The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 27: Ornaments on the tree...

I stayed to help Bucky clean up the mess he made.
God, I know this man probably hasn't cooked anything in ages but I didn't expect it to turn out that bad.
It took till almost 1pm to finish cleaning everything up.
I head back to my current bedroom and flop down onto the bed. I didn't know what to do, really.
I didn't care that it was Christmas Eve.
The only thing I cared about was being helped.
Still hadn't gotten that yet, have I?
Suddenly, there's a knock on the door.
"Come in." I answer.
"Hey, Sarah. How are you?" Nat says, walking over to me.
I shrug.
"Good, I guess."
"You guess? It's Christmas Eve."
"Yeah. I just.. don't feel the same way about it anymore."
"I understand. Well, we are going to decorate the Christmas Tree. Would you like to help? It might put you in a better mood." She smiles.
"I'll be out in a minute."
"Alright. We'll be waiting." She says, walking out the door.
I sigh. I didn't really want to help. But, I suppose, it'd be rude if I refused.
I sit up from the bed, slowly, and head toward the door.
..
"Thor, you can't just do that." Nat says.
"Do what?" He asks.
"Put the star upside down."
"It is not upside down." He claims.
"Yes, it is." Steve chimes.
"What are you talking about? It's a star, it's supposed to look like that." Thor says.
"No, it isn't. It's upside down." Clint chimes in.
"Well fine, then, I'll turn it around." Thor says, annoyed.
He picks up the star and turns it around.
"Better." Nat mutters.
I begin hanging up a glittery, red ornament. It shined brightly against the lights on the tree.
But not as bright as the stars outside at night.
I suddenly become aware that Peter wasn't there. Neither was Bucky.
I figured Bucky wasn't in the mood. Peter, though, surprised me.
"Um, do you guys know where Peter is?" I mumble.
"I don't believe I've seen him since this morning." Tony says.
Something about his tone made me weary.
"Well, do you want me to go get him?" I ask.
Tony shrugs.
"I don't see why not."

I head down the halls and go to the room Peter usually slept in.
I knock on the door.
"Peter?" I ask.
"What?" He asks. It sounded like he'd been... crying?
"Oh, well, I wondered if you wanted to decorate the tree with the rest of us..."
"Um, no. No, sorry. I don't."
"Are you sure?"
I hear him take a deep breath.
"Yeah, Sarah. I'm sure."
I don't leave yet.
"A-are you alright?" I ask.
"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. Okay?"
"Oh- okay, then. Bye."
He doesn't say anything else. He was acting strange.
I walk back out to where everybody else was.
"No Peter?" Clint asks me, as everybody continues to hang ornaments.
I shake my head.
"Well, that's alright. Come on, hang some ornaments." He smiles.
I reach my arm into the bin of ornaments when suddenly, a bunch of ornaments cling to the metal of my arm.
Seriously? Magnets? As ornaments?
"Are you serious..." I mutter, trying to pull them off.
I start to hear a few laughs as I continue trying to pull them off.
Damn, why wouldn't they come off. Why were these magnets so strong?
"Something wrong?" Bruce asks, trying his best not to chuckle.
"What makes you think that?" I say.
"Well, you look a bit stressed." Bruce says.
"What makes that so obvious?"
He shrugs, smiling in attempt not to laugh.
I'm still struggling to pull the magnets off as everybody's laugh becomes more obvious.
"Would you shut up and help me." I joke.
"I don't know." Thor laughs.
"I swear to God I will lift up that hammer and swing at you if you don't start helping me." I say, sarcastically.
"Hey, we don't need threats of murder here." Tony says.
"Wasn't exactly a threat." I mutter.
"Yeah, more of a 'I will definitely do it' situation." Thor jokes.
"No, but seriously. Get these off of me." I laugh.
Thor comes over and tries to pull the magnets off. But, some how, it isn't enough strength.
"Who put magnets in the fucking ornaments." I ask.
"Language! Sarah." Steve says.
"Oh piss of Rogers." I laugh.
He rolls his eyes.
"Well if nobody else is going to try to get these magnets off then what am I gonna do?"
"Here let me try." Tony says.
I give him a glare. I didn't want him touching me at all.
"Can't be that hard." Tony chuckles.
He holds my arm with one hand and tries to pull off a magnet with the other hand.
"What the?" He mutters.
He puts his hands up to the air and to his side.
"Looks like your stuck." He laughs.
"BUCKY!" I yell.
"Bucky? What do you need him for?" Tony asks.
"He's got a strong arm. Maybe he can get it."
Bucky walks out slowly and as soon as he sees me he puts his face in his palm and starts to laugh.
"Barnes! Hey! Get your ass over here and help me." I yell to him.
He walks over to me and just laughs more.
"How did this even happen?" He chuckles.
"I don't know!" I exclaim.
He's about to try to pull off a magnet when his hand stays connected to my arm.
"Oh, are you serious. Is this like, a double sided magnet or something?" He mutters, trying to pull his hand off of my arm.
Everybody begins to laugh even more as both of us are now struggling.
"No, Sarah, stop moving I need to get my hand off of your arm."
