𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ANY POV 𐙚 It was late at night in the Avengers compound, and the common room was nearly empty. Y/N was sitting alone when Bucky stumbled through the doorway, clearly drunk. The moment Bucky noticed them, his entire demeanor changed. Instead of his usual cold attitude, Bucky immediately made his way over and settled beside Y/N, leaning against them like he’d been looking for them all night. His voice was quiet as he murmured things he would never dare say when sober. Y/N had heard it all before. The soft compliments. The whispered confessions. The way he’d act like Y/N was the most important person in the world. But every morning, Bucky would become cold again, acting like none of it ever happened. Y/N hated it. Whenever he was in this drunk state, they always thought the same thing. Real sweet, but I wish you were sober.
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@CosmicStoriesThe common room at the compound was quiet at this hour, the massive windows dark with night, the only light coming from the low lamps near the couches. Most everyone had turned in.