Don't Give Me Hope.

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"I don't know how you can watch this." I groaned as Sam started the second Fast and Furious movie.

"It's amazing, what are you talking about!"

"All they do is wreck perfectly good cars! I've been in plenty of high speed chases, the whole point is to not crash the car!" I fell backwards onto my bed next to Sam. I had packed up everything I thought I'd need for a while. I decided to leave as much as I could, mostly just so I definitely have a reason to come back. I didn't realize how much I meant it until I said it, but there wasn't much of the Avengers left to come back to. I sighed and leaned my head on Sam's shoulder.

"You all right?"

"For the millionth time, I'm fine." I let out a small laugh and Sam smiled at me.

"Just checking." He pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead and I closed my eyes and smiled at the feeling.

I hadn't realized how tired I was until I laid down and closed my eyes. I could feel myself start to drift off so I muttered to Sam. "I'm tired. I'm gonna crash. You can finish watching your movie, though..." I know he answered, but I don't remember what. I was fast asleep shortly after.

I woke up to Sam asleep next to me, he was softly snoring and I smiled. "Hey, Sam. Wakey wakey, sunshine."

Sam sat up quickly. "What? I'm awake. Been awake. Never slept."

I laughed. "Your snoring said otherwise."

"Whatever, I don't snore." Sam grumbled as he got out of my bed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. I just wanted to finish the movie."

I shrugged. "No worries. Little sleepover never hurt anyone. I gotta change and get out of here though."

Sam nodded and started to walk out. As he opened the door he stopped. "Oh, hey Buck."

I turned to look. "Bucky, hey. What's up?"

He looked between Sam and I, confused. "Uh, I wanted to know when you were leaving, and to ask if you wanted to grab something to eat first. I heard about yesterday... but I guess you have plans."

"Sam was just leaving. I'd love some breakfast." I smiled at him. "Lemme shower."

Bucky nodded and looked at Sam who was still standing in my doorway. "Yeah, I'm leaving. Okay. See ya. Don't forget to say goodbye before you leave, Talia."

"Wouldn't dream of it." I waved at Sam. "I'll come to your room when I'm ready, Bucky."

Bucky nodded and he and Sam walked out of my room. I took a quick shower and dressed in jeans and a black t shirt before walking to Bucky's room. I barely knocked before the door opened and I laughed. "We match again."

Bucky looked down and then looked at me and smiled. "Great minds and all."

"You ready to go?"

Bucky nodded and we walked out, we passed Steve and Peggy in the kitchen and Bucky looked at me. "Sorry, I just wanna tell him." I nodded and Bucky walked to Steve.

"We're going to get something to eat before Talia leaves."

"You're leaving?" Peggy looked to me.

I nodded, looking directly at her. "Yes. A teammate is missing, I need to find her."

"I hope that goes well. I didn't know one of your own was lost."

I scoffed. "Of course you didn't." I shot a look at Steve.

He looked directly into my eyes. "Don't start, Aimilios."

"Oh, is that how we are now? Last name basis? Okay then. Hey, Peg. Did Rodgers over here ever tell you about Sharon?"

I watched Steve's body tense up as Peggy looked back and forth between the two of us. "Who's Sharon?"

"Ah, so he didn't. No worries. I'm sure Rodgers over here had a good reason for that." I shrugged and Peggy turned to Steve.

"Steven. Who's Sharon?"

Bucky grabbed my arm and started leading me out the door. "That was a little messed up, Talia."

I shrugged as we walked out. "If a dude made out with my niece I'd wanna know. Maybe that's just me though." I smirked at him and Bucky chuckled.

"All right, trouble maker. Let's go." He opened the passenger side door for me and I got in. As soon as the car started I connected my phone tot he Bluetooth and he rolled his eyes. "Really?"

"Your taste in music is trash, Buck. Sorry not sorry." I smiled before turning on my current obsession.

Bucky smiled and started to drive away. "What if I like this too? What does that say about your taste?"

I laughed. "Well, you've seen my ex fiancé. I obviously have horrible taste."

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