Necessary Good, Unnecessary Evil | No rest For Wounded Souls [Bucky Barnes]

Wounded Souls

"When wounds are healed by love, the scars are beautiful."
-David Bowles

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Nova's POV

I hear Bucky humming a tune while he plays with my hair, keeping his eyes on his book.
"What are you listening to?" I yawn, lifting my head from his lap.
"What?" Bucky frowns, pulling out one of his AirPods.
"What are you listening to?" I ask again, stretching my back.
"Oh, Parker's Playlist." He shrugs, showing me his Spotify.
I rub my eyes and look at him perplexed. "Taylor Swift?"
"She's not bad." He shrugs.
I stare at him, shaking my head. "You think this jet has cameras?" I wonder, looking around.
"I think so. Why?" He frowns.
"Because I want to suck your dick after that." I deadpan, and he starts laughing.
"You look surprised." He points out, dragging me next to him.
I hum, adjusting in the cushion next to him. "I thought you didn't like modern music." I ponder.
"Some of it is good," Bucky says.
I nod, chuckling, "Yeah, I know." 

A voice announces we're arriving, and we lock our belts.
"Are you seeing that?" I nudge at Bucky with my elbow.
The jet just landed, and a ton of people is waiting outside.
Bucky stands up, going to look outside. "Paparazzi?"
I run to the other side of the jet, seeing both sides occupied with paparazzi. "What the hell is that for?" I mutter, feeling anxious.
"Who are you calling?" Bucky asks, watching me bring my phone to my ear.
"Tony! There's a shit ton of paparazzi at the airport." I shout as soon as I hear Tony's voice.
"Oh yeah... About that." He clears his throat.
"About what?" I seethe, running my fingers through my hair.
"They may have found out you're my daughter." My breath hitches and I look at Bucky, his brows furrowing.
"Are you being serious? Why didn't you tell me?" I peep, fixing my attention on the crowd outside.
"Look, Happy is already there. Get in the car, and he's going to bring you here." Tony huffs, loud noises almost covering his voice. He's probably in his lab.
"I can't even see the car!" I exasperate.
Tony groans, brushing me off. "I'm sorry, I'll fill you in at dinner."
"Tony!" I shout, but he ends the call.

I go sit down again, tossing my phone on the table. "What's going on?" Bucky wonders, sitting next to me.
I feel his hand on my back, and I take a deep breath, leaning into his side. "They know Tony is my father. But I don't know why they care." I mutter, fidgeting with the sleeve of my hoodie.
April in New York isn't as warm as Wakanda, and I almost forgot how cold I could get.
"He's Tony Stark. They care about everything he does." Bucky points out, wrapping his arms around me.
I sigh, "Yeah, Tony. Not me."
"Is anyone waiting for us? I could go get a car while you wait here." He proposes.
"Happy is here." I get up, looking down at him.
"They're lucky Nat is not here," he chuckles, standing tall in front of me, "she would punch someone."
"You're right." I smile, closing my eyes as he presses his lips against mine.
"Ready?" He mutters, and I nod.
"Yeah," I pull my hood up and walk to the exit.

The door slides open, cold air hitting my face, and an overwhelming amount of flashes and shouting covers everything else.
I think Bucky said something to me, but all I can hear is cameras clicking and his hand on my waist as we head down the stairs.
My feet hit the concrete, and I duck my head down.
I hear the paparazzi calling my name, trying to get in front of me and pushing each other.
"Are you going to step into your father's empire?" I look up, seeing Bucky stepping in front of me and pushing people aside, making a path.
He grabs my hand, dragging me through the crowd.

"How come we've never?" Someone asks, shoving a mic in my face.
"Who's your mother? Why has Stark never shown you two?" My breath hitches, and I turn around, ready to lash out at them.
Bucky squeezes my arm, leaning down and whispering into my ear. "Don't." 
He opens the door of the car and pushes me in.
A few minutes pass, and I hear Bucky putting our bags in the trunk.
"Get us out of here, Happy," Bucky mutters, getting in the car and sitting next to me.
The car starts moving, carving a path through the crowd and leaving the airport behind.