It's like being punched through the chest; that's the only way he can think of describing it. His heart thrums in his ears as he tears from the lab, eyes searching the corridors widely. Numbers are labeled above each door, and he runs past them, taking in the numbers.

B3

B2

B1

A12

A11

It's becoming increasingly hard to breathe, but his mind has converted to mission mode. He's afraid he'll never lose that, the inability to differentiate real life from a mission.

But Wanda is his mission; his only mission.

A10

A9

Bucky racks his brain, trying to find any excuse, any reason as to why she's doing this. How her ex-husband is alive. Bucky pales because he realizes Vision isn't her ex-husband. He's just her husband, alive again

A8

He needs to hear her say it. Admit that she doesn't have any fucking friends, that she left him to come here. But why? But how?

He reads the letters A7 above the doorway and something snaps in Bucky. He kicks open the door, the hinges breaking partially. Wanda whips around, her face hard in frustration until she realizes who it is.

Please, not tonight. I just need you.

May I give you a hug?

Anyway's Love loves Joe, even though she finds out some dark stuff about him. She loves him no matter what.

More, more, please more.

I love you, James.

Liar.

She could have messed around with anyone she wanted, but she'd chosen him that night on Wilson's steps. Did she always plan on doing this, going back to Vision?

She's holding her hands out now, saying words that Bucky can't register. Brows knitted together, she stands slowly, arms extended. Behind her, Vision is still on his haunches, eyes starring blankly ahead.

Bucky's face feels electric, his rage bubbling to the surface. Her lips are moving, but he still can't hear her, anger ringing through his ears.

But he can see that her lips are swollen, damp.

Like she's been freshly kissed.

The realization comes over him like a wave, and his heart aches, pounding in his chest as his eyes begin to water. He wants to scream, grab her and shake her, demand for her to explain what the fuck was going on.

Instead, his eyes begin to water. He feels his inner walls beginning to crack, the little palace he'd built for himself that protected him, kept him focused, kept him breathing, was beginning to fall apart.

Wandas shaking her head, face flicking between his and Visions. Vision blinks at her, nods slowly, his head lulling to the side, and Bucky cannot fathom how Visions is able to understand what's happening but he can't. His mind is fuzzy, heart beating way too fast to be considered normal.

She's supposed to be mine now. You had your time with her.

"Bucky."

He blinks, finally being able to comprehend her words. "Bucky, I promise I can -"

He opens his mouth, but no words come out, not one. He doesn't know what to say.

And then Vision looks up, blinks once before saying. "Who's this, my love?"

Bucky had many ideas of how he'd get his heartbroken, but this had never been one of them. He just hadn't thought she was capable of inflicting this much pain.

He felt his world slowly becoming black and white again, the colors fading to near shades.

Tears cloud his eyes.

"Honey," she's standing close now, her hand pressing on his chest. Her touch is light, but its normal soothing reaction is gone. "Can w-we talk outside?"

Her eyes are wide, tears spilling as he feels her hand shake against him. He can hear her words loud and clear now, can understand she's speaking to him, but the rage currently coursing through his veins is nothing short of a fire.

Wandas pushes him slightly towards the door, glancing at Vision and tosses him a watery smile before turning back to Bucky, urging him.

Her face is a painting of sorrow and she looks so regretful, so hurt. If it hurts so badly why did she come here in the first place?

Why did she lie?

Why couldn't she stay with him?

But as his heart threatens to explode from his chest, he knows why.

Suddenly she's kissing him, arms wrapped around his neck and her lips are filled with quiet mummers of I'm sorry and damp tears. He doesn't kiss her back, arms dangling at his sides, legs stiff in the hallway.

When her tongue swipes against his mouth tentatively, it's like he's been plugged in and charged up; he springs to life, wrapping his fingers around her wrists and wrenching her away. She sobs as he takes a step back away from her, and his breathing is ragged.

Her cheeks are slightly pink, brows furrowed as her green eyes fill with tears and her heartbreak is clearly showing.

Why is her heart breaking? She did this, she chose this.

"Is it him?" It's a shattered whisper, but it's all he can do without crying. She opens her mouth to answer, but he interjects. "Don't fucking lie to me."

She'd done enough of that already.

"I- please.." She says, and she's visibly shaking.

Bucky's eyes flick to the door, wondering if Vision is listening. If he's worried about his wife.

"I can explain." Wanda sobs, wiping at her eyes. She takes a step towards him and he flinches. Shutting his eyes, Bucky turns away from her, gritting his teeth so hard he thinks they'll break.

He needs answers, but he isn't sure he can handle them.

One foot after the other, he strides away from her, from Vision, from the confusion that is the entire damn building. She calls after him, her footsteps echoing as she jogs to keep up with his strides.

"Bucky please," Wanda cries, gripping onto his forearm. He pauses, and lets her turn him around. "Let me explain, please."

Seeing her act as if this all isn't because of her, because she chose this, makes his anger only burn hotter. She cries harder, squeezes his hand to listen to her.

"In Westview, I had made a Vision. I-i don't know, I just...missed him, and kept getting knocked down over and over and he just, appeared." She sobs, explaining with her hand pressed to her chest. "He was there and we were in the 50's and I finally had what I wanted. And just as quickly, it was over, this beautiful, magnificent life. It was just gone." She's rambling, hoping the truth will forgive her sins. "i couldn't just let it go."

