◦○DAYBREAK○◦ Bucky Barnes

fifty eight

THIRD PERSON POV

Davina's heart lurched, mind askew all the while. Her knife rattled in her palms grip, pressed between the steering wheel and her hand. She had Starks obnoxious jeep parked on the outskirts of town, hidden from the view of any passing people.

She took a deep breath as her eyes grazed over the cars clock.

13:52pm. Shit.

The brunette groaned as her head dropped down to rest on the steering wheel, careful of where the knifes blade was pointing. She chuckled heedlessly, recognising that she had been seated in the dark coloured jeep, watching the peaceful town for almost 45 minutes. Alone. Without Bucky.

She wasn't sure why. All the girl's thoughts when held captive in both HYDRA and the compound had been on Bucky. Reuniting with Bucky. Holding his face in her hands. Gazing into his elegant blue eyes she had dreamt of all her awaken and sleeping hours.

Davina lifted her head slightly, just enough for her eyes to peer over the rim of the steering wheel, preparing herself for what was to come.

She remained motionless for a few more moments before dropping her head back onto the wheel, a groan emerging from deep inside her throat, producing a strange gargling noise.

For the first time in a long time, Davina was scared. She didn't know if he'd changed, if he'd moved on. She hadn't been afraid every moment her sister had walked into her cell, a new method of torment coming forth, so why was she afraid now? 

The Penton girl lifted her head further away from the steering wheel this time, unclipping her seatbelt and tucking her knife in the waistband of her pants as she forced her body out of the vehicle.

Her legs seemed to be compelled into moving her wounded body forwards, not looking back at the car, knowing if she did so she'd most likely run, or limp, back to the safety of the automobile and hide in it for at least another hour or two.

Instead, the girl kept on walking. Walking through the bare streets of the town the lovers had once used as a safe haven. The town where it all started. Everything began here, they hadn't even known it at the time.

Davina hadn't realised she was holding her breath until she let out a gasp of air, sucking in oxygen gratefully as her breathing steadied the further she walked. 

Few people were scattered among the calming streets, all of which sent her warm, welcoming smiles. The brunette couldn't help but laugh to herself. Bucky would just be loving it here.

As she walked past the center of town, towards the side she didn't have enough time to grow familiar with before, her heart began to flutter with excitement.

She walked past an old man, grouchy looking expression on his face, seemingly different from the cheery aura of the neighbourhood. His eyes narrowed slightly at her as she pasted, causing her mind to ponder.

It was only until the Penton girl walked a few more meters that the recognition hit her like a brick, straight in the face. She whipped around, an unintentional grin drawing along her features, but the man was gone, disappearing into the house of another.

Davina stood motionless for a few moments, letting the feeling wash out of her. When she finally started walking again, the girl chuckled, walking with more meaning and purpose in her stride. She remembered the time she had practically dragged an unstable Bucky into an abandoned house on the outskirts of this very town, only to be scolded by a grouchy looking older gentleman.

That very house stood infront of her now, memories and all. Except it was different. It had changed. The splintering wood planks covering the shattered windows had been removed, replaced with dark green window frames with matching shutters. In place of the once torn up, decaying garden beds was rows upon rows of peonies, grown to absolute perfection.