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notimetoblog · 5 years

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Love After You (Pt.4)

Summary: In a time of ballrooms and ballgowns, a looming war threatens to bring darkness to the town of Rosea. Still, love finds a way to cut through. Some loves, you find, come slowly. Others, come unexpectedly. Could either one survive the war that is to come?

A/N: Hi HI!!!! Here is another chapter for you guys! its been a while in the making lol but it’s done and its here. This chapter is somewhat long ;) and it spans some time. Bucky is back and we also get some steve (sort of) ALSO A NEW COOL DUDE MAKES AN APPEARENCE..you’ll see lol !!! yay!!! I hope you guys enjoy it and as always thank you so very much for reading.

Links might still be weird so if you’d like to read previous chapters look up “love after you links” :D

Sweetheart,

It’s only been a few days, but my heart already longs for you.

I’ve managed to find a quiet spot underneath a grove of trees. Away from the rest of my battalion who are now distracted with a new game they’ve begun playing when we have some time to ourselves. I won’t bore you with every detail, but they’re having us do exactly what we did back home. When we’re back in the barracks, we can’t help but wonder why they moved us so far away. We keep our discontent amongst ourselves, though. Despite our complaints, none of us are willing to risk the discipline we might be put under if our superiors hear our whispers.

I wonder if you remember Sam Wilson, a fellow who thinks himself the most handsome man alive. He was with me the day I met you, and I wouldn’t doubt he tried flirting with you. In any case, they joined our battalions, so the days don’t feel as long now that his never-ending conversation keeps me entertained. He has an opinion on everything, and if our superiors ever find out what we whisper behind closed doors, it will probably be because of Sam. That man speaks his mind and holds nothing back.

Still, his words often fail to cut through my thoughts of you, of the day I asked you to be my wife. I made a promise, and I’m determined to keep it. Sam still doesn’t believe that you actually said yes. And frankly, neither do I. He says it’s because you’ve forgotten what he looks like. If you could clarify this matter, it would give me some leverage over him, maybe knock him a couple of pegs down. My day would be made.

I miss you, sweetheart, but every day brings me closer to you, and that’s the only thing that keeps me going.

I hope all is well with you. I hope that same smile I saw last is still on your sweet lips.

I’ll be home soon. I promise.

Yours,

Steve Rogers

The sun shone a little brighter; the birds sang happier tunes after you read those words. Just a few days ago, this same paper had been in Steve’s hands, and now here it was- a little piece of Steve, and it meant the world to you.

You had come up with the perfect plan to avoid any trouble when Steve wrote to you. After a few days of investigation, Abigail had discovered that the Hill family had once again left town- this time for months as they prepared to expand their businesses. With this information in mind, Steve had been signing all his envelopes as Maria Hill.

What could ever be suspicious of two friends keeping in touch while one travels?

Gently folding the letter after reading it for the fourth time- or maybe it was a fifth time, you weren’t sure anymore- you tuck it behind the music box you treasured. Even if your mother ran across it, she was already aware you were exchanging letters except, of course, she believed it was with Maria. Still, you hoped, if by some chance she saw the letter she would leave it alone after noting Maria’s name on the envelope.

It was clear Steve still had some time on his hands. The writing in the letter wasn’t rushed; it still had that elegant curve that made it so distinct. He had made the folds on the letter crisp, and straight, taking his time to make it as neat as possible.

Even in the tiny details, he still had your heart.

You would have to respond to him soon, made sure he was aware that you did, in fact, remember Sam. He did have something to brag about, as the man you remembered was strong and tall with sweet eyes. But still, no one came close to your Steve. So you’d help him knock Sam a few pegs down, just to make sure he had something to laugh about while he was away— a clear victory under his belt.

With a sigh, you leave your room, already a dozen ideas in mind in case your mother chose to ask what Maria had written about.

“Your father is returning today,” your mother speaks as soon as she hears your steps coming down the stairs, her back is to you as she peers into the garden. “Mr. Barnes will be coming over to speak to him about business, so I expect you on your best behavior.”

“When am I not?” you joke, regretting it instantly when she abruptly turns to you, but her expression catches you off guard.

She has a smile.

“Isn’t he handsome?”

“Father always is,” you smile back, not willing to play her game.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that as a matter of fact,” she moves along with the conversation, side-stepping your comment. “You two looked very close that night at the party. I heard your laughs all the way from across the room.”

“We weren’t close,” you retort, breathing deeply as you take a seat on one of the couches. We were both just sharing our common distaste of you. “He simply asked for a dance and thanks to your ever-present teachings, I agreed, to be polite.”

This was strange. Having a mother that for some unknown reason, is suddenly interested in talking to you.

“Well, that dance was the envy of every other girl that night. Do you know how many other girls he danced with? None, just you.”

That wasn’t the dance you often thought back to, though. The one in the dark and in silence, with your favorite soldier, that’s the one that mattered.

