Gallium // Bucky Barnes // 18+

7. Trip Down Memory Lane.

It's 3 AM and the moonlight's testing me, if I can make it dawn,
Then it won't be hard to see
I ain't happy, I ain't too happy,
Flashing back to New York City
Changing flights so you stay with me
Problem was I thought I had this right
Now, I wish we'd never met
'cause you're too hard to forget.

~Lie To Me.
(By: 5 Seconds If Summer.)

TO: Minor sexual content.

"This is your house?" Krystal asked with raised brows in astonishment, looking up at Bucky's house.

"Yes, c'mon you're bleeding." Bucky said looking at her hand with his handkerchief dripping with her blood, which he wrapped around her palm during the ride down his house.

"It's a mansion!" Krystal said still looking at his house, even though Bucky was pushing her towards the door.

"Krystal, you're getting light headed from the blood loss, you haven't even eaten anything, c'mon." Bucky said as they stood by the porch and he rang the bell, waiting to be answered.

"Wait, you are here. Who's gonna open the door, then?" Krystal asked frowning at Bucky, who sighed and she gasped. "Does Connie live with you?" Krystal asked with widened eyes.

"No, she doesn't." He said, holding her by her waist as she was getting tipsy because of the blood loss and the door opened.

"Mr. Barnes." The man on the side said.

"I didn't know your taste at all." Krystal mumbled looking at the man, leaning closer to Bucky, making him exhale of slight frustration but he cracked a smile.

"Alfred, get the first aid kit, please." Bucky said, walking in with Krystal. "And he's my house keeper." He said as Alfred left them to get the kit. Bucky sat her down on the sofas in the living room.

"Wow, it's even beautiful from inside." Krystal said looking up to see a huge chandelier, curved stairs on her right and a dinning table on the left, she knew it was a multi storey building. The lights were dim and intimate just like his office at Barnes and Rogers, and so were the colors, they were all dark.

"Here, sir. Do you want me to-" Alfred said handling Bucky the kit.

"No!" He instantly replied to him and he stood back nodding, but he felt horrible. "I'm sorry, Alfred. I'm just a little worried. But thank you. That'll be all." He said sending him a thankful smile.

Bucky held Krystal's right hand and removed the soaked in blood handkerchief making Krystal wince. He picked up a little cotton and cleaned her cuts.

He stood up and sprinted somewhere, Krystal was watching him with raised brows, not saying anything. He came back with a glass of water and handed her a painkiller.

"Take this." He said and Krystal took the pill, taking the glass of water and drinking it down. "I would give you a strong drink but knowing that you haven't had a drink in years, it would've made you throw up." He said, cleaning her cuts with a cotton, soaked in antiseptic.

"It's okay. I'm used to it." Krystal said looking down at her hand. Bucky stopped, looking up at her with sympathetic eyes. "Believe it or not, this is not the worst injury I've had." She said chuckling and Bucky's heart filled with sorrow, guilt and anger.