Life Isn't Always Fair- The Winding Path III

On Rare Occasions

Hey readers! I'm sorry about the slow updates, my schedule is really full. School, dance, work, chores, etc, have pretty much consumed my time for writing. I have my first community performance for my church and I have been working super hard and half of the time while I am doing school I'm tired.

Anyways, if you haven't voted on the last chapter yet, please go do so, votes are what motivates me to continue to write and as a bonus, they make my day! I'm going to start saying my vote, comment, spread the word thing in the beginning. It sounds a lot better to do it in the beginning than in the end.

This is driving me crazy. In Guardians Of The Galaxy Vol. 2, at the end all of the Ravagers (or is it Ravengers? *shrugs*), come for Yondu's funeral, right? All of the ships let out fireworks.

Now, lets take a quick second and look at this from a scientific stand point. HOW IN THE HELL CAN THERE BE FIREWORKS IN SPACE?? First of all, FIRE has to have OXYGEN to even light, and there is NO OXYGEN IN SPACE, therefore the fireworks cannot explode. And sound cannot travel through space because it has to have matter and/or a medium to travel. And in the movie you can very clearly hear the fireworks. There is no matter in empty space, therefore you should not be able to hear the fireworks if they were to explode. I do get that its a movie and they probably weren't thinking about the actual scientific impossibilities in the movie. Anyways...

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Melissa's pov

These past couple of weeks have been a healing time for Bucky and me. He's finally opening up about what he remembers and the trauma he experienced. They've tried a couple of times to do the trigger words, but he, unfortunately, responded, so Shuri has had to do some more work on him.

Bucky jokes that I'm his therapist, which in a way, I am. He and I talk for hours, well, more like he talks and I listen. We do take breaks and if the memories become too much, we'll usually change the subject.

There are rare occasions when I see the Bucky I used to know, but most of the time I see a mostly withdrawn, shy, and wounded man. Most of the time I feel hopeless; I feel like I'm incapable of being able to help him. But that's when I remember who's really in control.

"Melissa! Maybe we should take a break and go to the water hole?" Shuri shouted at me and Bucky from the entrance of my garden. I believe that some people talk best about their trauma when they are doing something peaceful or useful. So I decided to have our therapy sessions in my garden. We were presently on our knees in the dirt, pulling up weeds whenever Shuri called us.

Brushing parts of weeds and some dirt off my pants, I stood up, "Sounds good! It'll be a good idea to cool off from this heat." I called back. "See you in a few!"

Shuri nodded with a smile and waved before turning away. T'Challa tossed a pair of swim trunks at Bucky; Bucky caught them sitting down and nodded towards him. "Your welcome." T'Challa replied before joining Shuri.

I heard Bucky stand up behind me and I turned around with a smile, "Come on. Change into those trunks and grab a towel from your place." Giving him directions to the water hole first before I went into my hut. Quickly changing into my black one-piece swimsuit and then donning on my white crochet coverup. I then grabbed my brown leather sandals and put them on, once I finished that I put on my white beach hat and my sunglasses.