❨ 𝑽𝑰𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑶                 . . .                   𝑏𝘰𝘰𝑘 𝑖𝑖 ❩
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𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 of 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 ❜

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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙻𝚅𝙴 !

BUCKY HAD FALLEN into the line of cigarettes and alcohol, all to relieve stress and the thought of losing Diana. He drank most of Tony's whiskeys and scotch, pissing off the old man by his 'waste of great alcohol'. He even threatened to have another Civil War if Bucky drank any more of his booze. He just shrugged and pickpocketed the billionaire, taking about a good handful of cash out of his wallet. He hid the money in his jacket pocket and walked out of the HQ, going into the large garage and grabbing the keys to his Audi.

He had finally gotten a car when Tony still sort of felt bad for the whole Civil War thing, so he bought Bucky an Audi Q5. Bucky felt grateful to the 'Man of Iron' for giving him the car. He thumbed the money in his pocket as he continued to the Audi, his steel-blue eyes darting from left to right. He felt as if someone was watching him. He felt the stare burn into him, making him more alert and conscious; ready for a fight. As he opened the door to the grey vehicle, he heard a throat clear behind him. He turned around, hooking his arm to punch whoever it was in the nose, but as his fist got near, a powerful hand stopped it. He looked up to meet the eyes of Diana, who was giving a small, shy smile.

"You didn't need to do that," she dropped his arm.

"And you didn't need to do the cliche clearing the throat thing to catch my attention," he sassed, "you could've just said 'hey' and it would've gotten my attention." Diana chortled, a tiny snort passing her lips. She covered her mouth to cover the sounds, "Yeah, but it still got your attention." Bucky rolled his eyes, turning back to his car. They both were trying to be professional and mature, but right then all they wanted to do was kiss and hold each other tightly.

Bucky turned his head towards Diana. She raised her eyebrows, confused, but he just said, "Wanna go on a ride?"

She smiled, it reaching her eyes, turning them somewhat watery and they sparkled. "I'd love to." She made her way to the other side, running a finger over the bumper. It had a bumper sticker that said, 'If lost, please return to Steve Rogers (518) - 156 - 2015 or Diana Prince (518) - 651 - 7826'. On it, there were two shields, Steve's infamous red, white and blue one and Diana's gold and dark silver one. Some may say Diana's shield was more complex than Steve's. And it was true. Diana's had the symbol of Apollo, the sun on it in an Ancient Greek way. It was surrounded by a silver ring and then the sun's rays continued. She had another one, one that had a Golden Eagle imprinted into the silver. The Golden Eagle was another symbol of Zeus, the King of the Gods.

Zeus, the most powerful person in the universe.

Apollo, the god that boasted and tried to get into female's skirts.

Diana, the GodKiller. The person with enough power and strength to kill a god. The woman that killed Ares.

Bucky, the man that was manipulated. The man that won Diana's heart a long time ago.

Bucky was Apollo, Diana was Zeus. They never realized it, but it seemed as if the gods were coming back to life. Zeus has possibly put his soul into Diana during her 'birth', and Bucky was destined to carry Apollo's soul.

Steve was Athena, the intelligent virgin goddess. The one who had long blonde hair and grey eyes.

Natasha was a badass version of Hestia, the virgin goddess of the hearth. And she will burn you if you hurt her and her family.

Wanda was Artemis, the virgin goddess of the hunt. She was cunning and quick-witted when it came to anything about the woods and animals.

Barry was Hermes, the swift messenger god. With the little wings on his helmet and shoes, he was faster than any human and god ever.

The other Avengers couldn't be arranged with a god, however, others could. Clark Kent was Hercules, with his large muscles, strength, and the good nature to think about everybody else before himself, there is no argument there.

Arthur Curry was Poseidon, the god of the seas. With his trident, he could breathe underwater and cause massive earthquakes. He has annihilated many with his sea storms. Some Greeks do still pray to Poseidon for a safe passage over the large powerful water expense.

Bruce and Tony were just billionaires with two kinds of suits: a three-piece and their tight-fitting crime-fighting one. Yes, Diana has noticed that Tony Stark's helmet seems a bit too tight to be going around Tony's head and still have enough room for him to move. "Why'd you come back?" Bucky broke Diana's stupor. "Huh?" She trained her eyes on him, her eyebrows furrowing together. "Why did you come back?" He repeated slower this time. She shrugged, shaking her head, "I have no idea. I just thought that I needed to come back."

Bucky hummed, training his eyes on the road. "There must be a reason."

"Bucky, I told you, I have no clue," Diana hit the centre console with her fist. He raised his hands in defeat, "Okay, okay." He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling. He wanted to say sorry to her - no, needed to apologize. He felt the overwhelming guilt crush his chest every time he glanced at her. "Bucky," Diana places a hand on his clenched arm. Bucky liked the way she could comfort him just by touching him - "Bucky, are you alright?"

"I - I'm sorry, Diana."

"For what?"

"For ripping your photograph," a tear was shed, "I'm really, truly, unbelievably sorry. I was blinded by rage. I'm sorry."

Diana did something Bucky did not expect - she laughed. Her laughter grew harder by the second, laughing so hard that her eyes watered and her stomach hurt from the clenching of its muscles. Bucky looked at her like she was out of her mind. "What?"

"Bucky, that was a copy," she laughed. Bucky was furious, she left him all because he had ripped a copy. "Then why did you leave if you knew that it was a copy?" Diana's laughter did not cease. Bucky didn't know when it'll stop, or if it'll stop anytime soon.

"I forgot that I had a copy," she admitted, "and I needed to work. Plus, I was saddened by the fact that you let your rage take over your mind. You didn't think twice about stopping."

Bucky hit his head on the wheel. "Sometimes you have a slightly twisted mind." Diana let out a short laugh, shaking her head and stared out her window. She watched the trees pass outside, the cars speeding by, the bird taking a shit on another's windshield. She smiled. This was home. Well, her third home. First came Themyscira and the second was Bucky. She had found a home in Bucky to replace the one she would possibly never go back to. "Where are you going?" She wondered. Bucky shrugged, letting out a sigh. "Possibly gonna get some beer and cigarettes. Who knows? And anyway, when are you going to go back to Paris?"

"My plane leaves in two months."

"Two months?" Bucky smacked the wheel. "You're going to lose two months worth of work?"

"I thought you didn't like it when I left for work," Diana rose an eyebrow. Bucky was one complicated man.

"Yeah, I don't but work is important, Diana. You get paid to do what you love!"

"Who said it was something I love?" 

"Me!" Bucky watched her long and hard, trying to figure out the warrior's motives. "Well, you don't know my feelings then," she crossed her arms over her chest. "You don't really know who I am."

"I know who you are on the outside completely," Bucky said in a hushed tone, rolling his eyes. He didn't mean for Diana to hear, but he forgot that Diana had sensitive hearing and could hear him from two miles away. She smacked his chest hard, hard enough to cause a little pain but not enough to leave a bruise. "Bucky!"

He laughs a sweet, carefree sound. This is what they both wanted. A life without troubles and lots of laughter; possibly even having their own family.