Open Wounds - A Bucky Barnes Soulmate AU

Chapter Ten

You rested your hands on your hips as you looked around the room Stark had given you to store your shit until you could get it sorted. You had to admit that the billionaire was far different than you expected him to be after all of Fury's grumbling. Even the thought of going through the boxes was exhausting. You left it for the day and headed to your room tucked between Clint and Nat's. You had enough to deal with in there anyway.

Piles of clothes laid across your bed waiting to be sorted and put away. Bags of supplies you'd purchased to replace the things you needed immediately crowded on top of the dresser and desk. Bucky had helped you secure your weapons as soon as you arrived at the tower so at least some part of your life was organized. You groaned when you got back to your room and took in the mess. This was going to take forever. Maybe it was a bad idea to tell everyone you wanted to take care of it by yourself. If worse came to worst, you could always kick Clint out of his bed and sleep there tonight. Or you could share with Nat.

You took a deep breath and began sorting through the clothes on the bed. Half of them were your dad's and could be packed away. You just couldn't bear to get rid of them yet. You hung his leather jacket and one of his shirts in your closet. The rest of his clothes you folded and stacked in some of the empty boxes Tony had obtained for you. It took you longer than you wanted to stow them away but you kept pausing to press the fabric against your nose. You were certain if you breathed deeply enough you could still smell his cologne.

After you placed the last item in its box and sealed it shut, you wrote 'DAD' across the side. Then you wiped the tears from your cheeks and got back to work. The rest of the room went faster and it wasn't long before you had everything in its place. You glanced at the boxes of your dad's clothes and decided you'd take them to the other room tomorrow. You were done for the day.

A knock at the door caught your attention and turned to find Steve leaning in the doorway. He gave you a small smile. "How's it going?"

"I'm getting there," you answered. "I'm at the point I can function. I just have about a thousand boxes to sort through."

"If you want any help, just let us know."

"I'll remember that." His attention focused on something beyond you and you turned to see that he was looking at the photos on your nightstand. Besides the family picture, there was one of you and your dad laughing as you danced at some event. "That's my family, for what it's worth."

He hummed in agreement. "I actually had a reason for bothering you. With everything that happened today, I realized that we never got a chance to talk to you about this morning. We'd like to have you on the team if you're interested."

You thought for a half a second before shrugging. "Sure. Why not? There's some equipment I'm going to need. Fury took anything that had the remote possibility of belonging to SHIELD."

"Of course. Just give a list to me or Tony and we'll get it for you." His smile widened as he pushed himself off the door frame. "Good to have you on board, Coulson."

Once he was gone, you pulled out a notebook and started to make a list of what you needed. It wasn't a long list, but it was an important one. Especially since Fury had taken all your tactical gear including your vests. Asshole. You wondered if you'd be able to forgive him this time.

A little over an hour later you were laying on your bed watching a movie on the giant screen on your wall when another knock came at the door. You looked over to see Bucky standing in the opening with a plate in his hand. You paused the movie and sat up. "Jarvis, lights please."

You squinted against the sudden brightness as you stood. "Hey, Bucky. What's up?"

"I thought you might be hungry. I brought you a sandwich."