Helping, Jade collects your things from around the room as she shoves them into your bag. A week has passed since arriving at the hospital and you couldn’t wait to get home. Your body ached and you were pretty sure if you picked up a pace you could hear the rattles of medication numbing all the bruises and wounds, yet it did nothing for the heartache.
James had refused to answer your text messages, phone calls and hadn’t visited since he walked out on you. You missed him so much and just wanted to talk, Steve couldn’t offer much information just saying he hadn’t really left his office since.
Taking a moment to feel your gut wrenching, you pause. ‘Ready?’ Steve voice chimes from the entrance.
‘I’m not getting in that, I can walk.’ Pointing at the wheelchair he pushed in with him.
‘Sorry, Protocol...’ Shrugging as his smirk makes you question otherwise but to be honest, if it got you home faster what did you care anymore.
Jade drapes a cardigan over your shoulders, minding the brace keeping you arm in place as she untucked your curls from out the back. Wiping the stray tear from your eye you lower yourself slowly into the seat, a little bit thankful you actually don't have to walk, not that you would let Steve know. Leaning your elbow on the arm of the chair, resting your head on your hand, ‘Let’s blow this popsicle stand.’
The drive back is pleasant, the hight of Steve’s Range Rover made it comfortable to slide onto the seat. Resting your head against the cool glass of the window you watched the world pass by quietly. Pulling up to the curb of your apartment block it felt like almost a lifetime ago since You left.
Carrying your bags up the stairs Steve gives Jade a quick kiss as he says goodbye. Having ran out of tears to cry, you both just stand in your kitchen, empty. You rest your head on Jade’s shoulder grateful to have her with you. ‘There should be wine in the fridge.’
Settling down with your glass, Jade pulls the blanket over you both and It’s not long before you begin to drift off. As your eyes close you are greeted by the snarls of Paul, you can feel the ice cold water drowning you as you gasp for air. The cold blade of his knife running across your skin and the smell of the rotting moss burned into your nostrils.
Startling yourself awake your heart was racing, panting as you try to catch your breath. The room is dark, you can make out the net curtain dancing in the moonlight into the room as an autumn breeze blows towards you.
Wrapping the blanket closer, you slowly slide the window shut, Jade’s light snoring drifted down the hallway. Picking up your phone the blue glare illuminating your face against the shadows. No notifications. Scrolling your finger across the screen you land on James' number as the phone starts to call out.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
‘Hello, you have reached the voicemail of James Barnes, Please leave a message and I will try to get back to you.’
‘Hi James. Sorry it’s late, I just wanted to let you know I am back home. I really wish you would could talk to me, I miss you. I never thanked you for coming for me. So thanks...I guess. I hope we can speak properly soon.’
Resting the phone on your chin for a second...
You hit the hash key.
‘Message deleted.’
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Bee to my Barnes
Romance**Not based in the marvel universe but based on their characters, personality and relationships. I hope you like my take on their lives outside of the avengers. ** Heartbroken and lost, a small town country girl moves to the big city to be with her...
