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But  once  he  had  learned  to  believe  it,  exchanging  the  whispers  of  truth  that  only  the  two  of  them  could  possibly  know,  this  is  when  it  all  finally  sank.  His  chest  had  caved  in  with  the  tears,  holding  her  impossibly  close  for  days  on  end,  inevitably  badgering  Natasha  with  questions   …  the  why  and  how  of  it  all.  He  had  gotten  his  explanations,  but  things  were  far  from  normal  still.  It  was  all  so  fragile.  He  still  felt  so  fragile.  

“Well  aren’t  you  sweet?”  Bucky  forces  a  breath  of  air  from  his  lungs  that  mimics  a  half-assed  laughter.  “I’m  doing  alright.  You?”  

They're still trying to figure out how to put themselves back together. She's far too aware of how her death had created such a hole in the others, and more so in the man in front of her — the man currently trying his best not to shake under her touch, but she notices. It's hard not to when she knows him too well. She wants to go about this slowly ... but the longer she stays, the harder it gets not to wrap him up into her arms once more and never let go. She isn't sure what to make of them. However, she tries to focus on the fact that he's here now. Nothing else matters beyond that.

"Well ... if we're both lying then I'll say I'm alright too." A knowing glint in her eye and a frown as she leans closer, leaning into the touch upon her hip so gently and her hand comes to rest over @armedmetal heart. "You know you don't have to do that. Lie. You can tell me."

Plenty of times they've lied to one another and the other always knows it. A back and forth that seems a little comical, but in the end, it's purely out of love and concern. The gaping hole in her chest still feels open and raw, anxiety floating around it on the what ifs. What if this is temporary? Sometimes this still feels like a dream — if it is, she doesn't want to wake up.

I wanna feel what it's like for you to be mine. I wanna be able to go anywhere any place with you being mine. Come on, baby. Why don't you just go get yourself cleaned up? Put on a pretty dress, put those flowers back in your hair. Because I wanna hear your lilt when you say my name. Because you are my sweet, my beautiful Venus.

i thought i told you to stay back.

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

this affects me, too, you know.

every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.

do you have a death wish or something?

this isn't fair to me.

i deserve better than this.

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

you promised me you'd stop going out at night.

i don't like hearing this.

you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?

i said i would handle it.

what the fuck are you doing here?

you told me you'd stay put.

so much for laying low.

you remember how bad it was last time.

seems like you haven't learned anything.

i believe you promised me you'd lay low.

i can't keep doing this.

don't give me that look.

we'll discuss this later.

this stops now.

i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.

you keep throwing yourself into danger.

you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?

i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

that was really stupid of you, and you know it.

i thought you knew better than this.

what's your excuse this time?

you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?

you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.

that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.

that was completely unnecessary.

they had it handled.

you didn't need to step in like that.

why do you think you're invincible?

the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.

i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.

what are you trying to prove?

you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.

this shit hurts me, too, you know.

you're not the only one affected by this shit.

you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.

what happens if you don't come back?

you think we can just carry on without you?

you think i can handle things if you end up dead?

i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.

you're not even slick.

you think you're invincible, don't you.

quit pretending you've got everything under control.

let someone else do it for a change.

you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.

i'm done with this.

next time you do this, i'm not coming back.

promise me this is the end.

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.

let the authorities deal with it.

you're making a big mistake.

is it worth dying for?

how unfair of the world to make him feel so small .

I  don’t  like  people  putting  us  in  a  box.  Telling  us  what  we’re  CAPABLE  of.  Telling  us  who  we  are.   ɪ  ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇ  ᴛᴏ  ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ  ʀᴏʙɪɴ   nobody  PICKED  me. INDEPENDENT  𝗧𝗜𝗠 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗞𝗘  FROM  DC COMICS .  SOLVED  BY  𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗡

"time stuff," he repeats, frowning as he looks down at his clothes, holding the hem of the oversized shirt out before he looks back up at her. that is weird. it wouldn't be the weirdest, but it's definitely up there. "then whadda we do about it? ya think my dad will have an answer or is he..." the thought of bruce being gone doesn't set well with him. tears stinging his eyes and he holds back a sniffle, wiping at his eyes quickly as he gets to his feet. "we need to figure this out."

the plate back in his hands, his nose scrunches at the crumbs left on it, but he's not able to dwell on that when he hears what damian says next. head snaps back up to look at him, frown deepening and brows coming together in confusion. " i haven't seen him. i think he's out... " big brother is now little brother? it has to be a joke, right? if it is one, he's confused. he's not exactly in on the inside jokes his new-found brother has. " whaddya mean? " arms hug the plate close to his chest — it makes him look smaller.