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Summary: Druig was once the only person you could ever see yourself with, but as the season change... so do we. Word Count: 3k Warnings: Lots of angst, cheating, and oh boy this hurt to write. Characters mentioned include Bucky Barnes, Carol Danvers, Valkryie, and the other Eternals. A/N: based on the song 'Right Where You Left Me' by Taylor Swift and I lovely suggestion I found in the Druig tag. There is potential for a part two, but we shall see.

There were very few constants that could be had in the life of an Eternal. And ever since the group divided as a whole, the list had grown shorter. It was difficult to see your family split ways, but maybe it was what was right after spending millennia together. The tear in your heart after that last night in Tenochiltlan never properly healed as friends and lovers began to drift apart.

Yet you found solace for yourself by consistently seeking out others and spending a few lengths of time in their company. At first, you stayed with Makkari in the Domo as she began to collect some of the greatest treasures known to mankind. But you felt her grow seemingly bored of your presence, so then you traveled to stay with Gilgamesh and Thena in order to bring peace to her scattered mind and serve as support for the great warriors. And luckily, progress had been made in order to create a failsafe plan for when she began to drift away.

After departing them, you joined Phastos who continued to invent fantastic gifts to assist the humans to advance. It warmed your heart to know that even the darker side of man didn't cloud his judgment like others. You were visiting with Sersi and Ikaris when you heard of the bomb in Japan and how your old friend became a broken man. It only added to the weight in your heart.

When you finally caught up with Kingo, he had started his moving picture dynasty in Bollywood. He had even encouraged you to star in something yourself, but that kind of spotlight wasn't something you truly need. When Sprite stopped by to visit you both, you joined her to go back to see the matriarch of the team, Ajak.

"Diane, I hear that you've taken up a new name," Ajak quipped as she set the plates at the table for three.

"The rumor is true. Consider it a... secret identity of sorts?"

"Then," she stood proud and look at you, a smile gracing her face, "what shall I refer to you as?"

You returned her warm smile, feeling accepted, "(Y/N), please"

"Well, (Y/N), let us eat."

But still, across the decades and the centuries, there was the consistent calling to seek out the old flame that still burned bright in your soul - Druig. So in between your travels of the world, you made it a point the journey out to one of the safe havens where he was rumored to be hiding out. There were a few littered around the globe, yet your instincts led you to where he seemed to be waiting.

A chill clung to the air and dared to snip at any exposed skin. Though the land itself was beautiful, you couldn't comprehend why Druig would opt to stay in such extreme climates. Among the rolling hills, you spotted a collection of small cottages and huts with two slightly larger structures in the middle of the village. At last, you could feel his presence again after far too long.

One of your gifted abilities included an improved range of sight along with heightened senses. So when Druig took a step outside of one of the communal halls, it was the final proof you needed. A great wave of emotion surged through you and your feet carried you down the hill towards your old friend. It was a miracle that you didn't trip or simply go tumbling down. As you came closer to him, the excitement got the better of you.

"Druig! DRUIG!" You called out to the man, clad in dark robes.

With a swagger in his step, he turned eyebrows raised in confusion and then hidden bliss, "(Y/N)?"

Finally, when you were close enough, you eased yourself to a stop. Neither of you dared to move or even speak. Instead, you both stood with your feet planted on the ground, basking in each other's presence. A familiar warmth filled your chest, one that had left you cold since the last time your eyes soaked in his features.

In an instant, you were in his arms and it felt like home.

"Oh, (Y/N), my dear, my sweet... my love," he pressed soft kisses to your temples before resting his forehead against your own, "at last."

PRESENT DAY

The Avenger's compound was alive and well with new recruits and various briefings being released. It felt like the good old days before you lost some of the founding heroes, yet it was time to get the ball rolling as the world needed their beloved team back.

After the Blip and fighting Thanos, you swore to serve in the public eye. Though the deviants were killed long ago, Earth still needed defense and protection to preserve human life. It was an honor to be surrounded by humans and other beings who knew your true nature.

"Valkryie, Captain Marvel - it is an honor to bring you both in," you welcomed the women into the facility and led them into a training area.

"I believe the honor is ours, Lady Diana-"

"Please, call me (Y/N) or Diane. I would consider you both friends seeing that we have lived and fought together."

"And is that you would consider me?" A voice asked from behind you.

You turned to face the masculine voice and smiled when you realized who it was, "James!"

Two arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a warm hug. The man placed a kiss at the top of your head before releasing you. Remembering where you were, you returned your attention to the original company.

