Annabelle Rogers - James 'Bucky' Barnes

Chapter Eight

Reflecting on her short lived weekend at the compound, Annabelle realised it was exactly what she need. Even if she would never tell Natasha that.

It was refreshing to spend time out of Manhattan and with her family, she missed them all so much. Even being able to start patching things up with Steve left a smile on her face.

There was something about the weekend she wasn't able to shake and that was whatever is going on between her and James.

Showered and in her silk blush pyjamas Annabelle curled up on the couch with a large bowl of tomato pasta and a glass of wine.

Simmering in the comfort of 'clueless' she began to wind down, that was until she was rudely interrupted by a knock at the door.

Freezing still, fork mid air on its way to her mouth hoping they would go away. A few moments past as she let out the short breath she was holding, shoving the fork into her month she turned back to watch the tv.

Clicking and rattling sounds seconds later became louder as the front door was pushed opened. Annabelle sat there in stillness as she saw who stepped in.

"You could have let me in, Doll"

Squinting her eyes in confusion she questioned this mans sanity. Is he bipolar, the weekend wasn't exactly filled with loving moments and now he shows up, calling her Doll like nothing has happened.

Ignoring her confusion he stepped away into the bedroom. Packing a bag full of his things, t-shirts and pants that he so often left there.

After he met Annabelle he let his apartment be leased out, knowing he would not be there much. Walking into the closet he noticed that most of his jumpers and shirts where on Annabelle's side, always stealing them to wear around the apartment.

Like a deer in head lights Annabelle sat there still confused, with a thousand thoughts running through her head. Was he going to pretend like nothing had happened. Being brought back to reality as James dropped his bag in the door way.

"You know, I actually really like you. -I don't let people in - but I couldn't help it with you."

Picking up his bag of belongings James opened the door, stepping out into the hallway, letting the door slam behind him.

Sprinting up from her sit Annabelle threw the door open, running down the hall to meet James at the elevator. Eyes locking as the door was about to close. Annabelle slipped in. Still wearing her silk pyjamas. She stood there staring down the confused wall of muscle.

"You don't get to do that! You don't get to come here after ignoring me for days, and tell me you like me! that you let me in!" Words became more frustrated and full of passion, all of the weekends emotions shooting straight at him. " I let you in, I don't let people in. I don't do the hand holding and cuddling thing. I let you in and you left"

Dropping his duffle bag down James let out a light snicker, finding it amusing that she is accusing him of leaving when she quite literally ran away mid discussion.

"I didn't leave, you ran away." He spat. "At the first sign of complicated you ran. I was just obeying your wishes."

Now standing inches apart as silence fell into the elevator. Heavy breaths where exchanged between their lungs. The tension around them shifted as James unintentually looked down, focusing on Annabelle's plump lips in result licking and running his through his teeth.

Catching on to his subtle movement Annabelle's breath hitched as her legs tightened. In all of this childish drama she didn't realise how much she had missed him. The coldness of his metal arm running around her skin, the way their bodies fit perfectly around each other.