“He was just being polite too,” you reply, hoping she wouldn’t make his visit more than it was. “I’m sure his father taught him to be polite and chivalrous, especially to a party hostess’ daughter.”

“Yes, I’m sure it was that too,” she says, and her tone is playful. Strange.

“Ma’am,” Abigail’s voice cuts through the strange atmosphere your mother created. “Mr. Barnes is here.”

“He’s early,” she almost chirps, a pep to her step as she walks towards the foyer. “Wonder why that is.”

You hear your mother’s muffled greeting from the living room followed by a pair of steps, and you stand up, straightening the skirt of your dress because they’re always there, those rules and norms that tell you how you must present yourself.

“Miss,” Mr. Barnes halts his conversation with your mother as he catches your gaze. He’s dressed sharply, but what catches your eye is the two lilies he holds in his hands. They’re beautiful, a soft dusting of pink covering their white petals. It’s almost as if he painted them. “It’s lovely to see you again.”

Your mother stands tall beside him, apologizing again that your father isn’t home yet.

“It’s nice to see you too, Mr. Barnes,” you say, giving him a polite nod of your head.

“This is for you,” he extends one of the lilies to your mother who practically beams. You’ve never seen her this happy; it sends a shiver down your spine.

“Why thank you so much, Mr. Barnes,” she says coyly, taking the lily and twirling it between her fingers.

“And this one is for you,” he says, gaze soft as he extends the second lily towards you. His hand trembles a bit. “These are the lilies I mentioned at your party.”

He approaches you slowly, a smile on his lips.

“Thank you,” you reply, reaching out to take the lily. “Now I know why your father never wanted to share them. They’re beautiful.”

“About that,” he winks, and you don’t think a practical stranger has ever winked to you before. Your mom, though, seems delighted. Maybe she missed it. “I may have another surprise.”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a pink handkerchief, all four corners loosely tied with some string. He draws the string to undo the knot, letting the corners of the handkerchief fall.

“They’re the bulbs I promised,” he says, gesturing to the three bulbs he holds and you take a half a step back as you realize he’s a little too close for comfort.

Did he promise? You don’t remember any promise, but to be fair, you had been distracted as the golden hair of your sweetheart had been bobbing around the garden while Mr. Barnes had talked to you.

“They will be a lovely addition to our garden,” you mother chimes in, clapping up a storm, noting you’re standing there not saying a thing.

“Yes,” you finally say, taking a deep breath as you mentally shoot daggers towards your mom. “Thank you, Mr. Barnes. I’ll be sure to take care of them.”

You did remember him mentioning no one else had ever been fortunate enough to get these sought-after bulbs. But here he was, offering them to you despite the wishes of his late father to keep them only on their estate. That, paired with the face-splitting smile your mother had, made your insides twist. Never had your mother been this happy around you. She mostly scolded and corrected you, and yet she now stood only a few feet away, smiling as if you had just achieved everything she had ever hoped for.

“I know they’ll be very happy here,” he responds, as he hands you the bulbs with so much care you’d think they’d break if he moved any faster.

Sweetheart,

Sam did not appreciate your response, but I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart. Getting to read it to him has been the highlight of my time here. Of course, second to receiving your letter.

We don’t have much time to complain or play now, though. They’re moving us east, so I’m afraid even my letters will take longer to get to you. But worry not, because no matter the distance, my love for you is just the same. Maybe even more now that I dream about your eyes every night. I miss you with all I’ve got.

The more eastward we get, the more the air smells like gunpowder, but I smile when I remember that your scent is something, I made sure you knew I missed. And, my God, do I miss it.

I must go now as the sun is almost entirely up and we’ll continue moving soon.

I love you,

Steve Rogers

He had been correct. His letter had taken almost double the time the first one had taken to reach you. But as he had mentioned, despite the distance, your love was still intact.

The fact that his battalion was on the move worried you greatly, but his spirits still seemed to be up. Thank goodness for Sam and whatever nonsense he filled Steve’s ear with. At least they weren’t alone. They had each other. And maybe Sam was lucky enough to pull one of those adorable laughs from Steve. The ones that made his eyes water.

So with a bit of worry in your heart, but with still more happiness at having heard from him, you had tucked this letter behind the music box, on top of your first letter.

It had been almost one month since your father had returned, and even though you protested every minute of the day, he still worked just as much as when he was in better health.

He needed to rest, you knew that, but he still moved forward, seeing Mr. Barnes almost every day as they arranged details for a deal they were working on.

“Miss,” you hear Mr. Barnes’ voice come into the living room where you sit. He walks alongside your father, having built a relationship of trust and respect. Mr. Barnes always taking time to ask your father about business, or about his time in the military. He had found in your father a mentor, and your father was more than happy to oblige to all his queries, seeing in him someone reminiscent of his youth. “I hope you’re not too upset that I’ve kept your father away.”