He doesn't say anything, lets her hold his hand to her, lets her say her piece. "They brought him back, his body at least. And somehow, my Vision returned. We've been working on it for so long and then he just-"

"How long have you been trying to resurrect your dead husband?" He spits the words, and she jerks back like he's hit her.

If you love someone, you forgive them, knowing that everyone makes a mistake.

But this wasn't a mistake; this had been purposeful.

"Bucky, I'm so sorry." She tries to sooth him, tries to apologize, but he's learning her tricks, and sees right through her.

"Tell me what you've been doing." His voice is calm, quiet, but his blood is loud in his ears. "Tell me how long."

"Bucky," she sobs, wiping at her eyes again. She searches his face, still holding his hand. He glances where they're joined, and it just hurts. "I couldn't just leave him."

His chest is burning, and he yanks his hand away.

"He was already gone!" He cries, and his throat aches. "Why did you tell me you love me then? Why did you do any of this?"

She puts her closed fist on her chest, her knees wobbling, and he hates seeing her like this, hates when she isn't smiling.

His resolve is slowly crumbling, he couldn't stay angry. Not with her. No matter how badly she was killing him.

"Tell me, Wanda." He says, can feel his eyes swimming. "Just tell me."

Her chin wobbles, and the wave of anger begins to collapse. He takes a step towards her, hand brushing the ends of her elbow. She lets out a sob.

"I love you," her voice cracks as she looks down at his hand on her arm. "But...Vision.."

"Don't give me the whole story, just tell me what you were planning." He says lowly, cupping her other elbow. "What was the end result?"

He has a feeling he knows. It's an answer he's been dreading their whole relationship; if you could even call it that at this point.

A relationship is doubled sided. This wasn't.

"Bucky, it's always going to be him," she chokes out, closing the space between them and pressing her forehead to his chest. "I am so sorry."

He feels the tear fall down his cheek before he realizes it, and it drops to her hair. His hand shakes as he places it on her head gently, lightly stroking. Bleeding internally means you die slower than you realize. He's pretty sure that's what's happening.

"Why not me?"

She heaves, and her whole body is shaking. No matter how badly he's hurting, no matter the circumstances he will always hate when she cries; she's too pretty to cry.

Glancing up, her eyes are red, cheeks puffy as she tries to answer. Her pain is everywhere, etched into every part of her skin.

He thinks he should apologize.

"We - we never established anything, we were just...fucking." Her eyes are rimmed red, her mouth set. "We aren't together."

Her words ring in his ears. After everything, every kiss, every nightmare, every single moment that they'd gone through. None of it was real; and he couldn't fathom it.

"So what the fuck were we, Wanda?" He says, voice sounding stronger than he feels. "Fucking friends?"

"I don't - I don't know," she nods. "You're my best friend, still my best friend, my rock. You're a miracle, Bucky."

"And what is he?" He demands, but can't find it in himself to push her away. She ducks her head, presses her cheek to his chest as she cries.

For a moment he thinks she won't answer, that she doesn't have an answer. Squeezing him around the middle, he feels her heart thumping wildly. "He's everything."

The words physically hit him, the pain so harsh its like acid has been thrown on him. He cannot handle this; he cannot breath. His only thought as he listened to her cry, is that this could have all been avoided.

"Get away from me," he whispers after a few moments, dropping his arms from around her shoulders but she doesn't let go, just holds him tighter. "Get off."

Grip loose, she takes a small step back. He grips her face in one hand, his fingers splaying across her lovely cheeks and her watery eyes grow wide.

"When?" He demands. "How long have you been doing this behind my back?"

"Since Westview," she replies, not even avoiding the question. She knows she can't anymore. "I'm sorry."

Two years; since the beginning. Since their beginning.

His legs threaten to buckle, they're unable to hold up this much grief, and he realizes he's about to break. So he turns, and begins to walk the way he had come. Tears stream down his face, hands shaking without his consent.

Two. Fucking. Years.

His head is ringing with her claim.

All the times that she'd comforted him, kissed him, made love to him; it was all void. Her body had been with him, but her heart?

It would always be Visions.

Bucky enters the partially destroyed lab, glass crunching as he stomps past Clint and Laura, flinging open the door so hard the knob cracks into the wall.

With the night sky approaching, he shuts his eyes as he stands outside the front doors, taking in a breath. It's silent aside from the wind, aside from his broken heart that's still beating.

He wished it would stop.

Glancing around he opts to walk, hands dug in his pockets, before Wanda bursts through the exit, her eyes and hands rimmed with red magic. She was still crying, and he wished he could console her, could take her in his arms and kiss the pain away, even if she was the one who caused it.

"I love you, I do," she gasps, eyes rapid. "Don't do this."

"Stop lying to me," he had lost any restraint, his patience thinning. "You couldn't have loved me while this whole time, you were still trying to find him."

It all makes sense now, when he thinks about it. The late nights, the sudden group of friends and work meetings and 'girls nights'. She didn't have friends, she was too busy for them; she was only around him if they were intimate. He thinks back to the times when they were just spending time together, having dinner or watching a show. She had always ended up on top of him, tongue in his mouth or sighing beneath him. Was that all he'd been to her? A warm body to make her feel something?

He's so angry, so fucking confused.

Wanda looks at him, and he realizes she's still crying. Why is she still crying? Her husband is back.

Setting his jaw, Bucky takes her in one more time, before turning around and starting the walk back to his home, the small box heavy in his pocket.