Missing Piece

Part Eleven

After you left the room, Sam quickly turned to look at Bucky. He opened his mouth to give him a piece of his mind but Steve held up his hand, cutting him off. He listened until he was sure you were in the elevator and lowered his hand to let Sam speak.

''Have you always been this dumb?''

Bucky's head slowly turned to look at Sam, eyebrow raised in confusion. ''Are you talking to me?''

''Yes, I'm talking to you dumbass.''

Buck sat up, straightening his back. The scowl was back and deeply imprinted on his face.

''What the hell is your problem?''

''You. You're my problem.'' Bucky rolled his eyes at Sam's attitude

''The hell did I do now?''

''Are you really that oblivious?'' Steve scoffed, surprising both Bucky and Sam.

Bucky was getting seriously annoyed with the both of them. ''Can you just stop answering my questions with more questions?'' He scoffed.

Steve stood up, grabbing your plate and his. ''I'm gonna go see her.''

His announcement did not help Bucky's mood. He felt a slight ping of jealousy in his chest at the thought of Steve possibly being the one to hold you at night. His fists clenched and unclenched before he stood up and walked out, throwing a quick ''yeah, you do that.'' Steve's way before disappearing in the hallway.

Steve and Sam looked at each other.

''Unbelievable.'' Sam commented.

You walked into your room and shut the door quickly behind you, locking it. Not like anyone was going to come in, anyway. You had a lump in your throat that made it hard to swallow and your vision kept getting blurry because of the tears that would well up every time you thought of Bucky saying he was going to sleep alone. You grabbed the clothes you had slept in last night to change into them but as you were putting on your tank top, you realized how much it smelled like Bucky. You threw it in the hamper and took a different one from your dresser, smelling it before putting it on. Once you had put on clothes that smelled like detergent, you walked over to your bed.

It was neatly made, except for the spot where Bucky had sat down earlier to read. The book was still on the covers. You sighed, putting the book back on its shelf and lifted the covers to get under them. Except your entire bed smelled like Bucky. What was once a soothing smell, now made it hard for you to breathe. You tore off the sheets, covers and pillow cases from your bed and threw them in a corner of your room. You left your room to find the linen closet in the hall and started pulling out everything you needed to make your bed. When you turned around to go back to your room, you were surprised to see Bucky almost standing in your doorway, looking at the mess you had made in your room as you were trying to get rid of anything that smelled like him.

You clutched the fresh linen closer to your body, your heart beating out of your chest. You were sad, you were hurt but you were also mad. Mad at him for not caring enough about you, enough to overlook your feelings for him and keep treating you as his best friend. Instead, he just threw you away. He didn't seem to notice you, until you walked over to get to your room.

Bucky had no choice but to walk by your room to get to his, it made him a little nervous but he was pretty sure it was safe and that he wouldn't run into you. Everything went fine, until he noticed your door was wide open and he couldn't help himself, he looked inside. He was shocked to see how messy it currently was. The bed had been completely stripped down, everything that used to be on it had been thrown in a corner next to a pile of clothes that he recognized to be the clothes you would wear to bed with him. The sight of the current state of your room raised a flag in his head. Something was wrong.