“It’s not you I’m upset with,” you stand, sending a warning look to your father who seems unbothered. Typical.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” he smiles, a genuine look of relief on his features as holds up one of his hands to his chest. “I was hoping to see how the lilies are doing, if you don’t mind, that is.”

There’s always this softness to his voice. As if he’s unsure of how to speak to you. Always this sense of nervousness that almost makes you hope he isn’t afraid of you. Because that is not something, you ever wanted. To be feared. Sure, you’d been keeping your distance, but only because he was nothing more than your father’s newest business partner, not because you rejected the idea of a friendship.

Looking to your father, you see his nod, and you smile, hoping to right whatever wrong you had committed with Mr. Barnes.

“Of course, I don’t mind,” you reply, and there’s that look of relief again. “Come with me.”

He follows, just a few steps behind, commenting here and there about all your flowers currently in bloom.

“I knew I was giving them a good home when I brought you the lilies,” you hear him say, a bit more self-assured.

“Well, I do my best, Mr. Barnes,” you say, stopping when you spot the growing lilies. They’re standing a few inches from the ground, not close to blooming, but he looks at them as if they’re the most beautiful thing he’s seen. “They’re looking well enough, a few more weeks and they’ll bloom.”

“You don’t have to call me Mr. Barnes, you know,” he says, voice shaky with those nerves again as his gaze comes up to meet yours. “Your mother and father call me James, and we’re not that far apart in age.”

“I don’t think that would be appropriate.”

“Have we ever been appropriate?” he asks, catching what he said quickly, and you almost laugh at how red his face has gone. You really didn’t know what to think of him. He looked like a lost puppy at times, stumbling his way through a conversation or following your father around wide-eyed and trying to take everything he said in. Other times, he seemed so sure of himself, the picture of a determined man. And you still weren’t sure what triggered the switch that got him from one disposition to the other. “I mean- I- I just mean our first conversation wasn’t entirely parent approved.”

“It wasn’t,” you admit still thankful your mother had only heard your laughs that night. “Still, I called you Mr. Barnes that night, and I don’t think that will change anytime soon. I hope you understand.”

“You could call me Bucky,” he beams, and his cheeks look like the petals of the lilies he brought you; lightly coated with the softest of pinks. He gazes at the lilies again, crouching as his fingers reach out to touch the small leaves that have sprung around the growing stems.

“Why would I call you that? That’s not even a word,” you can’t help but laugh.

“It is definitely a word,” he joins you and laughs, little wrinkles forming in the corner of his eyes. Yes, you wouldn’t mind a friendship with him. “And it's a nickname. Only my friends call me that.”

“What does it mean?”

“I’m afraid my friends weren’t very creative. They just shortened my middle name, Buchanan.”

“And here I was picturing you with big buck teeth,” you joke.

“Well,” he begins, standing up, dusting off a bit of dirt on his fingers by brushing his hand against his suit. “If I cave and say that’s why they call me Bucky, would you stop calling me Mr. Barnes?”

“I’m afraid not, Mr. Barnes,” you laugh at his overdramatic groan.

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Sweetheart,

It’s begun, and I’m afraid I don’t have many nice things to share with you. Sam gave us a scare a few days ago. He apparently doesn’t only think himself handsome, but also indestructible. Luckily it was only a graze wound, and he’s still alive and filling the air with his nonsense. I couldn’t be happier.

I can’t lie to you; it’s grim. We never see their attacks coming. But for now, I try my best to tune it all out with my memories of you. Instead of gunshots, I think of the soft tune of your music box. Instead of the mud we walk through each day, I think about that climb I made to your room. Instead of the cold, I think about how warm you always are. You’re what keeps me going. That’s what you have always been. Do not worry about me; I’m happy in our memories.

Always yours,

Steve Rogers.

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Steve had written the letter almost three weeks ago. For all you knew, at this point, his battalion had been ambushed. Steve could be gone. And you knew that if it ever happened, chances were you would never be told. After all, the only one who seemed to know about your plans outside the both of you was Sam. Still, your heart refused to dwell too much on that, hoping instead to learn more about the situation. Knowing was better than letting your mind run wild speculating. If left alone, it only seemed to be able to paint dark images that scared you beyond belief.

Word had reached town about the start of the war around the same time Steve had written the letter. Your father and every other respected veteran had met with the mayor, in preparation of any form of attack on the town.

It was silly, really, for Steve to ask you not to worry. How could you not when the love of your life was in the line of fire every day?

You knew things were dangerous, especially towards the east where Steve was. And you tried to ask your father about it, but he was determined to keep most details from you, requesting that you not worry. There was something about the men in your life and the way they never wanted you to worry that frustrated you.

Your mother, with her head in the clouds, assumed everything would be over within a few weeks. If she had her way, she’d throw another party to lighten the mood in the town, and to the disbelief of no one, she had already proposed it.

So you came to the conclusion that the only one that might be open enough with you about the war would be Mr. Barnes.

