Hard to say- pt. 4
overview- you and the sturniolo’s have been best friends since you remember, but you’ve always had a thing for Matt. When a new girl, Abby, moves into town, things between you and Matt change.
warnings- underage drinking, crying, Abby being a bitch but then getting what she deserves.
a/n- sorry guys
your head was pounding when your woke up, from all of the crying.
You still couldn’t believe that Matt had just left you- for someone he barely even knew.
you sighed and got up, getting ready for school.
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“he doesn’t fucking deserve you,” Logan practically spat out. You and him had gotten closer over the weeks Matt ignored you.
“if he can’t see how amazing you are then he must be blind.” You shrugged. “Thanks I guess.”
Logan frowned at you, but he knew just the thing to lighten the mood. “Also.. I finished season one of bridgerton!”
your face immediately lighten up. “Really? Did you like it?”
“it was good honestly. I’m just glad Simon came to his senses.” You laughed.
from across the room, Matt looked at you and Logan laughing. Something twitched in his stomach. Had he really been right to leave you?
he shook it from his head, or tried too, and turned his attention back on Abby.
-
Lunch approached suddenly, making you feel a little skeptical. You approached your table.
unfortunately things weren’t gonna go good. “Oh look, the whore has arrived,” Abby said. Your faces burned with anger and embarrassment as you sat down.
“shove it up your ass,” ally said. There was an awkward silence for a moment until Logan walked up to the table.
“hey y/n, wanna sit with us?” He motioned to his table where a few people sat and waved.
Matt glared at Logan but nobody noticed. “Sure,” you said, trying to escape the tension.
“your gonna leave me?” Ally fake pouted. “Oh God,” she gasped. “Are you replacing me too?” You smiled at her. “Don’t worry Al. Nobody replaces the original.” “Good,” she said with a smirk. “Now off you go.”
you smiled at her and followed logan to his table. Matt glared at both of your backs as you walked off.
you sat down at the table. Besides Logan, there was 2 girls and another guy. “Hey,” you breathed as you sat down.
“this is y/n guys. Y/n, that’s Emery,” he pointed to a girl with brown curly hair. She smiled and waved at you. You smiled back. “That’s Angela,” he pointed to a girl who’s also had brown hair, but it was straight. “And that’s Mateo.” The boy had deep black curly hair. He gave you a nod.
“On my gosh,” Emery said. “How does it feel to be friends with the sturniolo’s? They’re so fine. Especially Chris.”
“okay Emery that’s enough,” Angela said. “Sorry about her. She has a little.. obsession.” You laughed. “It’s okay.”
“so anyways y/n,” Logan began. “Laura Dwarfman is having a party tonight. Wanna go?”
“I dunno..” you said a little skeptically. Usually parties didn’t go well with the kids in your school. “Come on! It’ll help you get your mind off of… recent events.”
he wasn’t wrong. You had a lot on your plate lately, and you wanted to take a breather. “Fine,” you sighed. “But you have to give me a ride.”
“I’ll be there at 5,” he said with a mischievous grin. You rolled your eyes and continued to talk with your new friends.
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it was about 4:45, and you were currently applying lip gloss. You wore a blue dress that hugged every curved of your body. It made you feel confident for some reason.
“ooooh, someone’s looking good,” you mom said as she walked into the kitchen. You rolled your eyes.
“where are you going?” She asked. “Some random girl’s party.” She nodded her head and sipped her coffee.
the door bell suddenly rang. “That must be my ride.” You open the door to see Logan grinning at you.
“hey,” you breathed. “You ready?” “Yeah.”
“And who is this y/n?” Your mom asked, smirking. “Mom this is Logan. Logan this is my mom.”
“nice to meet you.” He said with a smile, shaking her hand. “Now if you kids are gonna do anything, please use protection.”
a crimson blush appeared on your cheeks. “Mom!” Logan chuckled behind you. “Don’t worry. Me and your daughter are just close friends, and we plan to keep it that way.”
“Alright alright. You kids have fun. Also y/n, be back by 11:30. There’s school tomorrow.”
“alright,” you said as you walked out the door. “Bye!”
-
the first thing you smelled as you walked through the door was sweat and alcohol. You and Logan walked through, managing to bump into Chris and Nick.
“Oh hey y/n. Long time no see.” Chris said. You grinned at him. “Oh yeah. This is Logan.” Logan waved. “Cool. I’m Chris, and that’s nick.”
