James Buchanan Barnes Imagine book 2

Runaways (pt.2)

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                      (Bucky's pov)

I huffed a breath, picking at my now cold breakfast. Y/n's wasn't touched at all, she haven't come out her room since last night's fight. Honestly, I wouldn't blame her but she hasn't eaten. I'm..worried about her. Sighing, I picked up my plate and threw it away, slowly making my way twoards her door again.

"Y/n?" I knocked, "Doll, I know you're mad but you haven't eaten. I just..I need you to eat please, I'm worried about you."

Silence. I was starting to get irritated at this.

"I know, I know you're mad at me but c'mon. I still need you to talk or at least come out." I huffed, I tried turning her doorknob but it was locked, "Y/n. We don't lock doors in this house, you know this."

I grew even more worried. No, not worried, I'm...I'm scared? Why am I scared? I have this gut feeling something bad happened.

"Y/n!" I banged on her door, "Y/n! Open up I'm serious!"

I'm panicking. Why am I panicking? Something bad happened I know it. In a hurry, I kicked the door down, swiping the dust from infront of me, and searched her room. I know it was privacy and probably some private things in there, but she was gone. Gone. I had to calm down, gather my thoughts, and think things through first. Although my anxiety was infact getting the better of me, I had to think.

"Think before you act."

I had to notice things that weren't there before. But, I don't know what wasn't there before, I haven't been in her or my room for months, I couldn't possible know 'spot the difference'. Oh god...

Where's Y/n?

      *Time skip brought to you buy Wilson Inc. run by Sam and Wade*

"Pete," You whispered, while doodling in your book.

"Yeah?" He whispered back, just as casual.

"You know, I go here too, right?" You kept yourself from laughing, "So, why am I 'sneaking' into your classes? My teachers could see me."

Peter paused for a second, his mind obviously not registering the fact that you went here as well. He forgot that fact, completely.

"Oh," He smiled, quietly laughing, "You're right, I guess, I don't know. Maybe something happened and you're just in my classes."

You shrugged, looking up at the board and back at your notebook, "At least I'll be a step ahead of my class."

"Yeah." He chuckled, "If you want to go back you can, after 4th, if you want. We're not doing anything 4th, free period."

"Yeah," You nodded, "Few extra minutes."

Peter only bumped your knee with his under the desk and continued writing down his notes. Attempting to not playfully hit him back, you continued your drawing, waiting for the bell to ring. After more minutes of writing and sleeping, the bell rang. You gathered your bag and left the class headed straight for your locker. You didn't want to socialize, you didn't want to talk to anyone, especially Flash. He'd fucked up your day like no other.

"Okay, lunch." Peter informed, leaning against your locker.

"Pete, I know." You giggled, "I go here. Get that in your brain."

"I know," He sighed, "I'm just confused because the schedule, and the test, m-my brain is just everywhere right now. Sorry."

"It's fine." You nodded, "And besides, you passed the test. I was there, helping you, cheat?"