“I'm surprised your father hasn't talked to you about it,” he says, once again playing with the leaves on the lilies. They were almost ready to bloom. He looked so proud of them, you’d think he’d grown them himself. Whenever he had the chance, he asked to see them, asking so many questions your head spun.

“Well, he’s said a few things, but he’s held back his thoughts. Asks me not to worry.”

Frustrated wasn't enough of a word to describe how you felt. Every day Steve was in danger, and there was nothing you could do about it. There was nobody you could be direct with and nobody that was direct with you.

“He’s right in some way; there’s nothing you should worry about. I'm sure the war won't be on your steps anytime soon,” his voice is firm, but there’s something in his eyes. He’s almost analyzing you, wondering how much you’ll push.

“It’s not that I'm worried about,” you heave a sigh, walking away from Mr. Barnes. “It’s those who are fighting. The men who are risking their lives.”

“Someone, in particular, you’re worried about?”

He approaches you timidly, hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers.

“I could ask around if there is, make sure you get the information you need.”

Steve had told Sam. Could you trust Mr. Barnes to guard your secret? So far, he’d been nothing but polite, and a man like him had surely experienced love and felt that almost ferocious desire to keep it safe.

But then again, he was close to your parents and a man from a wealthy family who had undoubtedly been taught how people like you should behave. Someone who had grown up in this same world of strict norms regulating every single move of your life would most likely think like your parents and judge what you held so dearly.

He looks on to you, eyebrows raised in almost concern. And he just waits for you to get your thoughts together, his gaze soft, prompting you to be honest and part of you wants to be.

Part of you just wants to tell someone about Steve and the love you have for him. Tell someone about the letters, and the music box, and the ring.

But that someone is not Mr. Barnes.

“No, no one in particular,” you reply after an eternity, “But I’m sure all of those men would rather be home with their families, somewhere warm, somewhere safe.”

You will your tears to stay put, beg them not to roll down your cheeks. Beg your mind not to picture Steve longing to be back home because if you let those images flash through your mind, you would, without question, crash to the ground in sobs.

“I see,” he says, the concern he showed moments ago melting away. “War is never pretty, never something we hope for.” He leads the way, following the stone path your father had built into the garden so many summers ago. “Your father means well, he does, but it’s best to stay informed. The war will be long, I’m afraid, and we will lose many great men. There’s no way I can paint you a pretty picture of war. I’d be lying to you, and I’d like to think we are not the type who lie.”

“I’d like to think that too,” you agree despite not being entirely honest with him.

“It won’t be over in a few weeks like your mother chooses to believe. Patrick won't be forced to return and play at another party of hers, and I'm sure he’s very grateful. But it will be over one day, and then all those men will be able to come home. Some alive, some not, but they’ll all be back.”

There’s nothing reassuring about his words, but there is in his honesty.

That night as you tuck away this latest letter behind the music box you find the previous two beside the music box instead. All those late night re-readings of the letters must’ve caused you to forget to put them back where they belong, so with nimble fingers you return them to their rightful place quickly peeking at the ring hoping Steve could feel you thinking of him— hoping Steve would be one of the lucky ones who would come home alive.

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theinsideoutmermaid · 5 years

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Chapter 2: Nakia

Marvel high school AU

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The second hand of the clock had never moved slower, and Nakia’s foot had never tapped faster. She stared at the offending hand, willing it to throw off the soporific influence of 8th period AP Spanish. It wasn’t that Mr. Coulson was a bad teacher, exactly; he was just kind of bland and anyway, getting through any eighth period class when you had something exciting after school was like trying to swim through molasses. A lifetime ago, there had been two minutes left in class. Now there were thirty seconds. Nakia tuned out Coulson’s re-explanation of cláusulas con si and bounced her leg ever faster.

“Now remember, everyone: hubiera goes with habr—” Thankfully, the blaring end-of-school bell drowned out the rest of his sentence. Nakia sprang up, throwing her bag over her shoulder. She was the first student out the door of X108.

Weaving skillfully through the hordes of students filling the halls, Nakia forced herself to take several deep breaths. Her fingers still tapped a swift rhythm on the strap of her bag, but her mind felt a little less cluttered. It’s going to be okay, she told herself. Nakia paused in front of one of the hall bulletin boards while the sea of students continued to surge around her. There it was: her flyer.

She had put them up a week and a half ago, and she knew every word by heart, but she reread it anyway. Yep, all the right information. Today was supposed to be the easy part, the part where everything was out of her hands and she just had to wait and see who showed up. The hard part, technically, was planning out initial activities and asking the notoriously intimidating Ms. Carter to be the staff sponsor. Nakia had been only a little scared to approach Ms. Carter. She had had her for AP US History last year, and the teacher liked her and was also a fierce advocate for human rights. So, no, that actually wasn’t too hard. The real nerves came from awaiting the student response. LHS students were generally nice kids but also shockingly ignorant and complacent. They were good about supporting local charities and food pantries, and pretty much nothing beyond that. And that’s what I’m going to change, thought Nakia as she arrived at the door of Q124. She straightened her colorful skirt and headwrap and then marched inside.

