just another marvel imagines book filled with imagines and one-shots for you to read and enjoy! at some point, you can tell when it gets better.
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"Please, just let me see her."
Bucky shook his head.
"You really messed up, kid. There's no way I'm letting you in there."
Pietro sighed and walked back to his room.
It had been three days since you'd had your panic attack and he hadn't been able to properly apologize. You were a shadow around the Tower, the only person that ever saw you being Tony because he was almost always up. Of course, he would have taken the opportunity to see you in your room if Bucky hadn't stationed himself in front of your door, twirling a knife in his fingers as though that was the most normal thing in the world.
Steve had explained why Bucky was reacting the way he was.
"He used to have those all the time. He knows what it feels like and you triggered that for Y/N on purpose. She's like a sister to him."
Pietro had no idea what to do. He wanted to say sorry, he wanted to see you and hug you and tell you that he'd never do that again.
By the fifth day, he was getting mighty desperate and Bucky wasn't letting up.
So, he turned to the only person he knew would help him.
"No."
"What?!"
"I won't help you," Wanda said, going back to her book as Pietro walked into her room.
"Please, Wanda," he pleaded.
She shook her head, not bothering to look at her brother.
"Wanda...I can't let it stay like that. I need to say sorry. I need—" he stopped himself before going to far with his words, but it was too late.
Wanda had already caught on.
She slammed her book shut with glowing eyes and an innocent smile.
"Alright, fine. On one condition."
"Anything!" He said urgently.
"You tell her the truth."
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Wanda slowly inched past Bucky.
"Has anyone told you how broodingly handsome you look today?" She said, smothering her tone with flirtation.
Bucky rolled his eyes.
"That's not gonna work on me, Red," he muttered.
"Oh?" She sidled up to his side and fluttered her eyelashes.
"And why not?"
The soldier smirked and leant down to whisper in her ear.
