𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠

☘︎𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑖𝑥☘︎︎

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"Give us a moment." Bucky whispered, looking over at his sister and Sam, Addison burying her head further into the pristine black t-shirt his was wearing, her body shaking from the force of her cries. Rebecca and Sam nodded, slipping out of the room and shutting the door, the sliver of light and small chatter coming into the bedroom from the crack between the door and the floor. Warm light illuminated the pair from the lamp on the bedside table, Addison sitting in James' lap while his cheek pressed to the top of her head, cradling her into his body, soft strokes from his thumb running over the removed tattoo scar, stuttered breaths leaving her lips. "Tell me a good memory." James whispered, feeling her tense up, before she relaxed against his warmth, playing with the hem of the shirt she was wearing. "The day before my dad was murdered," Addison started, swallowing the lump that was lodging in the center of her throat, "mom was drinking again, I was hiding in the corner of the room, just like he told me too because of Charles, he walked into the motel room with a giant bear, and chocolate, I had forgot it was my birthday." Addison smiled a little, laying her head against James' heartbeat. "I got one more birthday with him, his words that day were, 'Don't let your momma sell you into into this world, run as soon as you can sunshine.' I never did, I pay for it now I guess."

James felt the tug on his heart as she explained the memory to him, moving his hand from her hip to the back of her head, stroking the hair that rested there gently. "I said happy malishka, that doesn't sound happy." James murmured, nuzzling his nose against the top of her head. "Malishka?" She questioned, tilting her head back so that her neck was bare to him, the empty space waiting to be claimed by his lips, he shouldn't be thinking that way, hell all he's done is press a few kisses to her forehead, a few along her lips. "It means baby girl in russian, it slipped, I'm sorry." James spoke lightly, his icy blue eyes, meeting the deep ocean blues of hers, gold flakes speckled in. "I like it, Bucky." She whispered, earning a small smile from him as he leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers. "And it is a happy memory, it's the last one I have of my dad, he may not of been a great father, but he was better than my mother. They both loved me though." Addison finished, closing her eyes as Bucky rubbed his nose against hers, a small eskimo kiss that had her heart fluttering against her ribcage.

"Do you really have to go?" Addison asked when he pulled his head back, adorning eyes looking down at her. "I do, but it won't be long." He replied, laying her back on the bed, her golden hair splayed out like a goddess in a painting, a smile that could light up the darkest of skies, beaming from ear to ear, even if her body and face were littered with cuts. "What are you smiling at malishka?" Bucky teased, leaning down to tuck her back under the sheets, a bright smile resting on his face before he disappeared to the closet to finish getting ready, her eyes burning a hole in his back. "You're supposed to be the big mean bad boy of New York City," Addison spoke, watching the way his back flexed when he pulled on a blazer, covering his broad shoulders, "yet, no one knows deep down you're a softie. You crave affection even if you don't want to show it." Addison finished, pulling the blankets tightly around her as he walked out of the closet, flipping the light off. The city lights illuminated his body in an ethereal way, he looked like a greek god, carved from marble, scars littered his body, but he kept his charm, his pearly white smile mimicking hers. "Maybe I just crave your affection malishka. Get some rest." He smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her cheek before exiting the room.

Addison hadn't even realize she was holding in a breath until she felt it be punched from her lungs when he shut the door. She seemed to forget about the ache that settled into her bones, the hit that was placed on her, the reality that she was only safe when she was within the four walls of Bucky's apartment when he was around, his smile made warmth bloom in her chest, settling in her stomach. "Sam!" She yelled when the pain finally broke through her emotional barrier, tears forming in her eyes as she tried to sit up. Footsteps could be heard from outside the door, Rebecca and Sam quickly running down the hallway before the door was swung open, the pair rushing in. "What hurts?" Rebecca asked, throwing her shoes to the side and climbing onto the bed with Addison, taking her hand and gasping when Addison squeezed it tightly. "Rebecca everything hurts, that's a dumb question to ask." Sam murmured, grabbing the pain medication from his bag, helping Addison sit up to take the pills. Her hand shook as she allowed the pills to fall from his palm to hers, tossing her head back the pills landing on the center of her tongue before she was taking a drink of water, collapsing into the pillows. "You remember my name?" Sam questioned, sitting down on the side of the bed while Addison rolled her head to look at him. "I should remember the man who saved my life."