Somber Reminiscence

CH. 38

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Song Rec. - You've Really Got A Hold On Me(Alternate Stereo Mix) by Smokey Robinson & The Miracles

TW: bondage, aggressive acts, kidnapping, mental illness

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-Bucky's P.O.V.-

"Well not necessarily as a team."

"Nope."

"We're not that good," I add, walking with Sam as he held the shield close to him.

"Definitely."

I look over at him, small droplets of sweat on his forehead as we walked, noticing how well the stripes of the shield fit him.

"We're professionals, and uh partners," I suggest, the words not sitting right with me, or him as he snapped his fingers.

"Coworkers."

"But...we're also a couple of guys with mutual friends." I correct, my mind jumping to not Steve but Elena.

Sarah said that she went home and would come back later.

As much as I wanted to go see her, Sam convinced me that she needed her space, and although I obliged, my mind couldn't stop thinking and worrying about her.

"Friend's now gone," Sam says next to me, bringing my attention back to him.

"So just a couple of guys..."

"And Elena." He cuts in, my lips pulling in as I nodded in slow agreement.

"Yeah, and Elena."

I felt his hand on my shoulder as I stared at the ground, huffing out.

"Hey, she loves you, Buck."

I knew that. I think. How could I doubt it? I don't know. Maybe I'm imagining her still. Imagining her love.

"Give her a call."

I bring my eyes up to Sam, contemplating on it.

It had been longer than an hour and I didn't want to rush her, but even with her portals, I thought she'd be here sooner.

"I will. Thank you, Sam." I say to him, reaching into my back pocket and pulling my phone out, his hand patting my arm as he nodded.

"I'll see you Bucky."

At that he walked away, me doing the same as I left his home, pressing on her contact as I walked.

Pressing the green button, I held the phone up to my ear.

Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring...

"You've reached Elena Summers. Leave a message!"

Voicemail.

Hesitantly, I opened my mouth, thinking of how to say the right things.

"Elena I know you're angry. I'm coming home right now by train so I'll see you in a few. Please just call me if you do end up hearing this. I-" My voice stopped, my other hand going to my hair as I wondered if I should say it.

Would she want to hear it? Or would it make her angrier?

"I love you..." I finally sputter, "always."

Taking the phone away from my ear I hung it up, blowing some air out of my mouth as I slapped the phone onto my warm hand, stepping onto the asphalt of the road leading into town.

I walked to the train station. Not only hoping she'd call for the sake of my worry but so that this tormenting day long ride could be cut short by her.