We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Bucky Barnes x Reader

7 || Trust In Me

Everything's been a mess. SHIELD headquarters, the city, your apartment...just you in general. Surely most of your coworkers- the good ones, not the Nazis- went home dragging their tired feet with concern over where they'll be employed next since you're all technically out of jobs now, but you haven't spared a single breath worrying over such a trifling matter.

Usually after having such a rough day, you'd return home to a tidy apartment and flop down on the couch to take a much needed nap. Today you merely walk right past it, stepping over the scattered belongings HYDRA had previously gone through and making a straight shot to your bedroom. There you go straight to cleaning the mess left behind with a quickened pace, yet nothing goes back to their respective places. The uncomfortable clothing you only wear for parties gets thrown into a pile on the floor, the soft shirts you enjoy being folded into a suitcase where you stuff all the beloved items you can.

You're mind is just about as scattered as the remnants of SHIELD, so much so that you can barely recall the last few hours. Your fingers are cold and numb, each movement feeling automatic like you're a puppet being pulled at the strings. Even back at the hospital, you hadn't been yourself which is something Natasha felt the need to point out yet you brushed her concern off, insisting you're just shaken by recent events.

It's not a total lie. Surprisingly, despite how you felt earlier in the day, you can give two shits about SHIELD or HYDRA or whatever. A slight part of you is concerned over Steve, but you're certain he'll pull through. If you hadn't been, you wouldn't have left the hospital in a rush. You only stayed long enough to confirm he'd be okay before making your exit. Right now, there are more important things than worrying over a job or the stubborn super soldier who always lands on his feet. Right now, you're shaken over your fiancé.

Someone could've easily convinced you your eyes just aren't working the way they used to; that you've become complete senile in your old age and that the brainwashed soldier ready to kill you for a second time wasn't your long dead lover. A part of you even wished Steve would've looked at you like you were crazy back then, offended you'd propose an idea so ridiculous, so impossible, that would only open old wounds yet he didn't. He looked away from you, insisting he saw the same man you did hidden behind the amnesia and pain...after all these years, James Buchanan Barnes is alive.

Bucky is alive. You can't seem to get past that thought. It guides you, influencing your actions into what most would consider a completely impulsive decision. Where are you going to go? How are you even going to find him? What will you say if you do find him? None of these questions are applied to your current plan of just packing up your belongings and finding Bucky. You can work out the details later, but for right now, the important thing is that he's out there lost and who knows if he's still under HYDRA's influence. Whatever you do, no matter how long it takes, you need to make sure he's safe be it as (Y/n) or Hollie.

There's a ring of your doorbell, one you would've opted to ignore if not for Natasha's voice on the other side. Cursing, you throw a few more things into your case before hurrying to open the door and offering her your best 'I'm in the right state of mind' smile.

"Hey! How'd the press conference go? You must've got out of there quickly. I thought you'd be stuck with those reporters all day."

"It went as well as it could've. Figured I'd come hideout at your place for a bit. I swear, everywhere I go someone recognizes me," she smiles not that you trust it. You can guess why she's here and it's a conversation you'd rather avoid, but it'll do no good for your case by merely turning her away; doing so will only give her further reason to pursue the topic.

Releasing your grip from the doorframe, you step aside to let her in," well, comes with being a famous Avenger I guess...My apartment's actually a mess right now. HYDRA really left no stone unturned here."