Secretive - Bucky Barnes

14 || Bonnie and Clyde?

Fury turns around, his hands intertwined in front of his dark-clothed stomach. »You wanna tell me what your wife's planning?«

And this almost physically hurt. My wife. I mean, I would love to call her that and by now am convinced myself that one day, I probably will be able to call her that, but this day lays somewhere rather far than near in the future, causing me to wince internally like a frightened and kicked deer. 

Not getting an answer out of me, the leader of the former Avenger's group eyes me from head to toe. »I thought you'd be married, with kids and not her name on the doorbell but only yours.«

»Yeah, no, we aren't. And I rather not discuss my private life with you.«

»Your private life is gonna get herself killed if you don't tell me anything I can work with. What is she doing? Why is she blowing entire building's up and where the hell do her powers come from? They surely weren't as... intense when I last laid my eye on her.« he insists, not moving in the least from his position to create a steady, strong image.

Well, not telling technically is not lying. Leaning onto the wall in my back, I cross my arms in front of my chest, feeling the blue shirt tighten around my biceps. »Do not swear in my house. There are children in here.«

Fury rolls his eye, as if this would express anything important to me. »As Stark would say now: God, first I couldn't when Rogers has been around, and now in cause of your kids. I probably never will be free in my use of words.«

His pathetic try to lighten the mood only gets commented with another cocking eyebrow of mine. »Steve has been raised very well, is all. Don't you ever reproach him for that. One doesn't speak bad about the dead ones.«

He stops for a second in all motion, even breathing, possibly to collect and stop himself from an outburst of annoyance. I still stand as monotone as ever with the light beige wall in my back. »Let's get to the main topic again; Nova. Where is she? What is she doing? You have to know something, at least.«

»You think I'd still be here if I knew where she was?« is all I say, careful with my words, careful with what I reveal. From what I know of him, Fury is not exactly known for his honesty concerning the true purpose of anything. 

»Well, she definitely got you into housekeeping and babysitting, in the end.«

»Look, Fury, I got no clue where she is.« I say sighing, feeling the meaning of the words gnawing at my inner organs, sinking its teeth into them and leaving them to create a bleeding puddle. My metal hand comes up, driving through my hair and withdraw from it without letting me know whether its rather soft or dry. »And even if I knew what she was up to, you wouldn't get a word out of me. Do me the favor and leave my house.«

Another time, another motionless Nick Fury, before he turns on his heels with a small, almost sad grin on his face. Who would have thought this man got more than two emotions? Nova is really getting the best out of all of us. How does she do it? What trick is behind it? »You know« he starts, voice a little more raspy, a little more distant, like he was just floating in some faint memory. »what Rogers once told me? He didn't come up with it by himself, but there was a situation in which he referred to the both of you as Bonnie and Clyde. Except from the part of voluntarily hurting people, I think whoever was quite right. You're bond until the both of you die, and not even the destiny of the world can come in between that.«

This is the nicest thing Nick Fury ever told me, and probably, will ever tell me. 

Another two months pass, and still, no sign of Nova. At least, no signs in my private life. Publicly, she has been really, really active. But this does not make up for me almost spending Christmas alone with the kids if it was not for Sam and Sarah inviting us last minute, and also, making a firework all on my own for the children and promising them next year, we as a family would pass these events wholly.