"No, maybe you stop moving. I'm trying to get my arm away from your hand."
"You're not making any sense that's basically the same reasoning."
Five minutes go past and both of us are now sitting on the floor, not even doing anything.
"I hate magnets." I mutter.
"Me too." Bucky mutters.
"Wait.. wait.. wait... so are you guys stuck like this?" Nat asks.
I look up at her.
"No, shit." I joke.
"Lang-.." Steve starts.
"And for crying out loud, WATCH your language. We get it." I cut him off.
"Well, what are we gonna do now!?" I exclaim.
Bucky shrugs.
"Who even puts magnets in ornaments anyways?" Clint chimes.
Suddenly, Tony starts to laugh.
"What? Stark?" Bruce asks.
"No, no it's nothing." He laughs.
"What is it, Tony?" Steve chimes.
"God damnit, Stark, did you put the magnets in the ornaments." Thor asks.
He shrugs and continues to laugh.
"Son of a bitch..." I joke.
"Hey, language." Steve directs at me.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I mumble.
Stark continues to laugh as me and Bucky sit helplessly stuck to each other.
"Seriously, though. What are we going to do?" I ask.
All of them look at each other and shrug.
"It's getting too late to go to the lab to fix this..." Stark murmurs.
"What are you suggesting?" Thor asks Tony.
He shrugs.
"Just sleep out here, on the couch. Or the floor."
"Dude, really?" I ask.
"Sure, why not?" He takes a sip of his drink and puts it down.
"It's getting late anyways." Stark mentions.
I watch as everybody turns over to Bucky and I.
"So you're leaving us here?" I ask.
They all shrug.
"Fine, go to bed, then." I say.
"Well, if you say so.." Thor says, walking away.
"Oh, really?" I joke.
"Goodnight guys." Nat says.
Everybody walks away into their own room.
I turn over to Bucky.
"What the fuck just happened?" I ask him, chuckling.
He chuckles and shrugs.
"We can't get unstuck till morning." He says.
I sigh.
"Well, I'm not sleeping." I say.
It was true. I wasn't sleeping.
I didn't want nor need anymore nightmares.
"Sarah, you need sleep." He whispers.
"No, I don't. I got half a night of sleep yesterday."
"Half?"
"Yes.."
He sighs and leans back on the couch.
"You'll be fine, okay? You need sleep." He whispers.
"I don't know if I want to, Buck. I remember more each night."
He sighs and looks over to me.
"You know, it's funny."
"What is?"
"Without memories, you're a nobody, right? And nobody wants to be a nobody. But with the memories you'd rather be a nobody with no memories." He whispers.
"It's not that funny." I joke.
"But it's true."
I sit in silence. He wasn't wrong.
I would very much rather be a nobody with no memories.
"Sleep, Sarah." He sighs.
"What about you? Are you going to sleep?" I whisper, asking.
He sits quietly.
"If I'm going to sleep, you're going to sleep too." I say.
He turns to face the ceiling.
"We're literally stuck together. I guess, nothing can happen to us." He assumes.
"If anything does happen we're together." I say.
He sits in silence for a few more moments.
"Fine, we'll both go to sleep." He whispers.
"Feel free to wake me up if anything happens." I say.
Now, we both lay in silence staring at the ceiling.
"How are we supposed to sleep, exactly?" He chuckles.
His left hand was literally stuck to my left arm.
I laugh.
"I don't know." I say.
"Well I'm not going to lay on my back. That's basically impossible for me." He says.
"Well then lay on your side." I say.
"Well if I'm going to lay on my side, you also have to. I don't exactly want my hand being crushed, metal or not." He chuckles.
"Well, duh." I laugh.
I turn to my side and his metal hand still lays on top of my metal arm.
I'm about to close my eyes and sleep when I remember something.
"Shit, Barnes. What happens when one of us has to use the bathroom." I ask.
He laughs a bit.
"Just don't go to the bathroom, please." He chuckles.
"Well I don't need to use it now, but when I do how are we supposed to do that?!"
"I guess Stark will have us unstuck in the morning, so you'll wait till then. Until then, goodnight."
I sit silent. And for a bit, I think he'd fallen asleep.
"Buck. Bucky?" I whisper.
"What now?"
"I want a blanket."
"A what?"
"I need a blanket it's freezing out here."
He sighs and gets up as I do.
"It's too late for this." He mutters.
I walk to the other side of the couch and grab the blanket.
"Couldn't you, like, bring it over to you?" He asks.
"Oh, yeah, forgot about that." I chuckle.
We sit back down on the floor since the couch was way too small.
I turn to my side and pull the blanket over him and I.
I was still wearing sweatpants and a shirt from this morning. He was already wearing pajamas.
I honestly didn't care whether we shared a blanket or not, we basically shared the same memories of pain. The least of my worries was sharing a blanket.
"Night, Buck." I whisper.
"Night."
I don't know why, but I felt comfort.
Not because I was laying on the floor, because that wasn't comfortable.
But because I was with someone who understood how I always felt.
He wanted me to be comfortable and okay.
Just like I wanted him to be okay.