You saw a blush crawl on Logan’s face as he shook hands with nick. “Right. We’ll catch you guys later.”
You followed Logan into the living room, where a circle was forming. They were playing truth or drink.
“alright so here’s how the game goes,” some random guy said. “You spin the bottle. When it lands in someone, the person he spun the bottle asks a question. You either say it, or you have to take a shot.”
you normally didn’t drink but this sounded fun. “Alright I’ll go first.” The guy spun the bottle, and it landed on a girl.
“Alright. How many bodies do you have?” The girl blushed and poured a shot in her glass, gulping it down.
After a few rounds, the bottle landed on you. “Who was your first with?”
you didn’t hesitate to pour yourself a shot. You were not admitting that you were a virgin in front of a crowd. Some sounds of disappointment left the circle.
after about 30 minutes of playing, you were completely wasted. You found yourself wandering to the dance floor, losing yourself.
someone pushed to you to the floor- hitting your head. You were a bit dizzy as you sat up, but the dizziness left immediately.
Right in front of your eyes- Matt and Abby were making out. The drink in your hand spilled in the floor when you fell, and it now touched Matt’s shoes.
Matt pulled away, looking down at the mess in front of him, until he saw you, right in front of him.
there was so much hurt in your eyes, and tears were falling down your face. Abby just laughed at you. “Aww, did the little baby hurt herself falling?” She said in a mocking voice.
you couldn’t with her anymore. You grabbed punch bowl and poured it over her head, eliciting gasps from everyone in the room.
she wiped the vodka punch out of her face and screamed. “You little bitch,” she yelled. “Do you know how expensive this dress was?”
“aww, is the little baby gonna cry over her dress?” You said in the same tone she had. “Go fuck your self bitch.” You flipped her off and stormed out the house, tears falling down your eyes.
Logan followed you out the house. “Y/n,” he said grabbing your shoulder. “Are you alright?” That was it.
you bursted out into sobs, and he pulled you close. You wrapped your arms around him and sobbed into his shirt.
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Motivation
Summary: One shot. An intervention between a woman and her ex-boyfriend turns into a meet cute for Bucky. After agreeing to see each other again, he is dismayed when he finds out she’s been kidnapped.
Length: 4.2K
Characters: Bucky Barnes, named but not described OFC, unnamed kidnappers, several Avengers.
Warnings: Some misogyny from ex-boyfriend, some violence causing injury.
Author’s notes: Avengers AU. Takes place after Bucky has been treated by Wakanda. Thanos never happened, Bucky and Tony made their peace and he was invited to join the Avengers. Despite the kidnapping this is a bit of a fluffy piece.
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“Don’t you walk away from me!”
The man ran after the woman, grabbing her by the elbow and yanking her to face him. She struggled to pull her arm out of his hand, but he squeezed her arm right at the elbow in such a way that it hurt to pull on it.
“Let go,” she demanded. “We’re done and I have nothing more to say to you.”
“No, we’re not done,” he answered. “You just don’t get to say we’re over.”
“Is there a problem here?”
They both turned to look at the tall dark-haired man. His frown was enough for the man to loosen his hold on the woman, allowing her to pull away from him. Whoever this man was didn’t matter, but his intervention was enough for her to make her point once more.
“The problem is that this guy is a total asshole,” she said. “He cheated on me several times and I finally told him we were done. Apparently, he thinks he deserves a second chance.”
“She meant nothing,” explained the man.
“Which she?” The woman glared at him. “There were more than one.”
“None of them,” he smirked.
The dark-haired man stepped in between them. “I think the lady has spoken.”
The other man sneered. “She’s no lady. She’s a fucking bitch.”
“You shouldn’t have said that,” glowered the taller man.
He grasped the man with his left hand, making him wince in the iron-strong grip. Then he leaned towards him and whispered something in his ear, that made the man’s eyes widen and his face appeared startled. Releasing him, the dark-haired man stepped back and glared at the other, as if waiting for him to do something.
“I’m sorry I called you that,” her ex-boyfriend mumbled. “I, uh, won’t bother you anymore.”
Turning around he walked away, holding the arm that had been released. He never looked back. The stranger turned to the woman, noticing she was rubbing her elbow.
“Are you hurt?”
She looked at it and shook her head. “No, not really. Thank you.”
He smiled, and the way it lit up his face made her feel warm inside. “No problem. I don’t like bullies.” With a nod, he resumed his path, then suddenly turned back towards her. “Are you free at the moment? Maybe we can have a coffee and take a few moments to enjoy each other’s company.”
