We've been over this, Tony and I, about the things Bucky and I don't talk about. It's not an intentional emotional withholding so much as moving on, starting another chapter.
But this is the second time in a matter of weeks that Tony Stark is telling me something truly horrific about my boyfriend's past, and I'm not gonna lie, I'm starting to genuinely question the wisdom of this arrangement.
Magic stones, half the people in the universe dead. I knew about this, vaguely. Tony's ward had stood on a chair at a party and ranted about it, but, you know... It sounds crazy, so you don't really pay attention. You start dating a guy, become peripherally aware that it's an actual thing, but part of you still kind of thinks it's crazy because it's abstract. Nebulous.
Not so much.
My own face wants to crumple just at the sight of the tears in Tony's eyes, and I drop my gaze to the ring. "But we're here," I manage, and don't I wish I understood what that actually meant. "He's here. She could be here tomorrow, you don't know."
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But this is the second time in a matter of weeks that Tony Stark is telling me something truly horrific about my boyfriend's past, and I'm not gonna lie, I'm starting to genuinely question the wisdom of this arrangement.
Magic stones, half the people in the universe dead. I knew about this, vaguely. Tony's ward had stood on a chair at a party and ranted about it, but, you know... It sounds crazy, so you don't really pay attention. You start dating a guy, become peripherally aware that it's an actual thing, but part of you still kind of thinks it's crazy because it's abstract. Nebulous.
Not so much.
My own face wants to crumple just at the sight of the tears in Tony's eyes, and I drop my gaze to the ring. "But we're here," I manage, and don't I wish I understood what that actually meant. "He's here. She could be here tomorrow, you don't know."