◦○DAYBREAK○◦ Bucky Barnes

sixteen

Small note : So in this chapter you may notice I sort of change my writing style, sorta writing in Davina's perspective more. I might swap between it a little, sorry in advance, i wrote this at 4am

I felt eyes boring into the side of my face, making it extremely difficult to focus on the variety of pointless blood graphs displayed across multiple screens before me. I inhaled heavily before snapping my head towards Steve, who, as expected, was staring straight at me, his bright eyes slightly narrowed.

"Ahem... Can I help you creep? Or you just gonna do that whole 'I have an intense Captain America' glare at me for the next 20 minutes." I snapped, my voice showing clear signs of irritation.

I was exhausted, sleep hasn't been very high on my priority list for the past week, and I think it's affects were definitely getting to me. After evaluating the blood extractions from Bucky, Steve and I still haven't found anything that hints towards a way to help him.

Steve raised an eyebrow at my words. "I have an intense Captain America glare?" He pondered aloud.

I rolled my eyes and focused my attention back to scrolling through the graphs.

There was a moment of silence before Rogers coughed loudly beside me, clearly signalling he wanted to talk.

"Penny for your thoughts Steve?" I snicker without moving my exhausted gaze away from the blinding screen.

"Davina..." The man spoke with his intense dad voice activating.

I swerved in my chair to properly face the man, who looked extremely uneasy under my glare.

"You know you do this weird dad thing Steve." I announced, reaching for an iced coffee and slurping loudly through the straw. I tried to stifle a snicker at the flabbergasted look cast across my companions face.

"Excuse me what?" Steve's eyes seemed to pop out of his head as he sat straighter in his chair, a flushed look overwhelming him. "Care to elaborate on that comment?"

I pretended to think for a moment, earning a nasty glare from the annoyed man sat next to me.

"You do this weird dad mode thing." I paused to take another sip from my coffee. "Whenever you get serious, your voice goes into this whole, protective dad mode, it's really amusing."

Steve furrowed his brows together in confusion. "I'm not quite sure I understand Penton."

"Ah forget it Steve. You clearly have something on your mind, so spill, rant to me Rogers." I spun in the chair to properly sit across from him, showing that i'd pay attention and take a break from the pointless work.

Steve took a sip from his own coffee before clearing his throat again. "Davina... When are you going to go talk to him? You can't avoid Bucky forever-"

"See that, my dumb friend Steve, is where your entirely incorrect. I could most definitely avoid Bucky Barnes for the rest of my worthless existence." I cut him off, my hands lacing with each other to create a chin rest.

Steve flinched slightly at my poor use of words and he crossed his arms over his chest in discomfort. "Davina..." He started.

"I know... Yeah I know." I whispered, sinking my head down a little to avoid the Captains slightly judgmental look.

Steve sighed. "Davina, look. I've known Bucky for a really long time, he's the kind of person that second-guesses everything he does. It's been three days, if you don't go and talk to him soon, he's gonna start spiralling, and trust me, neither of us want that." He paused for a second, inspecting my expression before continuing with his dad/best friend speech. "Even if you don't like him.. Like that.." Steve winced at his words, visibly uncomfortable. "You still need to talk to him, you know you do."

I opened and closed her mouth before frowning. "What am I even supposed to say to him Steve?" I laughed nervously. "It isn't exactly easy to give the : Hey Bucky I really like you and I don't want to fuck this up but I kinda just want to bury myself in a hole and forget you exist speech." I ranted wildly, barley even aware of the words escaping my lips.

Steve rolled his eyes. "Davina, calm down. Just go talk to him, he's probably just as nervous as you are." He smiled gently.

I closed my eyes and rested my head on one knee while whispering quietly. "It's never as bad for the guy."

"I heard that, oh and hey, try being a 5'3 in 1940 while attempting to sign up for the army." He groaned.

I couldn't help but smile slightly at my friends sudden outburst. It really mustn't have been easy being a 'before the serum Steve' and having someone like Bucky as his best friend. Jesus that would have sucked. It would have been like me walking around for the rest of my life with fucking Zendaya walking beside me.

"Your right Stevie-"

"Don't call me that." Steve glared.

"Fine, your right Steve. I do need to talk to him.. Except right now I look like a drained ball sack so i'll sleep on it and do it tomorrow." I laughed at my own words.

Steve's reaction to my statement was absolutely priceless, he looked like someone just shot a puppy in front of him and forced the poor man to eat it.

"Sorry Steve." I winced, holding back more laughter that was begging to escape my mouth. "What I meant was I'm gonna go take a nap."

"Uh huh, uhm, right... Okay, yeah you do that." Steve still looked flabbergasted as he stumbled over his words. I didn't hear what he said next because I was already out the door and sauntering towards the elevator.

I couldn't help but clench my hands into tight fists as I walked past the door leading to Bucky's viewing area. I walked a little faster to reach the elevator and once inside asked the AI, who I had learned went by JARVIS to take me to level 3.

The elevator stopped at level 2 as Sam got in. He glared at me and stepped into the small metal box without a word. He still doesn't like me, I get it, I hurt his feelings, boo hoo hoo poor Sammy.

I held back a smirk as memories of kicking Sam's ass flashed through my mind. The elevator opened at level 3 and I rushed to get out, not wanting to be prisoner to anymore of that awful silence than I needed to be.

The only sound that could be heard was the light tapping of my shoes against the marble floors as I walked down a maze of hallways to get to my designated room.

Before I had been assigned a room, Steve had made me aware of a few others accommodating rooms on level 3.

I remembered him informing me about Wanda, Sam and Natasha, whom I already knew. There were two more people, that I had yet to meet, Clint and the occasional visits of Bruce.

I hadn't met either men, although I have been held up in the office with Steve for most hours of the day, so I couldn't really blame anyone except myself.

Honestly, I was glad I didn't run into anyone in the hallway, all I wanted right now was to crash onto the comfort of my bed and sleep, I was exhausted.

My shoes barley left my feet before my body gave way and slumped down onto the bed, dreams overcame my mind sooner than I expected.

Word Count : 1300

Okay ngl this part was kinda rubbish, idk why i wrote this part it's 4.56am i should probably sleep k bye, love u hoe balls <3