Mending Hearts

ℂℍ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝟙𝟞

ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

Bucky's POV:

I hated leaving my Doll this morning. She looked so comfortable and content while asleep, still with her arms wrapped around me and head on my chest like she was convinced I'd slip away while she was resting. And I had. Hoping she wouldnt be too mad at me, I'd left her a note so she knew why I'd gone but left out how badly I wanted to just stay there holding her all morning.

I decided while walking out the door I'd talk to her tonight about how I feel. The thought terrified me, I really didnt want to loose her now, but I had to tell her. I craved her, I needed her close to me and know she was okay. I needed to learn every thing that made her happy, and make it happen all the time, and what made her sad so I could keep it all away from her and sheild her from the pain. Every time I saw her in pain I wanted to hold her safe and kill anything that caused it. She was my Doll, the only person I'd really let in other than Steve in my entire life. It didn't bother me, but I was afraid she may turn away from me because of Hydra. Despite having left them behind, the idea of hurting her because of my past was enough to fill every cell of my body with fear.

The idea of hurting her all broke my heart, I could never do that to her. She clearly deserved the world and more, but somehow I believe she didnt get that. Her panic attacks and nightmares showed that clearly, and so did the slight flinching when there was a sudden noise or someone shouted in the wrong tone. The only time I'd seen her fully relaxed and carefree, with happiness radiating from her every fibre, was last night. Despite the cold and my intrusion, she was truly happy. It was infectious and I'd give my other arm to see it again, making dozens of plans to try and make her so joyful myself.

After a long training session with the punk, and talking to him about my idea of telling Ellie how I feel tonight (which he was surprisingly over supportive of), I headed back to my room. Recognizing that my speed was more like a jog than a walk because of the possibility that theres a beautiful girl waiting in there for me, I tried to slow down but my legs disobeyed me and carried me to my room hastily.

Her scent lingered very faintly around the large room, but sadly that was the biggest sign she'd been in here. A smirk formed on my lips when I saw the empty glass I'd told her to drink from, good girl. I headed to shower and noticed it was dry in there, she must've left to shower in her own room.

I cleaned myself, making sure to wash away every last drop of sweat before getting out, and threw on a pair of black jeans and a tight black t-shirt. The memory of her wearing one of my other tops like this made my mind cloud, almost entirely forgetting anything else. Almost.

Once dressed I headed to her room, waiting for the beauty to open the door after I'd knocked. But she didnt answer. I walked down the hall, hoping to find her in the kitchen but I had no luck. Where are you Doll? I was headed back to my room to wait for her when I heard her laugh from down the hall. It wasnt one I'd been down yet, but hearing her down there instantly made me want to go and explore it to find her.

There was faint footsteps, 3 sets, coming towards me so I decided against talking to her right now. Walking back to my room without the spring in my step I chose to read one of the books Steve had given me. Not long after picking it up there was a quiet tap on the door. It was barely audible but it was there. Keeping my stare trained on the wood separating me from the hall, I listened intently to make sure I heard it.

Tap tap.

There it was again. Wait, is it knocking? I stood up and opened the door, not expecting to come face to face with the angel I was looking for earlier. She was shrunken in herself, looking and clearly feeling smaller than normal.