"So, this is it?" He furrowed his brows, hands clenching around the coffee cup. "Yes," Your sharp voice echoed, zero hesitation detected. The two of you made eye contact, feeling helpless. "It's too late to fix things. I don't want to hear from you, I don't want to see you! Hell, I don't want you to be here anymore!" You threw him his keys, ushering him out of the door. "No one will ever love you as much as I did. " He said, storming out.

"And cut!"

The entire crew roared in excitement as they wrapped up the filming. It was the final scene they had to do. Everyone was cheering, giving each other appreciation over their hard work. You sighed in relief, looking around for him. Before you could digest what was happening, Bucky tackled you in a hug. "We did it, baby." He whispered, kissing you all over the face.

It was quite a funny situation that the two of you were paired in a movie about toxic lovers and breaking up — when in reality, your relationship was the polar opposite. Bucky Barnes was the love of your life first, a great actor second. "You were amazing as usual, love." That earned a giggle from you as he kept kissing your face. "Hey, cut it out." You chuckled.

"Sorry to interrupt your cute moment, but you both have an interview with Asteriks Magazine in like 30 minutes." Your manager said, causing the two of you to groan. "Okay, okay, sorry. Just remind you. They are waiting somewhere around here." Your manager continued, looking around for the interviewer.

Bucky kept his hand around your waist as your manager guided the two of you to the interview set up. "Can't wait to get out of here," He mumbled against your hair. "Just wanna go home with you, but it's the showbiz."