Summary: Nyx was an ancient deity usually envisaged as the very substance of the night–a veil of dark mists drawn across the sky to obscure the light of Aither, the shining blue of the heavens. Her opposite number was Hemera (Day) who scattered the mists of night at dawn. she was doomed to walk the earth in search of her consort Erebus.
Warnings: My usual. Angst, Violence And Smut
Pairings: Bucky X Reader, Avengers x Reader
You had been running for what felt like hours. Bits of twig and leaves stuck in the rats nest which was currently your hair. Your bare feet were caked with mud, rips in your dress appeared from where the branches of trees had caught the delicate fabric. You would run forever if you had your way, but a particularly thick tree root thwarts your plan sending you careening down a sharp hill.
You fall for hours, minutes, seconds. It makes no difference as you reach the bottom, bruised and humiliated. Low whimpers leave you as the fight with Bucky replays on endless loop in your head. Years of self loathing rushed out before your brain could interject, and you knew there was no taking it back. It was a lost cause, the crushing realization the love you and Bucky held for each other could not be salvaged, too much had happened, so many hurtful words spewed in the heat of the moment. There was no coming back from this, no fixing it.
He had offered you an olive branch, a way to be close to him, but you had let petty jealousy take hold of you.
You had broken it this time. You had destroyed what was left of your crumbling relationship.