Your home in Sokovia was destroyed when Ultron decided to make it ground zero for his attempted coup of the world. Everyone had lost someone - some more than most. You? The family you'd worked for had perished - save one. The rumors were that he'd b...
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[ Chapter notes: TFATWS 1x05/ 1x06 ] - Sam and Bucky in Louisiana
"I'm sure there's at least one person in that book who needs closure about something, and you're the only one who can give it to them."
"Probably a dozen."
"That's cool. Start with one."
"Good talk."
"Yea. Oh. And stop avoiding New York."
"I'm not avoiding New York."
"Uh-huh. You've been hanging out here for days. Flirting with my sister. Pretending Brooklyn doesn't exist."
"I'm not—"
"Go home. Check in. You're the one that offered her your apartment in the first place."
"Tough love, huh."
"Something like that."
"You call me when you have a lead. I'll be there."
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News of your ability to speak multiple languages travels quickly through the apartment building. Heida, it seems, both knows everything about everyone in the building — and refuses to entertain your weak excuses about why you might not be able to go on a sightseeing expedition around the neighborhood. Each trip is 'necessary' for one reason or another. Failing any steadfast reason to venture out, her fallback seems to be that it will help you gain your bearings regarding the city and gives her a reason to not sit watching the tv all day. If the tv was on in her apartment every day you highly suspect she kept it on mute — all the better to be able to hear the comings and goings of her neighbors.
Day two was a shopping adventure, as promised. How you managed to return home holding only two bags you can only fuzzily remember. The whole week seems to blur together, the empty sleep of that first night in the apartment refusing to return. If not the usual nightmares related to the chaos of trying to escape to minimum safe distance you dream about Helmut's scorching kisses, the blossoming warmth and the weight of his touch. No matter where you try to sleep, tucked into Bucky's overstuffed chair or wrapped in the sheets of the bed, the dreams refuse to release you from their grip, refuse to let you feel rested.
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