky's hand on her waist was the only thing holding her up. She hadn't realized just how much she needed this. Maybe it was the loneliness. Maybe it was suppressing all those big feelings. Or maybe because she'd been at the verge of once again giving up on everything, and he came just in time to save her.

"I was gonna end it all," she admitted with a sob, practically collapsing in his arms. It wasn't an appropriate response by any means, but he had to know. She owed him the truth, no matter how ugly it was. He had to know what he was getting into with her. "After tonight. After I took you to see her." She didn't know how, but that had been the plan. There was no point living in a world without him — or in one where she had failed him.

"But you... you stayed." Even after she fucked things up. He stayed, and he held her, and he didn't hate her, and that meant more than he could ever know.

[hadagreatpast]

Steph's admission made Bucky's eyes widen in a mix of shock and fear. Shock that she would go that far for any reason, and fear of losing her for good. But that only lasted for a second before he moved, one arm wrapping tightly around her waist and the other wrapping around her shoulders in a tight hug, holding her close.

"You can't- You can't do that, Steph. To you or to me," he said as he clung to her, his chin on her shoulder. Even then, he knew it was stupid to make it about him even slightly, but he'd say absolutely anything to convince her not to do anything that stupid.

Plus, if he knew for sure she was gone for good--not just some stupid rumors that people were trying to link to his missing best friend--Bucky couldn't be sure he wouldn't be right on her heels.

Men weren't supposed to cry. That had been drilled into Bucky's head since he could remember. But that didn't stop him from feeling his eyes well up as he squeezed them closed.

"Of course I stayed, punk. Since you pulled that stupid scarf off your face, I've taken every chance to stay with you. I spent too much time trying to find you to just... leave."

[dysmorphics]

Steph was quiet for a moment, but she held on to Bucky as tightly as she could without hurting him. He was alive and whole, and now with the chance to live out the life he never had, yet he was saddling himself with the broken, damaged version of his best friend. He deserved better than her, anyone but her, yet he wanted her anyway.

"I don't deserve you," she said eventually, no longer sobbing but voice still thick with emotion. "But I'll stay for as long as you want me to." That had been one of his assertions earlier, that her mission should have been his call, not hers. He didn't want to be saved if it meant being parted from her. If she had known — if she had asked — then it wouldn't have come to this.

She hoped Bucky was fine in their timeline. Mad at her, probably, but she could live with that. Hopefully having the younger, sweeter, less jaded version of herself around would be good for him. He deserved to be happy, after everything.