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braveclementine · 8 months ago

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Chapter 22

Warnings: 18+readers only, angst

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs: Elizabeth Silvertongue and Clementine Greenleaf. I also own Clementines' brother Donavan. The following OCs are owned by other Wattpad writers as this is a collaboration project. Their OCs are on the face claim page. I do not condone any copying of this.

I didn't leave the building, since I knew my safety was still in question. I wasn't going to be unrational about the conversation I'd had with Bucky. I wasn't going to leave the building and then probably get kidnapped and tortured (again) just because Bucky had spoken his mind about his relationship honestly.

Besides, rational thought said that it was better to come clean now then in the future, or to find out through another person that having a woman in the relationship was not what Bucky wanted.

Of course, I knew Bucky hadn't meant his words, both in context or reality. I knew he enjoyed my company, and I'm sure that had I not had certain morals set in place, he would've happily enjoyed my company in another way.

But I also had to face the music. Bucky had loved Steve since the beginning of time and that sort of love never goes away. For Bucky to love Steve for that long, and also in that time period, I knew that his preference leant more towards men then women.

Maybe I was over analyzing it, I'm not sure. My thoughts were certainly running rampant as I took the stairs back down to where the Thanksgiving party had dwindled, but had not ended. Sam and Clementine were still spinning around on the floor, laughing. Loki and Ivy were in a corner, talking to each other with smirks on their faces. Tony and Bruce were laughing, sitting on the couch across from Natasha and Wanda, Tonys' head on Bruces' shoulder.

I sighed, going over to the bar, getting a Shirley Temple, and then headed out to where only ten minutes ago, I had been having one of the best nights of my life.

I stared into the fire, watching the s'more that Steve had accidentally dropped, continue to melt and crumble. I blamed it on the intense heat of the fire when I realized that tears were rolling down my cheeks.

"Damnit." I mumbled to myself. The Shirley Temple had frozen my hands, the glass which I put to the side, clumsily wiping the tears away, flinching slightly at how cold my own hands were.

A thin figure moved from the shadows, sitting down next to me. Loki sighed as he cupped my hands with his, which warmed them up considerably.

"What'd the idiots do this time?"

"Nothing." I sighed. "Sharon was waiting in the apartment."

"That bitch." Loki huffed.

"Well it wasn't really that. I just. . . you think you could read my mind?" I asked, not wanting to explain.

Loki was quiet so I assumed that's exactly what he was doing.

"I know he didn't mean it." I finally said. "Or, you know, he didn't mean it in a way to hurt me. I understand and what he said is rational. I don't know why I feel so sad though."

Loki rolled his eyes. "Gosh, maybe because you love them?"

"Which is irrational. I knew going into this that it wasn't going to be a long-term relationship. I shouldn't have caught feelings."

"Wow." Loki said sarcastically. "It's almost like you have a heart."

I punched him in the arm. "You know what I mean."

"Actually, I don't. Perhaps you should enlighten me." Loki leaned back on his hands, looking up at the twinkling stars.

I sighed. "They're already married. You can't marry more than one person and besides, it's against the Bible."

"Jesus, tell your father he's made life very difficult for these Midgardians." Loki muttered under his breath.

"Excuse me?" I asked, cringing as I expected a bolt of lightning to come down from the sky and blast Loki where he was sitting.

"What?" Loki questioned nonchalantly. "Did you not expect him to exist the same way I do? There are Egyptian Gods and Norse Gods and Greek Gods and Roman Gods and your God which doesn't really fall under any sort've category because he's 'God' but by all technicality, we're all Gods, you Midgardians are the ones who separated us based on mythology. . . and well I suppose we do live in-"

"Okay, okay." I said quickly, feeling slightly overwhelmed. "You're just enforcing my point. Polyamory is not conducive to my religion."

"Change religion." Loki suggested as though it was that easy. "You could worship me, I wouldn't mind." He flashed me a smirk. I punched him again.

"On a serious note, you shouldn't be looking at this relationship with Rogers and James as temporary." Loki said, his tone changing to his serious one. "They're not the temporary kind, not when they find the one they want."

"Bucky doesn't-"

"James never said that he didn't want a girl in their relationship." Loki interrupted me. "What he said was there didn't need to be one for him to be happy with Rogers. But as an outside observer, along with being a mind reader, he is head over heels for you. Rogers as well."