It was her turn to smile, and she joined him. “I’d like that. I’m Grace.”
“Bucky.”
A block away was a coffee shop. Bucky opened the door for her, then waited in line until she made her choice, pulling his bank card out to pay. When Grace protested, he wouldn’t take no for an answer, watching her with an amused smile on his face until she gave up. Sitting at a corner table, she pretended to be angry at him.
“I asked you for coffee, so I should pay,” said Bucky. “It’s only right.”
“But I don’t know you,” she answered, sitting across from him.
“True, but they know me here.” He looked up as the barista brought their coffees. “Tim, can you tell Grace here that I’m a good guy?”
“Never saw you before in my life,” grinned the man, then he relented. “Bucky is a man of honour.” He tilted his head as if realizing something. “She doesn’t recognize you. This is Bucky Barnes, one of the Avengers. He really is a good guy.”
With a smile, Bucky returned his attention to Grace, finding her staring at him in a combination of embarrassment and dismay.
“You must think I’m an idiot,” she said. “I thought you looked familiar but like maybe I saw you on the train a few times, or something.”
“I don’t mind. It’s kind of nice to know that you didn’t run away from me when you found out. I’ve had that happen.”
“Seriously?” He nodded, then sipped his coffee. “That would be rude.”
He smiled again and she found herself appreciating the crinkling at the edges of his eyes. He was so much more handsome in person than he appeared on TV or in the newspapers. A sound outside distracted him for a moment, and she watched as he narrowed his eyes at a pair of men yelling at each other. The one man flipped the bird at the other before stalking away. Satisfied that he didn’t need to intervene Bucky turned his attention back to her.
“Sorry, enhanced hearing means I could hear everything that happened. If they came to blows I would have stepped in.”
“You’re that type of guy, aren’t you?” she asked, then seeing the puzzled expression on his face clarified. “I mean, you’re a peacemaker.” Bucky shrugged. “Yes, you are. I know about your past and everything but that wasn’t you. The guy that chased Jeff away and watched to make sure two strangers didn’t start fighting on the street, that’s you … a peacemaker.”
“I guess.” He sipped his coffee again and was quiet. “Makes me sound like a guy that can’t mind his own business.” He shrugged again. “I do watch people but I’m not a voyeur.” Her smile made him stop. “I’m digging myself a bigger hole, aren’t I?”
With a grin, she nodded, then drank from her cup. “On behalf of those who needed a peacemaker at some point in their lives, I thank you for your service.”
They both laughed, then talked of many things, not noticing how the outside light changed from late afternoon to early evening, until Tim appeared at their table.
“Are you going to order more coffee or a sandwich or something? We’re getting ready to close up.”
Bucky looked at his watch and gasped. They had been there for over three hours. He looked at Grace who shook her head.
“No, I guess we’re done. Sorry, Tim, we lost track of time.”
“Yeah, I figured.”
He took their mugs and Bucky stood up, pulling Grace’s chair out, then opened the door for her as they stepped outside into the humid evening. Running his gloved hand through his hair he gazed down at her, then smiled when she took his hand and tugged him in one direction. He switched sides when he noticed she was on the outside of the sidewalk, explaining a gentleman should always be closer to the traffic than the lady. When they got to the subway stop, she stopped and looked at the sign.
“This is where I have to catch my train.”
“Yeah, I gathered.” Bucky gazed at her. “May I see you again?”
“I’d like that. Do you have your phone?”
He unlocked it, handed it to her, and watched as she entered her phone number in it, then pressed dial before handing it back. She pulled her ringing phone out of her purse, answered it, then saved his number under the name Peacemaker, making him smile. Someone bumped into them, and Bucky pulled her aside, then placed his hand on her upper arm, lowered his lips to hers and kissed her. It was definitely nice; in fact, it was more than nice.
As Grace descended down the stairs to the darkness of the underground subway system, she allowed herself the luxury of thinking what it would be like to see Bucky Barnes on a regular basis. Placing her transit pass on the sensor she went through the gate and waited on the platform for her train. There were no seats, so she resigned herself to standing. As the train accelerated out of the station, she pulled her phone out and checked her emails and messages. She didn’t notice the two men at opposite ends of the train car who watched her.