So far the only inhabitants of the room were Ms. Carter, impeccably dressed as ever in a pantsuit, and Pepper Potts, president of the Student Council and Nakia’s best friend. Pep turned at the sound of the door opening, ginger ponytail swishing with the motion, and she grinned when she saw Nakia.

“Thanks for coming, Pep,” said Nakia, slinging her bag onto a nearby desk.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” In one look, Pepper seemed to discern everything that was going on in Nakia’s head. “And I’m positive that it won’t just be me. I heard Steve Rogers convincing the rest of the Boy Scout Bunch to come during lunch. And where Steve goes, Bucky Barnes follows, so you’re guaranteed at least two other members.”

“Rogers, huh? I guess this is the sort of upstanding thing that he would do,” Nakia said, feeling a little bit pleased.

“I always thought Steve was like a cartoon,” mused Ms. Carter, a smile playing on her ruby-red lips. “Not in a bad way, of course, he’s a wonderful kid. It’s just that he’s so all-American that you almost think he’s made up. Top it off with that hair and those eyes—”

“--And you’ve got a boy straight from a World War Two recruitment poster. I know exactly what you mean,” said Pepper, laughing. “I went to elementary school with him, and he was like eighty years old even then. He called all the teachers ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’ and always looked so solemn.”

“He sat next to me in English sophomore year. He’s nice,” said Nakia. And cute, mouthed Pep. Nakia rolled her eyes.

Changing the subject, Nakia said, “I made a Powerpoint for today. Is it okay if I pull it up on your computer, Ms. Carter?” As Nakia logged into her account, the door banged open, letting in a small stream of students led by — Thor Odinson? No way. There was no way that Thor Odinson, the blond giant, the boisterous partygoer, He of the Bajillion Varsity Letters, was joining her Human Rights Club. And yet, there he was, dwarfing the tiny desk chair he had chosen as a perch. Following him were Steve and Bucky, plus Sam Wilson and Rhodey, rounding out the Boy Scout Bunch. Pepper chatted them up immediately, because she was a master of small talk that didn’t feel like small talk, and Nakia was left to her thoughts. Her thoughts were as such: Wild. Maybe she should have brought snacks.

She glanced at the clock. It was 3:25, ten minutes after school ended, so it was probably about time to start the presentation.

“Hi everyone,” she yelled, which was necessary because Thor spoke at volume level 30 at all times. They quieted and turned to look at her. “Hi. Um. I’d like to thank you all for coming to the first meeting of Human Rights Club. I wanted to start off today’s meeting with a presentation showing some of what we’re—”

But the door flew open again, and Nakia stopped her speech to look.

“Hi. . .” Standing in the doorway was T’Challa. He was smiling at her in a weird frozen way, and he hadn’t moved out of the doorway.

“Hi?”

“Oh!” He blinked and seemed to realize what he was doing. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I had to tell my coach that I was going to be late to practice, but I guess that made me late coming here, so. . . my bad.”

Nakia reassured him that he was fine. “We hadn’t really started yet. Please, take a seat,” she said, gesturing to the assembled desks and trying to ignore Pep, who was clearly trying to communicate something through intense eye contact.

“So anyway, I made this presentation to show some of what we’re up against as a Human Rights Club, and what we are obliged to do as citizens of the world.” She clicked the remote. “This is a picture of a mother and her child. The woman is crying because her husband, a fourteen-year resident of the US and well-respected employee at the local grocery store, has just been deported to Mexico. He was the breadwinner in her family, and with no other relatives in America, she has no way to either support her son or take care of him during the day while she works. Her name is Maria. There are hundreds, thousands of other Marias, dreamers in America who work hard and yet have their dreams stripped away.” Nakia could feel the power building in her voice. This was what she knew. This was what she was passionate about. This was her mission. By the end of the Powerpoint, her small audience was looking subdued and concerned.

“Well. I can see that I’ve made an impact on you. I need you guys to take that energy that you’re feeling and put it to good use. The world may look bleak, but there are so many good people in it, and so much we can do to help. I want Human Rights Club to have three main tasks: education, fundraising, and volunteering. Educating others is just as important as taking action ourselves.Yeah, Pep?”

Pepper, who had been raising her hand, cleared her throat. “I thought we might include one or two foreign or global organizations when we vote for The Drive this year. We’ve always chosen local ones before, and that seems so. . . small-minded now.”

“That’s really great, Pep!” The Drive was the school’s massive annual charity fundraiser, led by Student Council — and therefore, by Pepper, the president. The whole community got involved. Last year they had raised upwards of $200,000. “That kind of support for one of our charities would be. . . incredible.The only problem would be getting the student body to vote for it.”

