HeartBeat ✔(Steve Rogers X OC X Bucky Barnes)

Chapter 2

Going home. Who would have thought I would be going home at all. Six years ago I ran. Ran from my country, my village, my home. Would I be seen as weak? Would my people see me as unfit to rule? That's the one thing I love about my people, they are always understanding. I had no real worries. It was all just my stress getting to me.

Steve and Bucky led me onto the aircraft that had landed in my backyard, I was quite thankful for having so much land and no real backyard amenities. I met Natasha Romanoff, the redhead beauty who held little to no emotions, and Clint Barton, the dad-like funny guy. You could tell they were close, friends maybe. Kind of like Bucky and Steve, they held a long-term friendship. I could feel Clint staring at me, he had questions. Most usually do. Natasha was the one to speak up though.

"Are you nervous to go home?" She asked. She sounded like she would be nervous to go back to her actual home. Maybe a troubling childhood? Steve and Bucky stopped their quiet conversation to listen to my answer. Was I nervous?

"Nervous? No. More like stressed. I left a Princess. But I'm returning as a Queen. It's a lot to adjust to." I responded. I felt a bit more closed off. With my soulmates, it was easier to relax and talk to them, but I didn't know these two that much. Natasha nodded at my answer.

"I could only imagine." She responded shortly. Thinking this was the end of the conversation I stood up out of my seat.

"I should go change, I can't show up in American clothes," I explained, grabbing my pack and turning to Steve and Bucky. "Mind showing me a place I can?" Steve nudged Bucky who got up. I could tell Bucky wasn't one to socialize much and Steve seemed to push him too. Bucky stayed silent as he led me to a small room that looked more medical than anything.

"The bathroom is very tiny. This would be more room for you." He explained. I nodded and watched as he left, closing the door behind him. He was going to be a hard surface to breakthrough. Our talk back at my escape house was a talk caused by the adrenaline of meeting I believe. Or maybe he just didn't talk much.

Pulling out a blue silk sari, I pulled together the rest of the clothing. Royalty wore silks. These were from my younger years, I would need a more Queen Sari when I arrive, but my Princess blue would do for now. My father had this one made for me a month or so before he passed. It was special to me. Made me feel like a princess. I know, I am one, but feeling like one is completely different from actually being one. It made me feel more special.

The fabric was a teal-like blue, which led to a darker more royal blue in the skirt. Gold embroidery lined the edges and bottom. I undressed and wrapped myself up in the silk. Feeling the familiar coldness of the fabric on my bare skin. It gave me chills having it on again. Running my hand through my brown wavy hair, I took a deep breath. Wearing my sari made memories flash in my eyes of running away.

He was gone. Truly gone. Papa had left me to figure my life out on my own. Sure Ma was there, but it wasn't the same. I sat in my room, thinking back on the last thirteen days of the mourning period. I had helped prepare his body, stood at the visitation, kneeled at his cremation at Ganges River, had the ashes of the fire placed on my forehead, let his ashes flow through the river, cried myself dry in the shower. For what? To host a celebration of his life the next day? Enjoy his favorite foods with people I had nothing in common with? Ma had to drag me out of my room for the feast. Made me follow the Priest around the palace to make sure he cleaned our home thoroughly. Taught me the ways of our traditions forcibly.

I need my own time. I need to leave. I need to mourn in my way now.

I stood glanced around. I couldn't take much, I didn't need much. Papa always taught me the value of having little and making the most of it. I grabbed a pack and grabbed one of my more casual saris. Where will I go? Anywhere. There was a knock on my door that made my body flash for a second. I hid my pack under my bed and opened the door a bit to see Ma.