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Tonight was the first time he saw you with him. It was a match made in heaven — two angels descending from above in holy harmony rather than two fallen angels scrambling their way through hell.

He decided to keep his distance tonight. He didn't want to take away from the night for the two of you, but he had to be a good friend. God knows the ends of the earth the both of you had reached just for him.

The ever spreading gap in his heart made him regret even stepping foot in this place, Steve was happy and you were happy. And Bucky wanted an endless supply of Asgardian liquor.

But he didn’t get upset tonight because you begged him to give you everything Steve was, but he was too broken and far beyond the point of stubbornness to love you the way you deserved.

In the end, you came to the conclusion he already knew — he would never be good enough for you.

“You should be happy for her.” Her Sokovian accent pierced through his ears, joining him on the balcony as he watched you from a distance.

“I am?” Bucky spoke, rather as a question than something he actually could believe.

Wanda laughed cynically.

“Okay, okay. I want to be, is that good enough?” She looked at the skyline, taking in the view as she watched a heartbroken man lie straight through his teeth.

“You don’t want to be ‘good’. You want to be with her, but you can’t.” Her eyes stone called as she spoke relentlessly.

“You showed her what you really thought of her, you can’t take that back. Not between the gods, superhuman, the good or the evil — no one can undo what you said and what you did to her.” Her tone didn’t waver and he knew now this wasn’t a charity case conversation.

She was protecting your happiness because if anyone was a liability to it, there was no other suspect than your ex-boyfriend.

“Just remember that when they walk down the aisle, pledging to spend the rest of their lives together, when they have their first anniversary, when they start a family — none of it would be possible without you.”

Her words cut through him and he was sure it was what she intended. She was your best friend after all, she had seen everything. She was the one person who knew every intimate detail about your life and Bucky's when he was pretty much just an extension of you.

Taking him by surprise, she gripped his strong jaw with a perfectly manicured hand, making him bend to her will.

"I hope it hurts, after everything you put them through. I hope seeing them makes your heart break. I hope the thought of their beautiful life together makes your jaw clench and teeth grind." Bucky tried to move away, but Wanda wouldn't let him.

He didn't get off this easily.

"Wanda, she's looking for you." Steve's voice punctured through their moment and her fury. "It's because of Sam." Immediately, she let go of Bucky, but not before shoulder checking him as she walked away.

Bucky took note of Steve's posture, his fidgeting fingers held at his sides, the twitching of his nose, his blue eyes unable to meet his own.

Steve was nervous.

“I’ve been meaning to speak with you for a while, actually. I was just waiting for the right moment, but there isn’t one.” He knew how Bucky was going to take the news and knowing the outcome made it so much more difficult.

He was backed into a corner and the curiosity swarming in his best friend’s eyes was killing him.

God, he really didn’t want to do this.

“About what?” His steel eyes bounced past Steve’s shoulders as he saw you come into his line of vision. It was from a distance, but you were glowing and goddamn beautiful.

“I know you still love her.” Grabbing Bucky’s attention immediately.

“I thought I always loved her as just a friend because you were with her and the two of you were so happy. I never wanted to be the one to take that away from you.”

“But you did, Steve. She fell in love with the golden boy. All I had to do was mess up enough, huh? Then she was all yours for the taking.” Bucky’s anger was ignited and he was pulling himself from knocking Steve the fuck out.

“Jesus Christ, Buck, she’s not property to stake claim over. She’s an actual person with feelings and emotions and after that night she started coming to me when you guys started having issues.” Rubbing his hands over his face, not ready to rehash over the mistakes he made.

Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Steve chose you over Bucky and he was going to have to live with that.

Parts of him filled with regret but he loved you and that part of him didn’t regret it in the slightest.

“I shouldn’t have let her come to me all the time. I should have been honest with you because truth be told, I knew what I was doing. I wanted her to fall for me and she did.” He should have been ashamed, should have felt at least an ounce of remorse but how could when he was loved by you?

You were so broken, eyes filled with agony with tears overflowing each time you came to him. Steve always wiping them away and guiding you through it while you go back to Bucky.

Every damn time.

Not because he deserved you or particularly treated you how you should be — only because you loved him and wanted to believe this was just the lowest of the lows and the two of you could come back from it.

Even if somewhere beneath the reckless fights, the makeup fucks, and all of his lies mounting to the height of a mountain, you knew it was all too much.

“Is that what you want me to say? Will that make you feel better? Then will you move on because I don’t think so. No. You won’t be happy until your careless hands pull out any life she has.”

Steve could see the tears forming in his eyes but he spent his entire life living in Bucky’s shadow and just didn’t have the strength to do it anymore, no matter how much he cared for him.

“You don’t know how to take care of her, Bucky. She would have never let herself be with me if you did.” The burn of the blonde’s words left him reeling.

Grabbing Steve by the collar before slamming him against the stone pillar, outraged at his self lifting commentary.

“Where the fuck do you get off, Rogers? Picking at the dead carcass of my relationship and I’m the one who has a problem?” Anger overtaking him as his metal arm pressed against his throat, pale flesh as vulnerable as they came.

“You hurt her, Bucky. I know you can’t control it, I know. It’s not your fault but it was happening every night. You were hurting her and she loved you so she took it but that’s not love.” Steve pushed Bucky so he was on the other side of the balcony.

He was sure Bucky had bruised his neck, he felt it ache already.

“I had to protect her, but I didn’t mean to fall in love. And I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you this, but she’s announcing it tonight and I don’t have a choice.” Steve breathed heavily, so terrified he had already lost Bucky.

“What are you talking about?” Bucky barked at him, tired of Steve beating around the bush.

He never was one for ripping off the band-aid, and tonight’s display made it more than obvious.

“We’re having a baby together — she’s pregnant.” He knew Bucky’s face would fall and tears would flow with it. Flashbacks of the moment he came to the hospital and Steve was there standing at your bedside, he should have known then.

The nights you cried over your unborn child with Bucky and he tried his best to console you, but you just pushed him further and further away.

So, he let you. Not wanting to damage your grief he let you go through what you needed, not knowing Steve was the one helping you navigate through your grief.

The one who you ran every time it became too much because he was the only one trying to do what was best for you.

So, you lied to Bucky and you still were.

You didn’t want Bucky to feel guilty for what had been done, he already carried so much. So, you let him believe you were the problem and Steve promised he wouldn’t say a word.

Now? He was thankful for it. If Bucky felt bad now, Steve knew he would only feel a million times worse if he knew the truth.

“I should go.” He wiped the tears falling, before looking at Steve.

“Buck, please. I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say, but we shouldn't leave it like this.” Steve tried to move closer but Bucky only moved back.

“There’s nothing left to talk about — you’ll be able to give her everything I couldn’t. Congratulations Steve, you’re getting the family you’ve always wanted.” The heels of his boots echoing out before he slammed the door marking his exit.

How the fuck is he supposed to fix this?