"Well, it is nice to formally meet you, Lutenient Barnes," Carol nodded, holding out her hand to him.

"Call me Bucky," He shook her hand, "You know, it amazes me how the three of you can be so youthful and I look like this at 100."

After the day adjourned, you returned home to your apartment in the city. You were cooking yourself dinner while chatting with Bucky on the phone.

The atmosphere of the walk-up inner-city apartment was the coziest place you had called home in at least the past decade. Your neighbors rarely bothered you and it offered a great little view of the area. Light jazz flowed from the TV speakers as you danced around the kitchen, putting away some dishes before you could take a seat to enjoy your meal.

"Are you sure I can't join you?" He whined through the phone.

"Oh, please, and make Sam even more disgruntled with me? I don't think so. Besides, it's a forty-five-minute drive from your place. Dinner would be cold before you could even hit the city limits."

Despite the playful manner of the conversation, you heard him sigh, "Alright, but after I get back we both need to take a few days off."

"Fine, but-" Then the doorbell rang, interrupting your speech. Your eyes flickered over to the clock on the microwave - 8:23 PM; a perfectly reasonable time for your neighbors to knock or even to receive a late package.

The warm voice in your ear broke you out of the cycle of possibilities, "(Y/N), is everything alright?"

"Of course, someone's just at the door," But the feeling that crept into your stomach and caused goosebumps up your arm raised alarm.

"I don't mind holding on for a second, doll."

Finally, you made your way to the door, "It's probably just the woman across the hall wanting to barrow another egg. You know how she bakes so much and can never count her ingre-"

You pulled open the door to finally reveal the last face you thought you would see standing on your welcome mat. He wore all black, hands tucked into the leather jacket he was sporting. An outfit the could easily blend into modern times. When you finally allowed yourself to look at his face, nothing had really changed and yet your heart still thumped against your chest, "Hello, (Y/N)."

Time seemed to freeze as you soaked up this moment, the atmosphere, the sounds in the background... him, "Druig."

"(Y/N), doll, is everything okay?" Once again, the voice of your current lover reeled you back in as time began to flow normally.

"Bucky, I have to go. I'll call you back later," Not listening to his sounds of protest, you hit the ended call button and shoved your phone into the pocket of your cardigan. Another breath and moment of examining him and the chill that sat at the back of your neck, "Um... uh- come in. I was just about to sit for dinner."

The two of you sat on your couch, a lone cushion serving as the wall between you. It had been quite a few moments since either of you said anything and the tension only continued to choke at you both. It didn't really matter to try and catch up or ask how he found you. Honestly, you didn't care for the answer. All you really wanted or needed to know was why he suddenly popped back up.

"Could I have some water?" He asked, finally breaking the stillness.

Without a word, you staggered over to your kitchen. Pulling a glass from the cupboard, you filled the glass with the water from your fridge as your mind begged you to speak and say something. You didn't want small talk, or to catch up - no, you needed answers.

Walking back over to the living space, you handed off the glass to him. He nodded in appreciation and expected you to return to your previous position. But when he didn't feel the couch dip, he looked up to see you frozen. It stayed like that for a breath.

"Druig, why are you here?"

"Because I m-"

"Don't say that," Your eyes bore into his own in an attempt to solve the puzzle that you once knew the complete picture of.

"What? I can't tell you that I've mi-"

"That's right. You can't tell me that, because you lost the privilege to speak those words to me after what you did."

"Oh, (Y/N), please. That was decades ago," He finally stood to your level as a defense, "you can't st-"

"I can't what? Still, be mad? Still, be hurting? Still feel stuck and- and incomplete because the one person I thought would never abandon me did just that. No, Druig, I can and still feel that betrayal."

The room fell silent again. Druig knew the select his next words carefully if he didn't want to end up with a knife at his throat. He knew the abrupt end of your last meeting wasn't ideal, but some twisted part of him expected you to just get over it. Then again, he was just twisting his dream of you to fit his ideal reality.

His eyes flickered to the chain on your neck and the little gemstone that sat in the silver encasing. With a deep breath, he stood a little taller, "Do you remember when I returned that necklace to you after you lost it in Rome?"

"Yes," You reached up to the pendant, taking it in between your fingers, "because it was the night you left."

1908, Paris

"That was an absolutely stellar performance, I still can't believe the talent that these people possess!" Your face beam as Druig and you took a seat inside the quaint cafe, just a few blocks between your apartment and the opera.

"I'm glad that you enjoyed it," He smiled, taking your hand into his own, "It is refreshing to see humans create instead of destroy."

