𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓
This story takes place after Captain America: The Winter Soldier.
Bucky isn't longer controlled by Hydra, but he's left with a big trauma he has to deal with. That's why Steve wants him to follo...
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I didn't sleep a lot last night. I am stressing out about the person I might have seen at the cemetery. I am not sure it was him, he stood a little too far. Maybe I am just freaking out for nothing, maybe it was just someone who looked like him but isn't him.
I strip out of my clothes and step into the shower. Once the hot water hits my skin I finally feel the nerves leave my body. Since the incident at my apartment I haven't been the same. I know that and James knows it too.
Everytime someone knocks on the door my body tenses, everytime my phone rings my body tenses, everytime James touches me when I didn't hear him come in my body tenses and I hate it. I hate it that I am always scared that something bad is about to happen to me or James.
I take a washcloth and pour some body wash onto it before I start cleaning myself. I am finally able to wash my left upper arm since the cut finally healed. All my bruises are gone but the scars will remind me every day what happened. They remind me that I will never live in that apartment ever again.
But James also showed me the positivity behind my scars. 'Behind the scars lay a cruel story but they also remind you that you survived that cruel day and you should be thankful for that. That's how I look at my scars.'
Everyday I repeat these words in my head and try to see the positivity behind them. I knew where I got myself into when I decided to return back and fall in love with James. And even after everything that has happened I don't regret my decision for a second.
I quickly wash my hair before I turn the water off and step out of the shower. I wrap a towel around my body and my hair. I do my daily skincare and brush my teeth before I walk into my room and put some panties on and a black sweater from James that he left in my room. I don't bother putting a bra on because they are uncomfortable and I don't need to wear pants because the sweater is more like a dress for me.
I walk into the kitchen and see James cooking in nothing but his boxers. I wrap my arms around him from behind and rest my head against his back. "Good morning." I mumble.
James turns around giving a kiss on my forehead. "Good morning doll." He says as he hugs me back.
I hug him a little longer, enjoying the warmth from his body and the safety of his arms around me before I lift my head up and capture his lips with mine, kissing him slowly.
James breaks the kiss and turns around to flip the pancakes. "Someone named Kevin has been calling you the whole morning." James informs me and my body freezes.
Now I know for sure that I saw him yesterday in the cemetery, it's not a coincidence that he is calling me now. What does he want from me? And why calling now, after 3 years?
