No alarms or disturbances wake me up in the morning, not even the soft morning glow of the sun peeking through my blinds that always makes my blankets warm and it doesn't even bother me anymore when it's not shining directly in my face. I slowly wake up from a dreamless sleep feeling energized and ready to start my day which is completely different from the saddened filled days I have wanted to spend and spent in bed this week. Overall feeling good emotionally like sex fixed my mood which it probably did and I wouldn't doubt it, I flip over in bed and throw my arm to the left over Bucky's body but when I do, my arm just slaps the cold sheets, making them flare out slightly. Slowly cracking my eyes open and squinting them from the sunlight, I see my bed empty besides me and the small note on his pillow. I sigh and sit myself up on my left elbow to grab the folded note and open it to see that overly elegant script that reminds me of the forties that I recognize as quick as a blue sky and eyes.
Good morning, my beautiful, gorgeous babydoll!
I'm sorry I'm not with you when you wake up. Sam threatened to beat down the door if I didn't train with him and Steve this morning and I wouldn't let them disturb your sleep so I had to make the immature bird happy.
Make sure you eat something, please and I'll see you soon.
-Bucky
I smile at the note and imagine how Bucky reacted when Sam almost came busting in my room so they could train but to be fair, Bucky and I haven't trained in well over a week so Steve has probably lost his patience which means I should probably head down there this morning as well so I don't get a three and a half hour lecture. My smile widens when I see two pills taped to the note next to Bucky's name and a little side note with an arrow pointing up where my head comes up to make eye contact with a water bottle that has a smiley face and hearts as eyes drawn on the side. I chuckle and take a closer look at the pills to see they are from the clinic used for stronger pains that Tylenol wouldn't event dent.
Relief floods through my body so as I silently thank him, I take one of the pills and toss it in my mouth before washing it down with the water he left and I don't need much, these fuckers are strong so it makes me think if I should started with a half. I decide against it and tuck the note away in my nightstand and hype myself up mentally as I grit my teeth and sit up all the way. I throw my legs over the edge of the bed and immediately regret it when the painful reminders have made their appearance and are completely replaying the entire night back in my head but it brings a small smile to my lips despite the pain that shoots down my body.
Regardless, I push off the bed and stand up to surprise myself when I have more balance than I thought. Still wobbly on my feet, I skip the whole bathroom thing, not even going to attempt it and use my magic to clean myself up and change my sweats into bright white leggings that matches my now white sports bra. My hair lifts off my back and twirls into a messy but stiff bun with a few hairs down to frame my face and as I run my hands down my sides, I shoot magic down my legs and to my feet, covering them in white no show socks and canvas white Vans as usual.
Steve won't approve but I literally refuse to wear anything else.
As I walk to my nightstand to grab my phone, I look down and see the dark red and purple handprints littering my sides and arms with some overlapping and others standing alone on my pretty pale skin. It's the first time I am seeing it and I get a little curious when I summon a body length mirror and quickly change my leggings into my underwear so I can see the matching dark colored bruises and marks all down my legs and hips that get more frequent as they go up towards where my underwear is. My chest and neck looks like I've been strangled to death with how many hickeys are littering my skin but it makes me sigh a laugh and while I look down at my body, I can feel every weight and throb of the bruises and it makes me smirk slightly.
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Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile
Fanfiction"You're staring." Bucky speaks with some insecurity in his voice "You can't blame me, Barnes." I shake my head with a smirk. "You're just a sight I don't want to look away from." I flirt and he chuckles what sounds like a sigh of relief as he walks...