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"Buck, is this really necessary?" I ask as he clears the floor of his apartment, making room.
He grunts as he shoves the worn-down couch out of the way, cringing at the squeaking sound it makes as it scars the floorboards.
A frustrated exhale escapes him as he slumps against it.
"It absolutely is."
"But, I don't know..." I trail off. "Mom used to say it's a compliment, you know, when boys say things... like that."
His eyes narrow as he pauses and looks up at me, slightly out of breath. I offer him my hand.
"Alright, first of all." He says as he takes it. "He's not a boy, he's a full-grown man. You're a kid. That's gross." He stands. "Second, even if he were a boy, it doesn't mean you need to put up with his shit. It's not a compliment when it's shouted at you from the sidewalk. Now stand there."
He points to a spot on the floor a couple feet from him. I do so.
"Good." He nods.
The lights flicker.
My head hurts.
"Y/N, hey, you ok?" He asks.
I blink hard a couple times.
"Yeah, I'm ok," I answer as I massage my temples.
I'm not sure what that was...
"So you're walking to school tomorrow, and he comes up to you again. The first issue is your hands are full because you're holding your textbooks." He starts. "I know you need them for class and homework, so leave those at school and use Steve's old ones for here."
"Buck, those are Steve's old ones." I sigh.
"Ok, so use mine." He shrugs. "Now that your hands are free, raise them just above your chest..." Taking a step forward, he closes my fingers into fists and lifts them to the height of my chin. "...just like that."
The lights flicker again. This time, I ignore them.
He steps back.
"Now punch me."
I blink.
"You won't hurt me." He smiles. "Come on, do it."
I shrug and swing as hard as I can at his chest. He just laughs, so I do it again and again until he finally goes "Alright, alright, cut it out."
"Don't swing from the side, you're leaving yourself exposed and you'll break your wrists." He says as he mimics my incorrect motions. "Instead, punch straight out so that your wrist turns toward the ground. Then pull back, using your forearms as a shield."
He demonstrates.
"Got it?"
"Yeah, I think I got it." I nod.
"Try it." He smiles, facing me again.
I raise my fits as I play over the movement in my head. My hand juts out in a blur, catching him square in his chest.
He makes a sound as he stumbles backwards a step or two.
"Holy shit, Rogers..." He coughs, hands on his knees.
The corners of my lips lift. He looks up to me, hands on my hips, grinning triumphantly.
"Like that?"
The lights flicker yet again, but this time there's someone in the darkness. A whole new room, even. It lingers just a moment. Then it's gone.
I blink hard again, opening my eyes to Bucky's apartment. He's hunched back over and doesn't notice my expression. I fix it before he stands again the next second.
"Yeah, that was ok." He swallows, knowing the reaction it's going to get from me. "Now do it again."
The apartment is replaced by the other room. A man staggers backwards out of breath. A woman in black stands a short distance from him, also breathing heavily.
She waits for him to speak.
He regains his balance.
"Ещё раз."
(Yeshcho raz./ Again.)
I grin, throwing my right fist forward intentionally slower than the last. He catches my wrist, chuckles as his eyes meet mine, and then clenches them shut when my left slams into him.
She throws a complicated kick into his gut. He falls, stands, and charges.
I giggle as he stands, shaking his head.
"That wasn't fair."
"That wAsn't faiR." I mimic him.
"Kid-" He starts.
"Shut up, Bucky," I groan. "You turned 18 two months ago and now you think you're my babysitter."
"...two and a half..." He mutters.
"That's it!" I shout like a battle cry, sending myself barreling into him, both of us falling over the couch's armrest. I land on...his chest?
Oh god I landed on his chest
His gorgeous, toned-
WHAT?
NO. HUSH.
It's fine, it's ok, it's-
He's looking at me. We are making eye contact.
Fucking hell, I-
"Uh, doll?" He laughs softly. His cheeks have gone red.
"Right," I say as I sheepishly accept his hand, helping me off of him. He stands, rubbing the back of his neck with a small smile.
"Those were good." He chuckles. "I, uh... I guess you've got it."
Despite my own flushed cheeks, I mirror his smile.
He is inches from her when she swiftly and precisely turns to the side. He skids to a stop, then turns slowly.
"...хорошо." (...khorosho./ ...good.)
Her hand gently massages her forehead. She whispers something.
"Что?" (Chto?/ What?) He demands.
He takes a small warning step toward her, but she's unaware of him.
She sinks to her knees, whispers growing louder.
"ЦВЕТЫ! ПОДАРИ МНЕ ЦВЕТЫ!"
(TSVETY! PODARI MNE TSVETY!/ FLOWERS! GIVE ME THE FLOWERS!)
The door barges open, a vase outstretched. With a fistful of stems, he rushes towards her, and with one hand on the floor next to her head to keep himself up, he holds petals under her nose.
As she slumps backwards, her words become slurred, but you can still hear her whispering;
"Bucky....Bucky.....Bu...cky...Bu..ck..y.."
1958
Day 4,751
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Edelweiss || Bucky x Reader
Fanfiction"A gift." One guard says to someone else in the room as he leaves. I groan in pain and scrunch myself into a ball, squeezing my eyes shut. Seconds later I hear shuffling and then someone is beside me. "Y/N?" Asks a voice. No- Bucky's voice. My whol...
