brooklyn - steve rogers. / captain america.

fourteen.

anastasia presley james
chapter fourteen
mar. 9, 2013

"ew! gross, now i have ketchup on my pants," i yell, wiping off the ketchup carefully with a napkin.

both of the boys are laughing with their fries in their mouth. i roll my eyes at my new stained jeans.

"it's still so weird to see you dressed in pants, you always wore dresses and your hair is like the way you had it when you made me n' steve cake at your house, normal," bucky points out, as he calmed down from his laughing fit.

steve looked over at bucky and nodded.

"it's true, we used to see you with pin curls and now your hair is like," he points at my head trying to find the words and i laugh at the lack of knowledge over hair.

"wavy?" i add, helping him out.

"wavy! yes, that's the word," he chuckled and picked up another french fry.

bucky shrugged his shoulders and i took the final bite of my burger. we were in an empty cell, someone brought in a projector for us and i put pillows and blankets on the floor for us to eat. there was a long couch and more blankets on it, for later.

"we're practically a hundred years old and we still don't know the first thing about women," bucky laughs, steve laughs along and I wipe the edges of my mouth with a napkin.

"you can say that again," i mutter under my breath before sipping on my straw.

the room fell quiet and i looked up at bucky who's body language completely changed, he seemed hurt. steve looked between the both of us and cleared his throat.

"i'll throw everything out and we'll just get the movie later when i come back, anyone want snacks? i think coulson got everything ready with addy so," he looked at me and i didn't say a word," i'll just grab everything."

steve got up and grabbed our burger wrappers, putting them on his paper plate and walked away. the buzzer ran through and the door opened, steve walked out and the door closed behind him.

it was about two minutes until bucky took a loud sigh and i looked at him. he stood up and put his hand out, i grabbed his hand and he pulled me close.

"adaline," i look up at him and he took a deep breath and he hugged me tight,"i'm sorry."

"buck-"

"no, we should talk about this now. who knows when i'll get the opportunity to hold you like this," i nod and lead him towards the couch.

" i think this might be the fifth time i've been alone with you, one on one," i joke and he smiles.

"god, i've missed you," i give him a small smile and he lets out a deep breath,"you and steve have always and forever be my best friends, yet you.

he paused and i looked down at my hands.

"you, addy, have always been the woman I love the most," i smile and look up at him.

"it's ana," he looks confused and tilts his head,"my name; it's anastasia."

"ana, that's pretty," he starts to laugh lowly,"that was what you wanted to name your daughter, if you ever had one."

i smile and nod,"you remember!"

"there's not a single thing about you i could have possible forgotten, even though i did lose humanity for a while."

he has a small frown on his face and his eyes are filled with pain.

"ana, i love you. i always will, but we aren't the same anymore. i want us to be the same, but there are still things in my mind i don't have answers to. and from what i've heard, you're in the same boat."