'Till the End of Time - Bucky Barnes x OC - Eng.

Fourteen

A/N: Song recommendation: (slowed down) rockin' around the Christmas tree

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It was the 25th of December, the last two weeks had flown by.

After much deliberation, Bucky had accepted the invitation to Pepper and Tony's Christmas party. He was also invited to the dinner at his nephews together with his family.

In the last few days he had been rushing around town to get all the Christmas presents.

Roslyn and he had established a relationship, she had even bought him a smartphone and explained it to him so she could reach him.
She wrote him regularly and sent him photos of everything.

Bucky really dressed up. As usual he wore black jeans and his black leather boots but unlike usual he wore a dark blue shirt and a black jacket over it. His hair was knotted in a half bun. The gloves were history since the day with Roslyn and Grace.

On the way to Main Street, Bucky picked up a few more odds and ends until he got into a cab and headed for Staten Island.

He couldn't shake the feeling of being watched since the last few weeks. He didn't know what it was that triggered this feeling in him but he couldn't shake it off. It was probably just one of the figments of his imagination from all the trauma he had experienced over the last few decades.

When he arrived at the address Roslyn had sent him and saw the mansion, he was almost speechless.

He stood in front of a huge black gate that created a barrier between the estate and the street. It opened by itself with the words "Welcome Mr. Barnes".

The property was classically landscaped with perfectly shaped cypress trees covered with snow. A wide asphalt path led from the gate to the main entrance.

In the middle of the huge property was the centerpiece - the villa.

Three steps led up to the imposing building, which was kept in plain white. The front door was made of dark oak. The landing in front of it was tiled with mamor tiles and surrounded by meter-high columns on the left and right.

The property belonged to James, his nephew, whom he would meet for the first time today.

Still fascinated by the architecture, he stood there and looked around. The front door opened and he saw Roslyn, dressed brightly as always, hugging him stormily.

"Bucky, come on in. Let me help you." She literally snatched the bags he was holding from Bucky.

From inside the house, children's laughter and Christmas music could already be heard.

The entrance to the mansion was no less imposing than what he had seen from the outside. Sparkling clean marble floor, a huge low-hanging chandelier and left and right Cinderella stairs leading to the upper floor.

He followed Roslyn silently and continued to marvel at everything around him.

'Wow James must really have a good job to be able to afford all this.'

Arriving in the dining room, from which one could see into the living room, he saw a huge set table with what felt like 50 different knives and forks lying next to each plate.

The light in the living room was dimmed and the fireplace crackled. In the middle of the living room stood a huge bulbous fir tree that shone in all colors and was decorated classically in red and white. Under the fir lay already countless small and large packages.

On the living room floor played two red-haired boys who seemed to be twins, these he assigned to Grace. They were around 10 years old and were dressed just as colorfully as their mother. Their faces radiated something that suggested the boys were little troublemakers. Their green almond-shaped eyes looked at him slyly as he entered the room.