royalblue31 | Snowflake Challenge #9

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In your own space, create a fanwork.

I've been working on something, and here it is in ficlet form—MCU (Bucky/Wanda)

The arm is an older model—third or fourth generation; heavier, sluggish, strong.

"Where do you think Fury found it?"

Bucky shrugs. His left shoulder spasms. "Hard to say," he lies.

"The Aurès," Wanda suggests. It's not a question; she already knows.

"The..." Algeria would have be late '50s. '57, maybe '58. "Yeah. That...that sounds about right."

It's been hard—harder than usual—looking Wanda in the eye, but Bucky forces himself to look up now. Wanda is lost in the memory—his memory. Too consumed to notice him studying her in turn.

"Are you..." Bucky hesitates. "Are you still having those nightmares?"

Those nightmares. His nightmares.

Wanda shakes her head. "No." Their eyes meet. "You?"

And it's terrifying, the way she looks at him. That knowing expression, devoid of judgment. The corner of her mouth lifts, not quite a smile.

"No," Bucky replies.