Zyma | Bucky Barnes (DISCONTINUED)

You Again

It took six weeks for me to wrap my head around what the world called the Blip.

That's 42 days.

1008 hours.

60480 minutes.

3628800 seconds.

(That's not including the extra month it took to finally get out of the apartment willingly)

If you haven't gotten the point yet, it took a while.

In that time, Jackson tried his best to catch me up on the things I missed to cheer me up. I didn't want to leave the apartment unless I had to during that time. Seeing how half of the population was trying to come back to terms of missing five years and the other population living their usual lives was an anxiety attack waiting to happen. We had movie marathons and binged watched tv shows that I had missed. He made me play the "Greatest Hits During The Blip" playlist on Spotify when he was at school. Let's just say that music changed drastically in 5 years.

Gemma had also explained how they somehow got the lease of my apartment under their name. I guess that means I have to stop calling it mine now. She told me that they sold their old house to move into the apartment with hopes I would come back. The five year disappearance was pushing it for her.

A couple of weeks after, I was finally able to find a job. Jackson mentioned that my bad work luck shouldn't be affected with this job. Let's hope the teen doesn't jinx it for me. The government was hiring retired agents for certain jobs. Mine just happened to be as a security guard at one of their psychiatric funded practices. Luckily, I was able to have some strings pulled to get me that job (thank you Skye).

It was my third week on my job, and things were going great. No bad work luck so far! I had the afternoon shift today, allowing me to sleep in. I adjusted my work badge as I entered through the door of the break room with a tumbler full of homemade lemonade. Jackson had forced me to take it to work along with the sandwich he had made for my dinner tonight.

He's been doing that since I started working again.
Gemma said this is his way of saying that he missed me, but didn't want to get all wordy with it. With a sigh, I clocked in and took a sip of the lemonade. A strong taste of sweetness invaded my tastebuds. I choked on the drink in surprise.

"Oh wow, that's super sweet." I pulled a face, forcing myself to drink the lemonade in my mouth. "Way too much sugar."

"Hey, Sophie." One of my coworkers, Brittany, walked in.

"Hey." I gave her a smile. Placing the tumbler and lunchbox on the table, I gave her a curt nod. "Leaving early today?"

"Yeah, have to take my kids to their dentist appointment and bribe them with ice cream later. Toddlers hate the dentist." She chuckled.

"Ah, bribery. Works most of the time, huh? Nothing like getting sugar and cavities after the dentist. Kids love that. Heck I love sugar after the dentist, too!"

"At this age, bribery works all the time. It's just the temper tantrums I gotta look after. Those aren't fun. If Ben and Jerry's is out of their Phish Food, I'm flipping some tables." Brittany joked. However, the hardness in her eyes said otherwise. "Matthew won't eat any other ice cream flavor but that one. The last time they were out, Matthew threw a tantrum and kicked a chair. Never thought I would have to apologize to a sixteen year old about my two year old's fit."

"Uh...Good luck with that." I responded, not knowing what else to say.

"Oh! I think Dr. Raynor needs you real quick." Brittany informed me.

"Oh, do you know what for?" I furrowed my brows.

"Nope." Brittany's phone beeped. Quickly pulling it out of her purse to read the screen, she cursed. "Gotta go. Bye!"