Saving Bucky (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

*Chapter 64 - Marco*

Five days ago James asked to give you a baby.

You never talked about it.

After waking up on that couch several hours later, James had given you a kiss on the forehead and said he'd be in the main house. 

He disappeared for the rest of the day.

Yet every few hours he'd walk across the stage so that you could see him from the light booth, silently and distantly reminding you that he was there.

Since then, both of you have been keeping distant. Skirting around the other. Furtive glances and brief conversations about what was for dinner or where one of you would be within the theatre, still needing space from the other. But neither of you have gone back to the prop room to look at those maps, nor mentioned James' offer. And although the two of you always come back to the other to sleep, James has been taking the floor, his back towards you.

Now, you sit at the bottom of the main steps in the foyer.

The late afternoon sun streams in through the loose boards covering the windows as dust particles in the air shine like glitter, floating on the gentle breezes that tumble down the empty halls. You shift slightly, sliding a few inches to the right to let your face soak up the last tiny rays that make it through. As the fading daylight warms you, your medication fades. That cold detachment that has kept you comfortable with the distance James has been keeping is starting to wear thin.

You miss him.

And you regret the way your last conversation went.

He was just worried, you think to yourself. He probably didn't really mean it. And I snapped at him.

Picking yourself up from the bottom step, you wander through the foyer, trekking down the side hall into the main house to look for James. You keep your ears open, but hear nothing beyond the normal creaks and rumbles of the abandoned building.

You wander through the main house and take a seat in the front row - the seat right in the middle. You glance up at the empty stage - the heavy, white traveler concealing the view of backstage.

But you know James is lurking back there. You take in a breath and let out a sigh.

"James?" you call out quietly.

A silent moment goes by - one long enough to make you wonder if he's disappeared somewhere else inside the giant building. But then there's a shuffling from somewhere far above, behind the curtain. A metal bang is followed by the heavy *thud* of a body landing on the floor from a considerable height. A moment later James peeks his head out of the split in the middle of the curtain. You're surprised to see him freshly shaved, as strands of his long brown hair flop down in his face.

"Hmm?" he grunts.

You remain seated as a small, warm glow takes root in your chest. One you haven't felt in several days. It's comfortable and familiar, and you're pleased it's back. 

Your eyes lock on to blue ones as you bask in that fuzzy feeling that only seems to fill you when you're with James. His gaze narrows as he watches you, taking you in - analyzing. After a moment he pulls his head back through the curtain, disappearing. 

You chuckle quietly, keeping the sound concealed deep inside your chest. "Marco," you call out, a tiny hint of playfulness concealed in your tone.

You get no answer.

"Marco," you call out again, a little louder this time.

James pops his head back out and casts you a confused glance.