„No, you can’t be serious. We’ve been waiting for this concert for almost one year!” You said, pinching the bridge of your nose. Wanda looked at you, her face pale, her nose red. “Don’t you think I hate myself for this? But I can’t go to the concert, I can’t even stand properly. I’m too sick.” She said, almost crying. You sighed and nodded slowly, patting her back. “I know, I’m sorry… I just wanted to go there with you so badly. It’s just half as fun without you.”

A little later, you were in your room, putting together your outfit, when someone knocked at your door. It was Bucky. You weren’t exactly on best terms, mostly because he was always pretty distant and grumpy. You tilted your head, not knowing what he wanted.

“Today is the Taylor concert?” He asked casually, leaning against the wall of your room. A small smile curled on your lips. Since when did he care? “It is.” “And Wanda can’t go with you?” He asked. You sat down on your bed, looking up at him. “No, she’s sick. I guess I have to go alone.” You answered with a sigh.

He nodded, looking on the ground. Then he looked up at you again, his face neutral. “Want me do go with you?”