Only a moment later, a server was at your table, "Que voulez-vous boire?"

"Un verre de vin blanc s'il vous plait," You nodded to the waiter and nodded to Druig who asked for the same.

A pause fell between the pair of you, but it wasn't out of place. You often paused to admire Druig as he was one of the few people who could never bore or tire you. Usually, you could read Druig like a book, but recently you couldn't tell what ran through his mind. The move to Paris, the open gestures, going to the Opera and the Ballet - these were all wonderful gifts but why now?

Neither of you had been particularly materialistic or felt the urge to lead a 'normal' human life. So this series of events stuck out to you, but you had just dismissed it for Druig feeling inclined to be more outright with his feelings for you.

"Do you recall the years we all spent in Rome?"

Druig never brought up their family, so it was a shock when he mentioned them. Their time in Rome was interesting as they saw how men took over empires of the past, only to later have the same fate upon them.

"Of course, I do. It was so long ago and yet still only seems like yesterday we walked up marble stairs," You added, lightly squeezing his hand to provide some peace of mind.

"Well, before we came to this city, I returned to where the great empire once stood. Sort of a stroll down memory lane and I was visiting the markets," The hand that was not resting in your darted into his pockets in search of something, "It's funny how our presence impacts such places and inspires mythology. While I was exploring the booths, a man showed me a piece and said that it once belonged to a pair of great friends and lovers in other versions. A necklace said to be gifted from Orion to Diana, goddess of the hunt."

From his pocket, he drew out a necklace with a long silver chain and at its heart, a precious stone from Mt. Olympia.

"Druig, I- I can't believe you found it!" He stood from his seat and treaded behind you to clasp the chain around your neck. As he adjusted it to sit finely on your chest, a pressed a delicate kiss to the side of your neck.

Moments later and the waiter returned with two glasses of wine, setting them in front of the pair of you before scampering off again. This night was absolute perfection.

"(Y/N), my dear," You gave him a look to continue as you raised the glass to your lips, "I'm leaving."

The news was sudden but you still had some composure, "well, when will you be back?"

"I-I don't know when I'll be back because I... I'm sorry but I met someone while in Rome and I can't- (Y/N), I'm sorry but I laid with her. And every day since I've returned I look into your eyes knowing what I've done and it's breaking me. I'm no better than a man."

Your glass had crashed to the table, spilling its contents and chipping the edges. At that time your voice couldn't muster a sound, let alone a single word. Tears began to streak down your cheeks but no cry followed. There was only pain and a broken heart.

"I- Goodbye, my (Y/N)," He began to make his way to the door of the cafe, but then glanced back as if taking one last look, "Goodbye, my love."

There you sat and stayed for hours, the server coming over to check on your periodically. When the cafe closed, he kindly escorted you out and bid you a safe night. The days, the weeks, and the years following that moment were all the same; you would walk the city and then sit at the cafe until closing, praying that he would walk back through the door and be there.

After some time, you had grown to be a legend in the city. The tale of a widow who sat at the cafe, longing for her husband to return home. Except you never were a wife, and there never would be a complete ending. You didn't leave Paris until Ikaris came during the Second World War to pry you from the ghostly routine.

"He's gone, (Y/N). No one has heard from him or about him. Let me take you home to Ajak," And with that, you left your beloved city of Love and left a ghost of you there.

PRESENT DAY

The apartment had grown colder and you knew that the long-forgotten food on the counter went with it. A solemness had replaced the tension in the air as all you could do was bask in the pain and the yearning. It drove you mad how he still had an effect on you.

"You kept me waiting. And that time I spent there felt longer than my time on Earth. So I'm sorry if I am still hurting," Your lips quivered as you turned away from him, resting your head in your palms.

The silence was deafening. What did he expect to happen whenever he decided to pop back into your life? To be met with open arms and forgiveness for his actions?

"I know that leaving you was the worst thing I could have done. I not only did it once... but twice," Druig took a deep breath, an attempt to keep himself from breaking his cool demeanor, "but I don't want to be on this Earth without you. It is the one thing that brings peace to my ever-running mind, and I can't go on knowing that you hate me."

A pause fell again as you soaked in his words. What could you go? Where could you go from here? You had barely just begun living again and now you felt incomplete again.

You looked up to see that he stood in the opposite corner of the room, facing the window. Though you couldn't see his face, you simply sensed the tears and heartache that surrounded him. You picked yourself up and trodded behind him, placing a hand on his leather-clad shoulder.

"Druig," Your hand traveled down his arm, only stopping when your fingers intertwined with his, "I could never hate you."

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