Good At Surviving || Bucky Barnes ||

Chapter 28

"So..." he stopped the kiss while breathing heavily.

"So?" I asked as I stayed close to him, enough to feel his breath on my skin.

"Hypothetically... what would a man have to do... to make a girl like you stay here?" He asked as a little smirk appeared on his face.

I smiled and looked at my feet. "Depends on who the man is." I said and looked back at his eyes.

He pretended to think. "Let's say ... he's a semi-stable, almost a hundred year old man .... wow now it sounds just wrong." he said and laughed.

"Not gonna lie, that's just my type." I nodded approvingly.

"That's... good to know."

"Also this girl has no other place to stay at and is not planning to go back home any tume soon." I sighed.

He narrowed his eyebrows as he put his arm around my shoulders and led me to the sofa. "Is there something... particularly that happened back home?"

I laughed through my nose. "Well nothing special... but I'm kinda accused of murdering 12 innocent people ..." I said like it wasn't a big deal and sat down.

His eyes widened. "You? You did that?" he asked surprised.

I crossed my arms. "Woah why so surprised? You don't think I'm capable of doing something like this?"

He thought for a moment. "Honestly? No not really. And by that I don't mean that you are not able to do that... you just wouldn't." he explained.

I looked him in the eyes for a few moments while staying completely quiet as I tilted my head slightly.

"What?" he asked as he tilted his head the same way that I did.

I smiled slightly. "Even my brother thought I did this... and then there's you... not even questioning it."

He looked down and smiled.

"Don't do that. It's way too cute." I said as I reached for his chin with my fingers and raised it back up.

His face went back to serious. "Wait but why do people think you did this?"

"It's a fake news or something... so they could find me cause apparently I have informations that could affect national security." I explained and rolled my eyes.

"Do you?" he asked.

"Do I what?"

"Have that kind of information?"

I sighed. "Not intentionally... I mean i don't know ... do you mind if I use the bathroom?" I tried to change the subject.

I was thankful when he didn't try to push further. "Ofcourse not." he replied and pointed at the door of the bathroom.

"Thank you." I said as I walked to the bathroom door. Before I stepped in, I quickly glanced at Bucky. He was looking at me but looked away as soon as he caught my eyes.

I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath. Slowly I walked to the sink and turned on the water. For a few seconds I just stared at it and then I splashed my face.

I looked around. The bathroom didn't have a mirror. I turned off the water and was about to leave but then something got my attention.

There was one of his shirts lying on the floor. I kneeled down to take a better look at it. It was completely torn apart, full of little and bigger holes.

I narrowed my eyes as I tried to figure out how did... this happen.

I almost got a heart attack when I heard a soft knock on the door. Quickly I stood up and was about to open the door but for some reason I stopped with my hand on the doorknob.