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The next day Daria sat on her bed, which she had pushed under the window, and stared out at the snowy landscape.
Being cooped up was one thing but she was bored. She had nothing to do except zap through the boring TV program.
She was just lost in thought when there were a few knocks on her door and she heard the key turning in the lock.
Even though she didn't know anyone here, and hadn't had any social contact - except with James - in the last 24 hours, she didn't make any decency to turn towards the visitor.
"Daria?" the voice she knew echoed through the room.
"Mhm..."
"Can you please turn around when I'm talking to you?"
"No I can't, after all, I don't even know your name."
Daria continued to stare stubbornly out the window, but couldn't help a grin when she heard the grim-faced James catch his breath.
"Okay..."
James sat sideways on the edge of her bed and played with the bandages he held in his hands.
"My name is James, James Buchanan Barnes. You can call me Bucky, though."
"Buchanan? Are you 100 or what?" said Daria as she turned to him laughing.
"Actually 97 but whatever, I'm here to change your bandage."
"At least you have a sense of humor, but thanks I don't like it when strange men try to touch me for no reason."
Daria grabbed the bandages in his hands and limped into the bathroom.
'This is going to be good,' Bucky thought as he continued to sit on the edge of the bed as if he had been ordered and not picked up.
Once in the bathroom, Daria tried as gently as she could to remove the huge band-aid over her wound.
"Ah fuck fuck fuck... why does that shit have to stick so well too?" she hissed between her teeth as she slowly peeled off the band-aid.
"Everything ok in there?" came from Bucky who was standing in front of the closed bathroom door listening to her cuss.
"Yeah, yeah everything in order- Oh fuck me!"
Hearing her scream her last words, Bucky opened the door to the bathroom and stepped inside.
He had expected Daria to hurt herself, but all he saw was Daria sitting on the floor with her leggings pulled down to her knees, looking at the stitched wound.
"What are you doing here now? Didn't you understand me when I said I was doing this alone?"
"I...Uhm...sorry. I thought you hurt yourself or something," Bucky stuttered to himself.
