My Little Dove

Chapter 12

!Toxic/ Abusive EX!

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Dove's POV:

We go back to Bucky's place and everyone was already there.

"What if someone goes into my room?" I mumble to him

"I locked the door, no one can get in except for Tony cause he has the key"

"You could've given it to me"

"No, I couldn't. Because we" He hands me a drink. "Are getting shitface drunk"

"Bucky-"

"Oh! Is that Yelena!? Let's go over there"

He pushes through the crowd of people and both of my friends were there and so was Darcy.

"You must be Monica" He smiled, shaking her hand

"I am" She side eyes

"Moni" I mumble

"No, we're good. I haven't done my regular interrogations yet"

I shake my head and he shakes Darcys' hand. "I remember you! At the coffee shop"

"Don't remind me of the place tonight" She scoffs

They said all talk while I awkwardly stand there. I really wasn't a fan I loud noises and crowds...and people.

I wander over to the couch and sit down. 5 minutes later Bucky comes over to me.

"Baby? Why are you sitting by yourself?"

I shrug and he sits next to him. "Are you ok?"

"I don't really like crowds"

"I can send everyone home"

"No, I don't wanna ruin your fun"

He grabs my hand and pesters Tony for the key. He opens the door that was technically meant to be mine.

The walls were a pale orange and my painting stood on displayed on the wall. The blankets and bedding were all kinds of purples and blues. I could tell he put a lot of effort into decorating the room. There was a swinging chair that hung from the ceiling, a couch, and a desk. It smelled like fresh fruit. He guided me into the connected bathroom and cabinets were all types of colors. It was such an organized beauty. The colors suited each other. I turn around and hug Bucky. "Thank you so much"

"Of course, Sugar Plum. I based the whole room on your painting. Do you want cash for it? Actually, I got it"

We sit on the bed and he smiled. "What was your day like?"

"Um, my boss fussed at me for being late"

"Bastard"

"I walked to Lena's and got dressed then took the train to the bookstore"

"And?"

"May told me that someone was looking for me"

"Who?"

"A guy named Emm..."

"Do you know him?"

"Emm is my nickname for Emmanuel"

His facial expression changed. "Why was he looking for you?"

"I don't know. He left me a note"

"What did it say?"

"I don't know, I didn't read it yet"

"Can I see it?"

I reach into my bag and hand him the envelope. He reads it aloud.