Letting You Go.

"Him"

"...hello?" Elle answers her cell disoriented, glancing at the time 02:34. Her heart immediately dropping into her stomach, knowing all too well that phone calls at this hour equal bad news, and bad news it was.
"Yes I understand officer, but... I haven't..." she lets out a momentous sigh of defeat "yes officer, I'll be right there."
She tosses her phone across the room, throwing her head into her hands.  Nauseous with nerves.
Elle reaches across the bed grabbing a pillow, putting it over her face, a colossal scream permeates through every fibre.
Pulling on yesterdays outfit that sits on top of the wicker washing basket, questioning herself as she swirls mouthwash spitting it into the sink, watching it being rinsed away, disappearing. She wishes in this moment that she could be the one being washed down the drain. Disappearing, forgotten.
Elle looks up at her reflection in the mirror, wiping her mouth clean, her shoulder length brown hair sticking out, the nights sweat causing wispy curls around her face and neck. Grabbing a hair tie she forces it into a messy pony on-top of her head.
"Why?" She laughs nervously at herself in the mirror.

***
Elle storms reluctantly into the police station, the 40 minute drive gave her time to reflect and work on what she was going to say, and she settled on nothing. She wasn't going to say a single word.
The station is unexpectedly quiet, the fluorescent lights harsh causing her eyes to nip and water.
She continues to go over in her head. Go in. Sign forms. Hand over the cheque. Leave. Never hear his name again.
Go in. Sign forms. Hand over the cheque. Leave. Never hear his name again.
The more she goes over it the angrier she gets, head feeling like it could explode at any given moment.
Dragged out of bed at this ungodly hour, for him.
"This is a fucking joke," growling under her breath as she enters the waiting room.
A tall man jumps up at the sound of Elles footsteps, startling her. He extends his arm out taking her hand, his face is stern, his kind brown eyes are heavy with sleep, he offers a little smile "you must be Elle? Thank you for this." His warm hand clasps hers lingering "Sam Wilson." He introduces himself, but Elle already knew who he was, he was Falcon, part of The Avengers.
Politely she replies "Its nice to meet you Sam," and shakes his hand.
Sam stands with his arms folded as Elle walks over to sign the paperwork, so ready to be out of here.
She slides over her drivers licence to the cop behind the counter, and stands back as he scans it, typing obtusely on his computer. She is unsure if she would usually be as irritated by the clicking, and the lights or if she's irritated because shes been forced here because of him.
A buzzer sounds forcing her to wince, scrunching her eyes in impatience.
She rubs her eyes ferociously, anxiety builds inside her, the longer she stands here the more chance there will be of her seeing
Bucky... being escorted from the holding cells by two police officers. His brooding intimidating stare, his messy mousey brown hair, the look of disappointment scored across his face at the sight of Elle.
Elles heart skips a beat, just one, she hasn't seen him in 7 years. For a solitary second she remembers what it felt like, to look at him, to be looked at by him.
Bucky leans against the counter as an officer un cuffs him, like he would really need to be un cuffed.

Bucky glares at Sam, who is standing glaring back.
"Whats she doing here?" He scowls looking directly passed Elle, and glowering at Sam.
Sam throws his hands up in protest "Hey man! I didn't call her." He looks at Elle apologetically, acknowledging Bucky's bad manners. She bows her head in defeat, just wishing for this to be over so she can leave.
Bucky's nostrils are flared, he doesn't believe Sam, he still doesn't trust anyone.
"Then who did?" He presses his lips together sheepishly, talking about Elle, acknowledging her, but refusing to look at her.
Shes had about enough, she has a shift in 3 hours and needs to make it back in time to see to her grandfather. "I just bailed your ass out of jail." She signs the cheque and slams it down on the counter "maybe you should update your 'emergency contact' James."
She takes out her cell and checks the time, 04:23am "can I go?" She asks the officer abruptly, storming off before getting an answer.
Fighting back tears of anger as she bounds down the corridor towards the parking lot.

Sam stands before Bucky, "Don't just stand there. Go after the girl!" He encourages him.
Bucky rolls his eyes, and much to Sams annoyance lets out a pathetic sigh.
Maybe if he takes his time she'll be gone by the time he reaches her. Sam shoves him, pushing him forward, forcing him to make the first step.
Elle is just about to push the button to exit through the double doors,
"...Elle...wait!" Reluctantly he shouts after her.
Without hesitation she presses down hard on the bar, a blast of icy air ripples through her,
"Fuck off!" She shouts without so much as a look back, racing out the door to her car.
Letting out a humongous sob as she batters the steering wheel.
Hoping that this time, will be the last time she'll ever have to see Jame 'Bucky' Barnes in the flesh again.