“You need a good video,” said Rhodey, speaking up for the first time. “I’m pretty good at editing. Sam’s in my film class, too.”

“Show it in homeroom before the vote,” suggested Sam.

“I would vote for it,” said Thor.

Nakia smiled. “Thank you, Thor.”

“I think all you’d have to do is say you voted for it, and then we’ve got the rest of the football team in the bag,” said T’Challa, grinning. “Those people listen to you.”

“And you,” muttered Bucky. “What? It’s true. People like you. And Pepper. They’ll do it if you do.”

“Well, as StuCo president I can’t exactly show any bias, but I’m sure you boys can work some magic,” Pepper said.

“Do people even vote for these things?” interjected Sam. “I mean, I’ve never done those stupid surveys — sorry, I guess,” he said, shrugging at Pepper. “Kinda didn’t care because we’d be end up doing something nice or good or whatever no matter what I voted. Lotta people feel the same way, I’m pretty sure. Sorry. Again.” Pepper continued to look a little crestfallen.

“Well, that’s not right, is it?” said Steve, speaking up for the first time. “The Drive is supposed to be democratic. It’s supposed to represent a cause that we, as a school, feel passionate about. It just doesn’t work— it’s not authentic if people don’t put in their due effort.”

“Chill out, bro, this isn’t the United Nations.”

Ms. Carter, until this point, had been observing the proceedings with a small smile. “No, indeed, Sam, but I think Steve has a point. Let me just say this, at the risk of sounding pretentious or overly dramatic: At this point in time, our country is suffering from negligent and honestly rather lazy citizens. People say they don’t like the direction our country is headed, they don’t like the immigration policy or the trickle-down policies or what have you, but they refuse to do anything about it. I was shocked at how many of my own colleagues didn’t even vote in the last election. The students here do have opinions about causes, but are content to let that be it. There’s a general belief that regular people are powerless. It’s important to teach them — you — that your actions can be impactful. So Steve is right: we need teach students to contribute now in order for them to continue contributing in the future,” finished Ms. Carter.

“Why not do it on paper instead of on the computers?” suggested Thor. “Homeroom teachers can pass out slips to everyone and collect them at the end.”

Pepper chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully. “I think that’s a good idea, actually. It’s easier to hold people accountable.”

“I guess I would feel bad handing in a blank slip,” admitted Sam. “It could work.”

“Well,” said Nakia. It was now 4:12, and she had planned to only go until 4:15. “This has been a really great first meeting. I want to thank you all again for coming. Honestly, this was a much better turnout than I could have hoped for, and you guys have some great ideas that make me really excited for the rest of the year! Pep, when’s the vote scheduled?”

“In two weeks.”

“That might cut it a little tight, but I think we can do it. We’ll choose our organizations next week, and then Rhodey and Sam — can I count on you for the video?” They nodded assent. “Awesome. Thor and T’Challa will be our promoters. Okay! See you next week everyone, and thanks again.”

Pepper stayed behind with Nakia while the boys filed out of the room. “Nice job, babe,” she said with a smile.

“Thanks,” replied Nakia, feeling a matching grin tugging at her lips, “and thank you Ms. Carter for sponsoring us.”

“It was my pleasure, Nakia,” said Ms. Carter, as she slid her purse onto her shoulder. “I think you have something amazing in the works.”

It was with a new spring in her step that Nakia followed Pepper to the parking lot. On the way, they discussed possible organizations, the logistics of a paper ballot — Nakia was also on Student Council — and the surreality of having Thor Odinson in her humble club. Pepper glanced up and stopped suddenly. Laying a hand on Nakia’s arm, she said, “You know what, I just realized I forgot something in my locker.”

“Do you want me to wait for you?”

“No, go on ahead. See you tomorrow, love you!” Her voice was suspiciously bright.

“Bye,” Nakia called after her, watching the perfectly curled ponytail shrink into the distance. There has to be something up with h— oh, there we go. On one of the benches next to the front door was T’Challa, and he was staring right at her. There was no way to pretend she hadn’t seen him, so Nakia hitched an awkward smile of greeting onto her face and continued on her way to the parking lot.

“Nakia!” he said, standing up at her approach. She took a deep breath and stopped, wheeling around to face him. He’s really handsome, said the voice in her head that belonged to Pepper. Dammit, said the voice in her head that was her own. T’Challa had started to speak: “I, um, I just wanted to say that your presentation today was really. . . impressive. I had no idea you know so much about all that stuff, and it’s really cool how much you care. It shows. And. . . it makes you. . . I think you looked really strong up there.” His face softened into a charmingly shy smile. Flustered, Nakia’s fingers flew to tug the edge of her headwrap. Her face was too hot.