"You. . . you call Bucky 'James', but you call Steve 'Rogers'." I realized slowly. "Why?"

Loki shrugged, "We had a short fling when Rogers was still in his relationship with Carter. I understood him on a level others couldn't, since I knew what it felt like to be brainwashed and unable to fight what you're made to do. I like to think that perhaps if it hadn't made Rogers so jealous, we might still be together today. But true love wins, and a love like that. . . that's rare, Elizabeth. Plus, it worked out. I have Ivy and Wade now, so it's a win-win. I lo- tolerate those two like crazy."

I smiled a little, looking away.

"They love you." Loki said again, softly. "But, I think some space is good. Talk to them in the morning. C'mon, I've got a spare room you can stay in if you don't mind Ivy begging for her Professor and screaming in ecstasy to much."

I went red, but said a choked, "Sure."

Back inside, we found Ivy and Wade making out on the couch. Loki rolled his eyes, before picking Ivy up, making her shriek as he tossed her over his shoulder. "How you feeling pet?"

"Put me the fuck down" she hisses embarrassed gripping onto his back but Loki smirk only grows amusement flashing in his eyes as he grips onto her tighter "don't worry I will" he darkly promise under a playful tone winking at me. I just blushed again, partly for Ivys' embarrassment, partly because Loki was making me extremely flustered. "Come along, kit."

Feeling that was addressing me, I followed them until we reached another room on the second floor up from this one. Loki dumped Ivy on the bed and I looked away as he started to whisper in her ear. But he tore himself away from her, Wade taking his place, to come over and motion for me to follow him.

The other room was small, but comfortable looking and Loki gave me a soft look. "Probably don't come out until morning."

I gave a small laugh, feeling exhaustion wash over my body as I sat down on the bed. "Of course and uh, Loki, thank you."

"Yeah, of course." He muttered, closing the door behind him.

I noticed my dress had turned back into my normal clothes now. Loki had probably removed the magic. I climbed under the sheets, and after tossing and turning, putting the pillow over my head to keep Ivy's noises out, I fell asleep.

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Steve stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, thumb on the corner of his mouth, watching while Bucky punished himself, mentally and verbally berating himself for what he'd said.

"I didn't mean it Steve!" Bucky said desperately for the sixteenth time. "It just came out because of Sharon. I love her, Steve. Elizabeth I mean, I want her to be ours. I just meant that we didn't need a woman in our relationship to be happy, but you thought we did because of Peggy."

"Bucky-" Steve attempted for the sixteenth time and for seventeenth time, Buck interrupted him to continue verbally berating himself.

"What if she doesn't come back to us? Or what if she hates me now? Why do I have to fucking ruin everything?"

"Enough!" Steve finally snapped. He hadn't been able to get a word out ever since he'd asked, 'What happened?'.

Bucky went quiet, practically cowering under Steve's tone. Steve sighed, pushing away from the counter, approaching his husband. "Bucky. . . everything is going to be okay. Give her some time to herself, that's what she asked for. When she's ready to speak to us again, we explain exactly what you meant. And after that, we see what happens from there."

"What if she doesn't take me- us- back?" Bucky asked in a whisper.

Steve sighed, pulling Bucky into his arms. He could feel the brunettes heart pounding under his wrist. "Then we treasure the time we had with her, but we let her move on. We still protect her from Rumlow, but we will do it as professionals instead of lovers, okay?" He kissed the back of Buckys' head. "Now, c'mon. . . you need some sleep."

Bucky nodded, looking helpless and broken as he kissed Steve's cheek and then headed out of the room.

"God, please." Steve whispered under his breath. "I know he said something out of anger, I know how it sounded. But God, please don't let his heart to be broken by her."

He turned the kitchen light off and hurried to the bedroom to climb under the sheets with Bucky. Bucky rolled over, pressing his face into Steve's chest. He said nothing and did nothing, just finding the comfort in each other and Steve had one more thought.

'God. . . if she isn't right for us, that's okay. Because Bucky is right. I love him. I don't need anyone else.'

And though he felt unsettled with the thought, unsettled with losing Elizabeth, he knew that whatever happened next was in Gods' hands. And with that, he slowly fell into sleep.

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