Bucky took his time as he walked back towards Avengers Tower, feeling pretty mellow after spending the last few hours getting lost in conversation with Grace. She was nice, very nice, and their meeting, even though it started out because of his tendency to intervene in disputes, certainly evolved into what some of his fellow Avengers would call a “meet cute.” He shook his head with amusement as he walked into the Tower, waving at the security guards on the main floor. Inside the elevator he looked out over the city as the car sped its way up to the residential floors. When the doors opened, he was met with a little reception committee.
“Who is she?” Natasha was certainly blunt with her question.
“Who is who?” He didn’t have to answer if he didn’t want to play her game.
“The girl who kept you in a coffee shop for three hours,” replied Sam, holding his phone up with a picture of Bucky and Grace on someone’s social media post.
“I just met her,” he answered, already irritated at them. “What, you didn’t think I could meet someone without help? I intervened when her ex-boyfriend wouldn’t leave her alone. We went for coffee, and we had a good time.”
“Just like the old days,” said Steve, who grinned at his friend. “Leave him alone. You are seeing her again, right?”
“Yes, I am. I have her number and everything.” His phone beeped and he pulled it out of his pocket. “In fact, that’s probably a message from her.”
Opening the message, he began to read, then his face became dark, then outright angry.
“What is it?” Steve asked, knowing this was serious.
Bucky handed him the phone. There was a picture of Grace tied up in a chair, looking terrified.
Soldat, if you wish to see your girlfriend again you will come alone to Fort Tilden in Queens. No cars. Take the 2 train to Flatbush Avenue-Brooklyn College; then transfer to the Q35 bus and get off at the first stop after crossing the Gil Hodges Bridge. Leave your phone behind. We have people watching you so we will know if you try to bring help.
“Looks like someone else was watching,” said Steve. “What’s your play?”
“Do as they say,” replied Bucky. “She’s an innocent, Steve. If they hurt her ….”
“They won’t. We can track you through your arm, but we’ll stay here. That way, if they ask you, it will be the truth. Weapons?”
“Knives,” said Bucky. “I have some that don’t show up on a metal scanner.” He shrugged. “For times when I need to get past metal detectors.”
After texting back that he would comply Bucky left his phone with Steve, then changed into something more suitable for a fight. Heading out into the evening he took the 2 train, getting off where he was told, then transferred to the Q35 bus. Along the way he studied his surroundings, easily picking out the people observing him. It was dark when the bus crossed the Gil Hodges Bridge, and he pulled the cord to get off. Following the signs directing him to Fort Tilden he stayed on the service roads, remembering from his own youth that the grounds around it were covered in poison ivy. The thought that Grace may have been forced to walk through that made him angry for a moment, then he forced himself to stay on task. As he approached the graffiti covered casemate an armed man, visible in the moonlight, appeared at the top, pointing the gun at him.
“Keep going towards the opening,” he said. “You’ll be directed further.”
With a deep breath Bucky stepped under the large semi-circular overhang into the tunnel below. It was pitch black inside, but he could hear the whine of night vision goggles, indicating he wasn’t alone. He stopped and waited.
“Kneel,” said a voice behind him, as he heard another electrical charge, that of a stun baton, start up in front of him.
Doing as he was told, he waited as someone pulled his arms together behind him and clasped a large metal restraint on. The slight beep of a portable metal detector indicated they were checking him for weapons, and he felt the metal knives in his jacket and leg holster being slid out. The detector gave no indication of the knives he had hidden in his boots.
“Stand. Walk.”
He got himself back up and began to walk, feeling the poke of a weapon in his back. They came out of the tunnel and turned on the path towards a building, dimly lit inside. Pushed through a door, he noticed the tearful eyes of Grace, sitting tied up in a chair, and smiled at her, trying to convey that she would be okay. She couldn’t verbally respond as she was gagged but she nodded her head slightly. Bucky looked at the masked man who stood near her.
“Let her go,” he said. “She has nothing to do with any of this.”
“I don’t think so,” replied the man. “Who knew something so simple like a damsel in distress would bring the Soldat to heel. I think we’ll keep her to keep you in line.”
“That’s a bad decision and you know it.” Bucky focused his stare on the man. “The moment your back is turned I’ll take you down. You know I can hurt all of you without breaking a sweat, the four that watched me on the way here, the one on top, the two in tunnel and the three you have in the rafters. I’m sure you have half a dozen more but it’s no big deal for me to deal with them.”