“Thanks. . . um. . . I really have to go do, uh, homework now, so ummmm. . . see you next week, I guess,” she stuttered, and she fled from the lobby into the parking lot. Safely in her car, Nakia buried her face in her hands for a moment, then scrounged in her backpack for her phone. She pulled up her text thread with Pep.

Nakia: PEP CALL ASAP WHEN YOU GET HOME I AM THE MOST EMBARRASSING HUMAN BEING ALIVE

Pepper: ;) ;) ;)

Nakia: dont wink at me you witch

Nakia: I just ruined my life

Pepper: :D

Pepper: babe he liiiikes youuuuu

Pepper: but ok we’ll save it for facetime. u gotta tell me Everything tho.

Nakia: there isnt that much to tell but ok i promise. God im so pathetic.

Pepper: not too pathetic for TCHALLA the KING to have a CRUSH ON YOU

Nakia: stOP!!

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“I Have To Go Part 10″

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A/N: 2,149 WORDS! I didn’t think i could do it but here it is. I hope you enjoy this part I had so much fun writing it. As my usual request leave feedback I would love to hear from you.

~ Shay

After debating and careful consideration you decide you wanted to be apart of the team again. But not up close out on the field or having sessions with more behind the scenes you talked to Steve and Tony and decided you could help out on the coms. They seemed so glad and happy they wanted to know if you had considered coming back full time Tony began Saying “ You know your room and your office are ready whenever you decided you want to come back, everything is right where you left it”.

Even though you wouldn’t be as involved as you were before you were glad that you would be around the compound again you missed seeing and hanging out with everyone. You weren’t ready to dive back this was a start. You had been trained by shield before you even began working with the Avengers at the compound so closely.

You and Kara had been running around all day trying to get your schedule in order since now you had two jobs now. You had managed to find some people who were willing to take over some of your group sessions you did threw out the week.

Like any other Wednesday evening Wade was your last session for the day.

Your session with Wade went semi-normal well as normal as it can get with him. You were actually able to steer the conversation away from his pick-up lines or his rated R jokes he’s not actually a pretty bad guy he’s just had a pretty rough life. You all talked about his time with shield and why he wanted to join to begin with. You found out he was actually recruited. He didn’t even know what S.H.I.E.L.D was before he talked to Sharon Carter.

He began to tell you how it happen “ I’ve always been pretty average I know hard to believe right me average, well I wont say I was just a normal guy working a regular 9-5. I did mercenary work and I made a fuck ton”. Wait I just scared you didn’t I fuck I didn’t think about it before I said yeah I was a hitman I was paid to kill people or beat them up as long as they were paying i did was ever was asked of me. “

You straighten your back and squared your shoulders and said “ Alright you did mercenary work alright, you basically did the work of a shield agent but without the fancy logo behind it “

Wade was honestly shocked you can tell he was not expecting you to say that you can tell especially the way his mouth hung open like a cartoon character. But he gathered his words and continued “ Um yeah yeah I guess you can say that but anyway I was recruited my Maria to work for S.H.I.E.L.D, well more like forced into it. It was either jail time or S.H.I.E.L.D and being the smart cunning man I am I choose S.H.I.E.L.D and here I am ‘,he finished taking a loud breath.

You were glad he actually decide to communicate with you. YOu never asked around about your the people you have sessions with you figured that when there ready and feel comfortable with you they’ll take about themselves. That’s one of the first things you did with Bucky during your first session.

“ Hi Mr.Barnes, please take a seat wherever you want “ you ,motion to the couple of areas you had in your office as you sat in your chair. He sat and didn’t say a word you began to speak you told him about your no push approach that whenever he felt comfortable enough with you to talk about anything he could. He let out and audible hough and began to speak “ No push approach that’s the first time i’ve ever heard that most people want to hear the sad growling stories of The Winter Soldier”. He finished saying. You began saying “ Well that’s not who you are so why would I ask about someone you’re not?”. He was honestly shocked he hadn’t expected you to say that you most of the therapist he’s spoken to since he has been back at the states usually start with his PTSD and his time being the soldier since they had all considered him as that. But you separated him from the solder making it sound like they were two different people.

You could see the hesitation to speak on his face so you began “ I’m not going to ask you about the winter soldier because I don’t consider you to be him. Its like you asking me something about Steve i’m not Steve and I can’t answer for him. You’re not the winter soldier and you can’t answer for him.” You finished letting out one big breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in.

Bucky had been taken back and didn’t know what to say so you two sat in silence for the rest of his session. At the end you walked him out and told him when his next one was.

He turned to you and said “ You’re not going to give me anything you think I need to work on being like “ being more social or trying acclimate to the new times?” . You turned and gave him a small smile saying “ when you’re ready you’ll do and talk about these things on your own, i’m just a listening ear to help you on the way.”

