A new chance- BUCKY & Y/N (AU)

Keeping busy

The next morning, Bucky acted like nothing happened, just per usual. I should be used to it by now, but I get it on most days, just sick at hiding it all. As soon as we got back, I worked straight to do my chores. Might as well get it out of the way. Once done, I head inside, showered and quickly dressed. I wasn't wasting the day today. I need to get away. A day on my own, perhaps. I haven't done a proper one since I got back. Maybe I can do some food shopping.

I hopped down the stairs and walk up to Steve.

"Morning, boys."

"Morning," The guys reply.

"Is that all we need for this week?" Steve asked Bucky as he place a pen down.

"Yeah pretty much."

"What's that?" I asked.

"The list for food." Steve answered.

"Hey, you wouldn't mind me doing the food shopping this week, do you?"

"If you offering, sure knock yourself out. Maybe Bucky can help you." Steve suggested.

"I be happy to help you." Bucky smiled. He changed his tune.

"I was hoping to go on my own, haven't really been out since I got here." Bucky smiles drops. I grab the list off the table and shove it in my pocket.

"Oh"

"Here, take the truck," Steve threw the keys to me. "Don't scratch it."

"I won't," I shout back as I walk out the door an7d into the truck. I could sense Bucky watching me as I left, and I was right. I catch him looking at the window. For a split second, our eyes met. Focus y/n, today is for you, no one else, just keep busy. I slight wave at him as I drove off toward town. The journey wasn't long with the music blasting. It felt minutes, possibly second, on how I drive, but we won't let Steve know that part. I turn down the music, pulling up in the carpark and walk in the shop with a trolley. I gradually pull up a shopping list that Steve gave me.

Shopping list

Flour

Bacon

Chocolate

Fruit&Veg (any)

Ice cream

Chips 

Not a lot of stuff then, maybe I can think of a few things to get along the way round. I push the trolley to the first aisle, grabbing the few bits of the list and some that I just want to try or craving for. I head to the other aisle and pick up a jar of pickles, reading the back to it when I hear something a voice, I can't really make out what they saying but the voice seem familar. As the voice grows louder, my body froze.. Brock, his deep voice echoes, allowing the hair at the back of my neck stand up. I dart my eyes at the end of the aisle, seeing him stand there in his posh, clean suit, staring back at me. My heart races, my hands becomes sweaty and breathing heighten to the max that I could pass out any moment. 

"y/n?" A hand touches my shoulders and immediately jumping dropping the jar on the floor, I quickly turned. "You okay?" Vision asked. I felt a sigh of release as I saw him. I quickly look back down at the aisle to see him gone. Am I seeing things? Was he really there? "y/n, are you okay? You don't look to well." I pull vision in for a hug and quickly moved away when I realise what I was doing

"I'm sorry... I... I" I muttered, the walls around me seemed to be closing in on me, my chest throbbing out of my chest. My breathing carries on being high. I try to regain everything to go back to normal, without notice Vision calls on an employer to clear up as he guides me out.