Hello all! This came to mind and I decided to post it. It's just a drabble, very sad, very pointless :) enjoy.
"James?" Her voice was a whisper in the vast silence. He nodded, clutching at her hand. The white walls seemed to be closing in on them, choking the life out of her.
"I'm here, I'm here," her hand was so cold.
"How long?" She was staring at him as if she barely knew him.
"A while, dear." He watched as she closed her eyes. Those eyes that had once shone with all the ferocity and joy of life were now dull and blank. They didn't sparkle as they once had.
"Days?"
He exhaled. "I'm not sure," a quiet rumble of thunder in the distance heralded the storm that had been lurking on the horizon.
"Days go on forever, don't they?" He couldn't tell if she was asking him or simply saying it.
"They do," he gazed out the window as the sunlight faded, never to touch her skin again. And then he looked back at her, at what once was. Only a couple of months ago she had been just fine. It had all happened so fast, and now she was a husk of her old self. The cancer had set in in a matter of weeks, or maybe it had been there for a lot longer. At first, she had stayed hopeful, despite the overwhelming odds. Bruce hadn't even been able to find where the cancer had sourced from, and that should have ended her right there. They didn't know how to treat it, how to keep her out of pain, but she remained optimistic.
But now, after all the drugs, radiation, and chemo, she had given up the fight. She was out of time, and everyone knew it. Her skin was snow white and her beautiful long hair gone. It hadn't been pretty; there had been anger and things broken and relationships ruined. The cancer had slowly inked into her brain and changed who she was. So now he stayed in her room as much as possible. The floor she was staying on was the floor of the dead and dying.
"It's here," she mumbled, staring into a distant place. He nodded and wrapped both of his hands around hers.
"It's okay," he murmured. "Wanda, I love you," he stood and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She was still staring off into space, and then her heart rate dropped off. Bucky clenched his teeth and slid her eyes closed. He released her hand and turned away. She was safe again, her body whole. His love was singing with the angels. And now he was left to pick up the pieces.