Maya Stark

Chapter 85: Make history and shit

After reminding the idiots about who I was and the fact I grew up building things my entire life and that this is normal to me, they finally gave me a worthwhile job. I spent most of the day being the tech girl. Fixing the motor as best I could, the GPS, basically anything technology related was left to me. By the end of the day, I had a couple of grease stains on dad's shirt from leaning over a handful of gears. It actually looked more normal to me like this.

As the sun set, the three of us sat on the boat, Sam, and Bucky drinking. I tucked some hair that fell out of my, now very short ponytail, behind my ear as I looked out to the water. It was pretty here. The sky was tinted orange and yellow. Misty clouds, the pretty ones, flooded the horizon. I felt... a little bit more normal. Content. I liked working on the boat and sitting here with Sam and Bucky.

'Well...' Bucky said, breaking the silence. He stands and finishes his beer. 'Gotta catch my flight tomorrow. Get a hotel room for the night. Crash, you know?'

Sam scoffs. 'You're just gonna set me up like that, huh?'

'Well, I don't wanna make it weird for your family,' Bucky said, shrugging.

'Just stay here,' Sam said. 'The people in this town are the most welcoming people in the world. They don't care if you wear small T-shirts or if you have six toes or if your mom's your aunt.'

I smile, as does Bucky when he finally says, 'Okay, I get it. I mean, you know, the people are nice.'

Sam laughs and then points at him. 'But don't flirt with my sister.'

'No,' Bucky said, shaking his head.

'Cause if you do, I'll have Carlos cut you up, feed you to the fish.'

I gave out a loud chuckle as I stood up to pat Bucky on the shoulder. 'Come on, Sam. Let the 106-year-old man have some fun. He deserves it.'

'Not with my sister he doesn't,' Sam said, shaking his head.

Bucky nods, a smile playing at his lips, as he starts back to the dock.

I follow, muttering, 'I bet Sarah's going to enjoy you staying,' making him turn right back around to give me a glare. I smirk and look back to see Sam staring at the new suit Bucky brought. I stop and lean against a pole.

'It'd look good on you,' I said. He looks up at me. 'Make history and shit, Sam. You deserve it. Just something to think about.'

He looks back at the case and I smile shyly before following Bucky back inside.