ONLY ANGEL | B. Barnes

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER NINE
Bucky had not been too keen on going back to the inn and actually tracking down the antichrist with Kida. In fact, there had been a short period, in Kida's little green car, where he had influenced the stop signs to rest at red for a while longer. There was a constant nag, nipping at the back of his head - concerningly, sounding a lot like Fenwick - that Bucky just couldn't shake off. It was persistent and taunting: never ending, banging his skull. Demanding to listen to him. During that period, there had been an acute ache forming behind his eyelids, slowly spreading over his head.

"Can we stop at Mcdonald's?" he said finally, balling his metal hand into a fist, then relaxing again. He repeated this motion, waiting for the tan girl's answer. "If I remember, there's one coming up in a few minutes."

"I was hoping you were hungry, actually." She made a right turn, passing a mechanical shop. She drove for a few extra minutes, before she slowed down into a drive-thru. The Mcdonald's was awkwardly placed near a roundabout, near a long highway leading to London.

"When we get back at the inn, we'll look through the file. Maybe, when we find an address we can drive there tomorrow?" Kida said, slowing down near the machine to say their order.

"I was hoping. actual-"

"Hello, welcome to Mcdonald's. How may I take your order?" The robotic sound of in-comm spoe, their voice static-like.

"Hi, can I have twenty chicken nuggets, fanta and an oreo mcflurry please-" turning to Bucky, Kida asks. "-what do you want?"

"Happy meal." He muttered, his gaze away from Kida's kind one.

Her lip twitched as she turned, "And a happy meal, please."

It would have been a nice thought that the duo enjoyed the thought of hunting the antichrist down. The notion of ridding the world of evil, it was truly an ego boost. Kida almost felt like an x-men. But, watching the stoic expression on Bucky's face, she knew that he didn't have the same enthusiasm as her, and with that Kida felt herself slowly feel awkward in his presence, and when she felt awkward she tends to distance herself from people. But, she knew she couldn't at this point in time - Bucky was binded to her, in a sense. He was her guardian angel, and now she made his job harder because she chose to hunt down the antichrist and he can't, necessarily, do anything about that except follow her and make sure she doesn't harm herself on the way.

She had felt the awkwardness drip into her bones the moment she had stepped foot inside the hospital earlier that day, it was sudden and harsh. She saw one look on Bucky's handsome face and she knew she made a mistake in trying to find something that she had thought was a myth for so long. But, she was already in too deep. She had shaken the feeling off her as she had walked through those wobbly double doors, not daring to look at Bucky in the face, otherwise she would have succumbed and ushered them out.

Now, awkwardly giving Bucky the Mcdonald's bag, refusing to look at him. She knew she wanted out - and she wanted out, now. She drove them to the inn in an orderly fashion, refusing to make conversation with Bucky, knowing she would ramble to him, or possibly breakdown.

Closing the door and quickly running up the steps of the inn she swiftly walked past Tom Hardy (the gruff old man) and into their respected room, not before shouting a "Good afternoon!" and not bothering to check if Bucky was in tow. She made her way toward the toilet, and sat on the toilet seat.

Dropping her face in her hands, her body prickled, as she slowly shook. She hadn't stopped to ask how Bucky had felt about hunting the bloody antichrist, nor had she asked about his opinion during the whole ordeal. The past three days came crashing down on her and she started to shake more violently. A small involuntary sob burst from her lips, before she clamped her mouth shut - her teeth applying pressure to her skin. She moved her hands to cup her head - her nails scratching the back of her neck, allowing her head to drop into her lap. She knew it was a stupid idea to just look for the antihrist, and she knew she was impulsive - one of her many flaws. But, she couldn't stop herself.