Good At Surviving || Bucky Barnes ||

Chapter 9

"I'm 95 not dead."

Steve and Nat were having an "argument" about the kiss as I was just laughing at the backseat.

"And you back there... it's not funny. Seriously are you two 12?!" said Steve annoyed as he kept his focus on the road.

"Oohh grandpa mad." I said and pretended to be serious.

Nat gave me a high five.

Then on Steve's wish we calmed down a bit and stayed quiet.

"Hey can I ask..." I spoke up after a while, "What happened to Fury?"

Steve gave Nat a quick glance and I knew exactly what it meant.

"You still don't trust me Rogers?"

He sighed. "If Nat trusts you then I guess I trust you too."

"Fury was shot at Roger's apartment. He was killed by an assassin." said Nat and took a deep breath. "The bullets are untraceable. The guy had a metal arm and-..."

"What did you say?" I stopped her out of nowhere.

"Assassin, untraceable bullets, metal arm..." repeated Nat.

"Metal arm. Jame- I mean the man. That blew up the car that Nick and I were in. I think he had a metal arm." I said as I was trying to recall the memory.

"You still didn't tell me how did you survive..." said Nat and looked me. I could also see Steve looking at the front mirror every once in a while to see me.

"I- I uhm kinda knew him? I mean I think I met him before." I didn't know if I should tell them or not.

"Stark. If we trust you, you need to trust us. Tell us the truth." said Steve.

"So like... two years ago I was working at the diner..."

"Wait is that what you were trying to tell me in the hospital?" asked Nat.

"Yes but you have an annoying habit of interrupting people. And when I get interrupted I start messing up words. And when I mess up words I get nervous. And when I get nervous people around me also get nervous. And-..." I was getting out of breath.

"Just tell us what happened." Cap interrupted me.

I roll my eyes. "So one day this man came at the diner... first time he just ordered a coffee. And I remember that he was hurt ... like he was in a fight."

"Well if that's him then this is completely understandable." nodded Nat.

"But you don't understand! He wasn't like that! He wasn't... a murderer. He looked like he was in pain and desperate. Completely destroyed." I said as I pictured him, alone at the table in the dark corner.

"No offense Emily but you met this man once. You couldn't know what he was like just by bringing him a coffee...once."

"Twice..." I mumbled quietly.

"Sorry?" asked Nat who didn't seem to hear me.

"He came back one more time. Invited me for a cup of coffee." I looked down and smiled. "I told him I drink tea."

"Wait. Are you sure we are talking about the same guy?" asked Steve.

"Well..." I paused for a few moments.

"It's okay. Do you mind if I call you Mia?"
.........
"Mia...?"
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"You're dead. Play dead. Wait till I leave. Then go. Hide. I'm sorry."

"Yeah. It's the same guy. Just ... different." I said and sighed.

"Emily Stark please tell me you are not crushing over a man that most of the intelligence community doesn't believe even exists. He's credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years." said Nat giving me a look.