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"Ready, sweetheart?" Bucky asks while holding my pinky in his metal one

"Just knock." I sigh and want to get this over with

Bucky chuckles and does as I say when he lightly pounds his knuckles on the door before I point out the there was a doorbell and we both laugh at each other for a moment before the door opens up to show Michelle dressed in her classic, black coiled hair and over the top makeup but her dress is what catches my eye first and hopefully not Bucky's when both of our smiles fall and our laughter dies to nothing.

She looks like she is wearing a black nightdress with how thin the straps are, how low the straight neckline is, and how the dress turns into see through lace the moment the silk touches the top of her thigh. She has a bright red lip stretched in a smile over her bleached teeth that falls a little when her eyes drop down to me and I feel the resentment radiating off of her what makes me side step behind the soldier a little who squeezes my pinky in reassurance.

"Hey, Bucky." Michelle smiles and looks back down at me. "You're not alone." She tips her head to the side condescendingly and I squeeze his pinky again that he returns again before his hand moves and engulfs mine in his grip that makes me feel better

"It was in the agreement for SHIELD that Y/n will be with me at all times for safety reasons you saw today." Bucky nods the little white lie that isn't really far from the truth from what he told me. "And I won't ask you again. Please, refer to me as James." He asks politely after definitely bringing out his forties manners to help him not turn away

"Yes, of course." She accepts it but I doubt she'll use it longer than five minutes. "Come on in, James." She steps to the side and completely ignores my presence but, I kind of appreciate it

"After you, sweetheart." Bucky looks down at me with a sweet smile while waving his arm through the doorway and I press my lips into a small, nervous smile

"Thanks." I whisper as I step through the entry in my soft blush colored heels that are very simple and barely noticeable when the soft stiletto hits the hardwood

Bucky's hand fits on the small of my back as he steps in and we both look around Michelle's clean place to familiarize ourselves between the four walls that all have some kind of modern decoration that never makes sense in my head but looks good when hung on the themed walls to match the house. The wide living room is immediately to our left with dark gray and white accents to make the small house look almost futuristic in a way with the sleek designs.

To our right is the dining room and the left of that room is the kitchen which is full of light rap music and steam coming from the stove and pots that rest on top of the oven. Michelle walks us around and gives a short tour of her groomed backyard equipped with a hot tub and a pool that she talked about for a few minutes while she lead us down the hallway to show us her 'Red Room' as she called it but it was just her bedroom decorated in red paint and white sheets.

Natasha's Red Room is better.

She showed us Maverick's room and though I couldn't remember him by name, the moment I saw his little baby picture hanging up is when I was all frown smiling and almost teary eyed but I had to keep it together so I didn't embarrass myself at remembering the little guy who was always my favorite infant. I tried my luck and almost hardest on making conversation and comment about how she has a lovely home which she does, it's very clean and obviously carefully organized but, she never said anything back and or just looked at me weird and was awkward for me because I have no idea what I did to her to make her hate me so much and I don't hate her, I thinks she's pretty nice in a way when it's not directed at me.

"Dinner is just about done." Michelle says and spins on her black glittery heels that don't match her dress but it's not my problem. "You can go sit yourself down while I set up another seat." She presses her lips in a thin line with her hands clasped together under her breasts she's pushing out and I keep down a grimace

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