Good At Surviving || Bucky Barnes ||

Chapter 38

"What was that about?" I finally asked since I really wanted to know.

Steve continued walking and raised his eyebrows. "What was what about?"

"You! Insisting to show me around!" I said like it was the most obvious fact in the history of facts.

"It's called being nice. You should try it sometime."

"Wow ... that was cold Rogers." I mumbled, a bit annoyed that he didn't want to answer me honestly.

"That's your room." he completely ignored me and opened the door for me.

I nodded as a thank you and walked inside. The room was bigger than a whole apartment I used to live in.

At first I thought that I will probably get a roommate since there was so much space. But once I realised that there is only one bed, I figured out that it's all mine.

"As far as I know if you have any complaints about the room or anything ... just let ... someone know." Steve said as he leaned on the doorframe and crossed his arms.

I widened my eyes. "Why the fuck would I complain about living in a freaking castle?!"

"Language..." he mumbled.

"Sorry. Why the flipflop would I complain about this?!" I corrected myself, mostly to make fun of him.

"You're not funny." Steve said as he closed the door and sat down on a chair.

"Just a little." I said and winked mischievously.

"No not at all."

"Woah! Do not blame me for your lack of humour!" I said, pretended to be offended.

He let out a deep breath, probably to stop himself from saying anything that I would have a comeback to.

I quickly explored around the room. It even had it's own bathroom and closet.
"This is ... insane."

"But honestly... I don't need such a huge closet... I mean..." I raised my rucksack. "That's all I have."

Steve sighed. "As long as it's not too small don't complain about it."

I rolled my eyes as I sat down on the bed, opposite from him.

I said nothing. I just stared directly at him.

"If you are done here ..." he started and was about to stand up but I interrupted him.

"No I'm not done." I said as I kept staring.

"Can you stop?" he said annoyed as he leaned back.

I didn't respond which made him uncomfortable. I could tell this by the way he changed his sitting position.

"What happened when I was gone?" I was determined to find out what was he up to.

"A lot of stuff happened..."

"C'mon, what happened in Sokovia?" I kept pushing to get the answers.

He rubbed his eyes, still a bit uncomfortable and took a deep breath. "I'm sure you can read all about it on the internet or something."

"The internet isn't always-..." this time he interrupted me.

"But what you can't read on the internet is where has Emily Stark been." Steve said as he leaned forward with elbows resting on his knees, obviously expecting some kind of an answer.

"Why does Steve Rogers care where I've been?" I said and crossed my arms, as I slightly tilted my head, refused to blink. "Actually. Why is Steve Rogers asking where I've been if he most definitely knows the answer?"

My second sentence caught him off guard but he tried to hide it. "Fine. Why Romania?"

I proudly smiled at myself. "So I'm right. You pretend like you don't know anything when you actually know everything."

"Not everything ... that's why I'm asking." he was trying really hard to stop me from messing with him.

"We don't even know eachother that well Rogers so I have no reason to talk with you about this." I said as I finally broke the eye contact and stood up to walk away.

He grabbed my hand before I could leave. "We may not know eachother very well but we care very much about the same person."

I froze for a moment. Then I turned my head to look at Steve as I just stared at him for a few moments with wide opened eyes.

"If this is about Bucky - ..." I almost whispered as I let go of his hand.

"Emily, he's my best friend. I thought he died. I watched him fall off the train. And now he's... he needs help. I need to -..." he didn't even try to deny it.

"What you need to is to stop expecting me to magically know where he is!" I finished his sentence, almost yelling.

I turned away from him and walked towards the door.

"But you do know, right? You know exactly where he is."

I stopped with my hand on the doorknob as I stared down at my feet. For some reason I was starting to tear up. The thought of Bucky just hurt me too much.

"You need to let go Steve." I said as I walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me, before he could see tears streaming down my cheeks.