Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

17. Questions

W I D O W S E V E N T E E N

My fingers click the button of the remote as i flick through channels on the tv in the lounge with Sam and Clint laying lazily on the couch with me, early in the afternoon after dinner that we just had. Sam's quite literal adorable snores fill up the silence in the room except the ever so slight clicks from the remote every few moments.

My eyes dart towards Sam hiding my small laugh behind my hand, while Clint sneakily snaps pictures of the sleeping bird man. I turn away from the both of them with a small smile as i click on a random channel with black and white backdrop as the two main characters; also known as Audrey Hepburn and her co-star i don't know off slow dances in the movie Sabrina.

Deja vu hits me as i reimagine the day Loki was here as we watch this. Shaking my head, not getting into my head about my mind and heart telling me two different things about the man.

A yawn expresses from my mouth, as i rub my eyes tiredly. I place the remote down by my side, my body moving down further on the sofa, my head leaning on the back of it. Throwing the blanket over my thighs to keep me warm, as we continue to watch the remaining minutes of the movie.

Two hours and a half passes by before the end credits of the second movie we've watched tonight show up on screen, i glance towards the two boys to see not only Sam sleeping still but Clint as well.

I smile at the two of them before removing the blankets from me causing the once warm coat around my body, becomes cold as goose-bumps litter my skin and a shiver runs down my spine. I drift the blanket over Clint due to Sam already having one himself, I head up to my room.

My feet pad against the floors, my socks skidding to a hault at the elevator. Pressing the button as i casually walk inside, touching the button for my floor.

My ears block out the classical music of the week, but that doesn't stop my feet from unvoluntary thump to the beat. I lean back against the cold metal railings, waiting until the doors open. Moments later the lift stops, doors opening as i wander down the hall towards the end to my room.

Pushing open my bedroom door, before shutting it quietly. Heading towards the waredob, pulling out teal sweatpants with a smiley face on the right pant leg and a white spaghetti crop top with blue flowers and green petals. I change into the clothing, throwing my prior clothing into the laundry basket with a thump. I head into the bathroom, cleansing my face with tea tree, brushing my teeth as well.

I thread my fingers through my tangled locks, swiftly grabbing the hair brush, running it down my beach wave curls. I reach towards the hair tie on my wrist, pulling it off before doing a low messy bun to help stop it from sticking to my face when ever i wake up during the night. I look myself in the mirror, making sure i look alright before heading down to the lounge again for some supper - mostly caffeine to keep me up for a while.

I don't want to go back there.

I grab my journal in my hand with the pen already hooked on to the side of it, doing the routine again towards the lounge. I see that Pepper must've kicked the boys out as they are gone when i walk through. As if they and I weren't even there, the cushions and blanket's all fixed. I wander into the kitchen to see Natasha already perched up onto one of the stools drinking some caffeine herself with a book.

Her eyes snap to mine when i walk in, a small smile on her face in greeting. I nod repaying a small tight lifted up smile. I walk over towards the jug filled with coffee already, pouring myself a good portion into a mug. Grabbing pop tarts from the top cupboarded, popping it into the toaster.

The silence is not awkward but also not comfortable either, i hear a flick of pages turning every two minutes. The pop tarts pop up when they are ready, moving towards the cupboard again grabbing a plate before placing my supper on the plate.