“Even you aren’t fast enough to keep us from hurting the girl,” smirked the man, raising a hand. A laser guided pointer settled on Grace’s shoulder. “I’ll shoot her everywhere that hurts without killing her until you comply, Soldat.”
“I’m not him anymore. I’m James “Bucky” Barnes and nothing you do will bring the Soldier back.”
“We’ll see. Draco.”
A big man descended down the stairs of the building, pulling his jacket off as he did. Then he walked towards Grace. He said something to her in a language that Bucky obviously understood because he launched himself at the big man, knocking him over onto his back then straddled him with his legs, trapping the man’s arms with his thighs in a grip like a vice. Even with Bucky’s arms restrained behind him the big man never had a chance to get up as the super soldier used his forehead as a battering ram against the man’s face until the masked man fired a handgun into the air to stop Bucky.
“I’ve proved my point,” he said, calmly. “The Soldat is still there, just waiting for the right motivation to appear.” He waved to the other two of his men. “Get off of Draco and stand where you were.”
The other two men came down the stairs, their guns slung over their shoulders. They grabbed the injured Draco under his arms and dragged him away to the side, one of them tending to him as the other stood with his gun at the ready. Bucky waited patiently, then he heard the sound he had been expecting, a quinjet in stealth mode. It was still some distance away, so he spoke to drown out the sound as it came closer.
“So, Draco spoke Romanian,” he stated. “Last I heard HYDRA didn’t have any cells there.”
“Your intelligence gathering is flawed,” replied the masked man. “We have cells in many places. He’s not a believer, just a hired gun, although I think his best days are behind him. You, on the other hand, are still in top form.”
“I’ve been spending a lot of time destroying HYDRA cells in many places,” answered Bucky. “Their best days are also behind them. Now, they’re a sad bunch of losers who think they’re so smart about avoiding detection. Really, they just aren’t that important in the state of things. They usually manage to draw attention on themselves, and we let local law enforcement deal with them.”
“Silence!” The masked man was angry. “I was high up in my organization! I went on many missions of importance while managing to avoid capture. I have you, don’t I?”
Bucky smirked. “Yeah, you have me. Had to lure me here, and let poor Draco get the crap beaten out of him. You’re nothing. I bet you were a porter, or perhaps an IT technician. You guys think nothing moves without you.”
This time the masked man pointed his gun directly at Grace’s chest, so Bucky stopped talking but he heard some whispered words in his ear, and knew he wasn’t alone.
“Sergeant Barnes, as soon as I break you out of the restraints you see to the young lady. We’ll take care of the rest.”
He acknowledged Vision’s whisper with a slight nod of his head then all hell broke lose as the metal restraining his arms fell onto the dirty floor of the abandoned building and a small army dropped from the rafters to deal with the others. Sheltering Grace with his body, Bucky held her tightly. Within moments, it was over, and he pulled the gag out of her mouth, and used one of the knives out of his boot to cut through the ropes that held her to the chair.
“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” he said, as he checked her over for any injuries.
She looked at him in surprise then began to cry and he kissed her on the forehead before holding her close again. Standing up, he swept her into his arms and stood with his head bent close to her as the other Avengers approached, all of them looking at Grace with concern. Slowly, she calmed down then lifted her head from where it was pressed into Bucky’s chest.
“You okay, now? I’m going to put you down. I think my friends want to meet you.”
She sniffed then nodded but held tightly onto Bucky as he lowered her until she had her footing. Then he kept an arm around her as she peered at the kidnappers who were all unmasked and sitting with their hands behind their heads.
“We got them all, including the ones who were watching you on the train and bus,” said Steve, handing Bucky some wet wipes to clean the blood off of his face. “Vision made sure they were taken care of first, then Wanda took care of the lookouts. Medics are on their way to deal with the Draco fellow. What did he say that got you riled up?”
Bucky shook his head. It had been vile and disgusting and he truly didn’t want to repeat it in front of Grace.”
“Everyone, this is Grace. I don’t even know your last name, yet.”
“Morrison,” she murmured. “You all came to rescue me?”
“Yeah. Bucky had point like he always does, but we weren’t far behind,” replied Steve. “Did they hurt you, Miss Morrison? Sam? Maybe you can give her a quick look?”
Sam looked at Bucky first, who nodded, and he folded his wings. “I was a para-rescue in the Air Force,” he explained to Grace. “Kind of an advanced paramedic. Let me just quickly check you out.”
