Soul ties (Bucky Barnes AU)

Part 4

"And if you're feeling lonely you should tell me

Before this ends up as another memory"

  A week. You'd met Bucky a week earlier and still hadn't forgotten the feeling of his arm on your back, the deepness of his voice and the blue of his eyes. How could you? You were trying to spend as much time with Darren as you could, but he was hardly ever home.  When he wasn't working, he was meeting one friend or another to watch a baseball game. You had been married for one week, and this was your seventh day alone in your apartment.  

  The place you and Darren lived in was small and you had given your best to make it feel like a welcoming home. From green plants to scented candles and beautiful artwork, everything was meant to make any visitor feel welcomed and cozy. Your favourite thing was obviously the couch and beanbag chairs : they were all dark grey and the fabric gave them the impression of a cloud. Not that it mattered to your husband, though... You sighed as you got up from your couch and put your coffee cup on the kitchen counter. Taking out your phone out of your back pocket, you stopped for a moment, biting your cheek. Should you...call him? No. It was too soon and you  hadn't  heard from him at all since the wedding. Maybe it wasn't a good idea. Scratch that: it was probably a terrible idea.  You decided to call Steve instead, hoping he would have some work for you at the compound. You  had already helped out a lot, especially in terms of scientific development. You and Bruce Banner were currently working on a tissue-repairing  technology. It was a work in progress and Banner didn't have much time for it, but you always tried to make yourself useful: there was always an agent who needed a wound to be stitched.

  "Y/n? Hi! How's the married life going?" Your heart warmed up as soon as you heard Steve's voice on the phone.

  "Hi, uh... Good, thanks. Do you need my help at the compound?" you asked. 

  "No, not really. I mean, you always find ways to help, of course, but we thought you'd like a week or two, you know." He paused. "Don't you have a honeymoon to go to?"

  "Darren's too busy with work. He said we'd go when he gets a week off, which is...not right now. So do you need me there?"

  Your friend took a moment to answer. "Yeah, we always need you. Do you want me to send a car?"

  "Yeah, Darren took ours and I don't think a taxi can take me there. Thanks, Stevie! See you soon."

  "Okay, the car will be at your place in an hour. See ya!"

  Hanging up the phone, you already felt better than five minutes earlier. Going to the compound meant working, for sure, but it also meant you got to see and spend time with Wanda, joke around with Sam or just chit chat with Bruce. You could say the compound was like your second home, now.  After a quick shower and changing into some jeans and t-shirt, you deemed yourself ready to go and packed your backpack – no, a handbag was not enough to carry your multiple notebooks and pens. 

  You scrolled on your phone to make time pass faster and when the bell rang, you furrowed your brows. Drivers usually honked and didn't bother ringing the doorbell. You went to the interphone and pressed the speaker. 

  "Who's there?"

  You heard what sounded like the end of a throat-clearing noise. "It's Bucky. Steve asked me to pick you up."

  Your lips froze and your brain stopped functioning correctly for a second. Who? What? Why? 

   "I'll be down in a sec," you ended up saying, acting as composed as possible. 

  'Damn you, Steve.' You did want to see Bucky, but time to prepare for the occasion would've been better. Last time he saw you, you were wearing a pretty dress and your hair was done and...shit. You quickly ran your brush through your hair, hoping it would make it better, before thinking of how ridiculous you sounded: why would Bucky care about how you looked, and – more importantly – why would you ?