As usual you walked Wade out expecting to see Kara but Wanda is sitting there instead you squeal and practically run over to her. You two began to talk “what are you doing here?’ you said with so much excitement. “ Well Steve broke the news today about you coming back and running coms for the team, so i talked to Tony and we decided to throw a small get together for your return I’m so excited about you coming back.” You were taken back at what Wanda had told you. You haven’t even told Bucky about your decision and for him to hear it from Steve made you feel terrible. Wanda could instantly pick up on your new found stress “ You haven’t spoken to Bucky about it have you?, I’m sure he’ll be glad that you’ll be back.” Wanda finished “ But that’s the thing Wnda I haven’t even told him I had thought about it.” just ass Wanda was about to speak you hear a very loud and clear “ Oh My God you’re an avenger?” You had completely forgotten about your very outspoken client Wade. “ No Wade I am not and avenger.”

But she might as well be Wanda said you turned shooting her a very noticeable glare.

“I can’t believe the women I have a crush on is practically an avenger and here i thought that this was just your day job” Wade said. Kara and Wanda picked up on what Was said and you hadn’t yet, you were just worried about Wade knowing a little too much about you. “ Well Mr..Wilson I’ll see you next week same time’ you said while you grabbed hand and rushed back in your office and slammed the doors off its hinges.

As soon as you got in your office you began pacing a hole threw your floor. You were worried about Bucky. You were now worried about him thinking you were coming back to the compound completely. Based on what Wanda had said it seems like Steve let them believe that you were coming back but you weren’t. “ You know I can hear everything you’re thinking “ You had completely forgotten about Wanda’s presents. “Don’t worry about Bucky he’ll just be glad that you’ll be around the compound again. I’ve been listening in on him since you left and he misses your presence around the compound. He’ll just be thankful that you’ll be there.” You took a deep breath and asked her what time you need to arrive to the compound tonight.

You were hoping for it to be an actual small get together but with Tony involved you were never sure. You told Wanda that you would come by early to have some girls time with her and Nat. You walked into her room yelling “ Hello is anyone home.” Wanada and Nat walked in right behind you hugging and telling you how happy they were to have you back around. They asked you to spin around complimenting your outfit you had opted to wear something fun and casual for this lovely fall evening.

You and the girl’s caught up talking about anything new Wanda telling Nnat about your very outspoken patient she walked in on today. You brushed it off saying that he was just a very outspoken person who said what ever came to his mind. Nat Asked for his name and you said you couldn’t tell her patient confidentiality but Wanda said “but you can’t stop me his name is Wade Wilson.” Nat had a smirk on her face “ I’ve heard of him he used to be quiet the talk around S.H.I.E.L.D he had a reputation he had the least amount of casualties out anyone at S.H.I.E.L.D and he barely got hurt and when he did he would heal freaky fast. Plus he’s cute.” She said with a smirk on gracing her face. You were cut from speaking when Sam walked in the room and squeezed you tight in a hug “ Oh it’s so good to see you around here again I’ve been going crazy dealing with these people without you and plus I miss my running buddy.” He said exaggerating every word he said. You told him you had missed him the most with a playful tone. He came to tell you that the food had arrived and to come out to the back. You began to gather your stuff and walk out the room when Nat asked if you two could speak.

“ You know you don’t have to come back you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do because of Barnes. I know you love him and that you care about him sometimes more than you care about yourself. But you needed to take that time and focus on yourself for once. If you need more time it doesn’t matter how he feels take it for yourself. “ She said and grabbed you in a big hug.

You had so much to consider already but you just wanted to focus on this evening with your family. You decide to take the long way to the back when you heard someone behind you : I see we were thinking the same thing.” Bucky came up and hugged you from behind “ Hey doll I missed you.” he said spinning you towards him and looking you in the eyes. “ We just had a movie night two days ago and have been texting constantly how could you miss me?”you said with a big grin on your face. “ exactly two days is too long to go without seeing your face.” He began to lead you by the hand outside “ I may have hand something to do with the setup for tonight I hope you like it.” As you stepped into the back yard you were surprised the back of the compound had been decorated in fairy lights and your f/f were in the middle of the table. You tuned to see Bucky staring at you with hope in his eyes. “ Buck this is beautiful you even hung fairy lights.” You had a thing about fairy lights you always thought they made any space look more homey.

You sat with Bucky and enjoyed dinner with the team Wanda and Vision had cooked and it was the best spaghetti you had ever had. You all talked any just enjoyed each other’s company like old time. At the end of the night you and Bucky had curled up on one of the coaches in the common room and were talking about the most mundane things you could honestly say this was the best night you had had in awhile. Bucky began speaking “ All your stuff is where you left it and ready for you to come back to.” You were taken off guard and began to think about Nats words to you from earlier. You had gotten up and followed Bucky back to your old room telling everyone goodnight . You had changed into a oversized tee and were waiting on Bucky to join you. “ Hey Buck can we talk?” you said “ Sure is the room to cold I try to fix the thermostat last night I.” he began explaining “Bucky i’m not ready to move back in.’ The next thing you heard was a loud scream.

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