He offered her his hand and took her over to where the lighting was better, checking her eyes, and asking her questions. Soon, he had her smiling, then he looked back at the others and gave them a thumbs-up. Bucky and Steve went over to the masked man whose mask was now off. He looked at them defiantly from where he sat on the floor and Bucky kneeled down to stare at him, then shook his head in disgust.
“You were an assistant custodian,” he said. “Weren’t even allowed anywhere near me whenever I was being processed. Who are the others?”
“Top level operatives.” The man’s tone was boasting.
“A couple of cheap mercenaries, probably desperate for work, and some wanna-be types,” said Natasha, coming over with her phone in her hand. “Found the ad he placed on a dark web job board. The plan was to get you and offer you to the highest bidder. He even had your ad ready to post.” She whistled. “$20 million was his beginning price. I think he was hoping for a big payday.”
She whipped a knife out and kneeled down to his level, placing it dangerously close to his crotch.
“Where’s Grace’s phone?”
He reached for his jacket, then suffered the indignity of Black Widow restraining him as she reached inside, pulling it out, then shaking her head as she showed the others.
“He broke the screen. Naughty boy. I should finish the job just for that.”
“I’ll give her one of the newest Stark phones,” said Tony, stomping inside. “Am I late to the party? Took me a little longer to get here from Washington.”
Natasha laughed then stood up. “Yeah, you’re late. You can spring for dinner though. What do you say everyone? Pizza? Chinese? Greek?”
“All of the above,” smiled Tony. “Least I can do for Bucky’s girlfriend.”
“Just met her Tony,” stated Bucky. “Not sure she’ll want to see me again after being kidnapped right after we said goodbye.”
Grace came over with Sam. “I don’t know, it was kind of exciting see you come in to save me,” she said. “After what Draco said I was really impressed. I had a Romanian grandmother. I understood what he wanted to do to me.”
“Nice,” smiled Sam. “What other languages do you know? How do you call someone an asshole in Romanian?”
Bucky gently took Grace’s arm and pulled her away from Sam, while giving him the finger. He towered over Grace, gently pushing a loose strand of hair over her ear. Suddenly, they were alone as everyone else drifted away to give them some privacy.
“What do you say? Do you want to come back to the Tower for some food? I can drive you back to your place after, or you can stay over. There’s lots of room for overnight guests.”
“I am hungry,” she admitted. “They grabbed me as I came off the subway before I got home. I can decide later whether to go home or stay over.”
“Well, at least the ride back will be nicer than the bus or the train,” he said, leading her outside as a squad from SHIELD arrived to take the kidnappers into custody.
The others were out there and began to file into the quinjet, while Sam and Tony rose into the air to return under their own power. Wide-eyed, Grace went up the ramp with Bucky, sitting where he indicated and watching him with a smile as he made sure she was securely belted in. He sat next to her, and they both had a happy look on their faces when their hands slowly inched closer until they intertwined their fingers.
When they arrived at the Tower, Tony offered Grace some clothing to change into, since hers were quite dirty from being manhandled and tied up in the abandoned building. Bucky showed her to his apartment, leaving while she had a quick shower. The clothes, some SHIELD workout wear, fit reasonably well and she came out to find Bucky waiting in the hallway. Taking her hand, he walked a few feet then stopped and pulled her into an alcove.
“They’re going to tease me because before I was the Winter Soldier I was quite the ladies’ man but since I was deprogrammed, I’ve become less sure about myself. I have a lot of baggage.”
“I’m not the best judge of character,” Grace admitted. “Case in point, Jeff, but I never once felt awkward or uneasy around you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re one of the most incredible men I’ve ever met. The way you took out Draco without even the use of your arms was magnificent.” Her eyes met his, full of admiration. “What he said about finding the right motivation to bring the Winter Soldier out was so wrong. Instead, he brought out someone noble who defended my honour, even though you barely know me. I can see us getting along very well, James “Bucky” Barnes, baggage or no baggage.”
She placed her hand on his cheek and drew him down to her, kissing him ever so softly. Looking at his gloved hand, she took it in hers, then looked up at him, asking permission with her eyes. He nodded and she pulled the glove off, carefully examining the black and gold metal hand attached to the prosthetic arm that replaced the HYDRA version shot off by Tony in Siberia. Deliberately, she put her hand in it, and tugged him a little as they walked to the common area. After staying overnight, Grace only went back to her place once, to gather all of her things and bring them back to the Tower, staying in a guest room. A week later, she moved into Bucky’s apartment and the rest might be a story for another time.
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