Marrying too young out of highschool leads to a naive and failed marriage. Now 10 years later, word comes that the divorce was never actually completed. Bucky and Y/N have to come back together after all these years to settle what wasn't all those y...
She grabbed her suitcases her father had hauled in and made her way straight upstairs to her old room. Nothing had changed. Looking around she saw her big fluffy white comforter and mixed matched pillow cases littering her bed. The quilt her grandma made from recycled patches of old sewing projects, was folded in two and covering the lower half of her bed.
She had one wall covered in a ray of multiple sized picture frames she had thrifted throughout the years and all of them held a pictured memory from high school all the way down to childhood.
The other wall was canvassed by posters of concerts she had gone to and Be Green posters. All from rallies her grandmother brought her to, or ones that she had posters from herself that she handed down to Y/N.
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She had almost forgotten how this place looked after so many years of being away from it. She took in a long breath and a warm smile took over her face before she collapsed backward on the bed.
Sure it wasn't as comfortable as the giant king size bed with a tempurpedic mattress she bought specially made of bamboo for more eco-friendly matters, but it reminded her of home.
"June Bug! Dinners ready!" her dad shouted from downstairs.
"Coming!"
The house did indeed smell like her dad's famous roast. He had always been quite the cook.
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"What's got you lost in your head?"
Bucky snapped out of his thoughts, remembering he was at work and working with a patient.
"Huh? What?" he shook his head, looking down at the older man who was on a stationary bike working on knee therapy.
"Who's got you zoning out on the job there, Sergeant?" Mr. Dugan asked.
"Uh, no one. No one," he brushed off. "I just have an appointment tomorrow that has me nervous."
"Is it a health thing?" he questioned.
"No, a legal thing," Bucky answered still half in thought about it.
"Ooooo," he chuckled. "What kind of trouble ya getting into, Barnes? I can take a wild guess, but I have a feeling you'll make me do extra laps on this thing if I become a smartass."
