Mosaic (Bucky Barnes X OC / Winter Soldier x OC)

Chapter 33: Valeriy Ayers - Shorts (Part I)

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'Aaannnnd that takes care of all the blind spots.... I hope.'

That was if the budget allowed for all the multispectrum cameras everywhere.

'Okay, no. They're family friends. I should be able to cut the cost down.... Probably.'

I shifted the camera icons about and managed to delete one here or there. Like two.... I managed to only delete two.

'This... this seems about the best I can do with how fucked up this building is. Yup. Best I can –'

"RISE AND SHINE!"

"Gah! Fuck! Shit! Ow!! Fuck –"

"IT'S A SUNNY –!"

"Aw hell no...."

"So, the weather's not quite cooperating with me."

'...My hand hurts....'

Whacking it against every shirt, hanger and hard surface in reach was probably one of my dumber reactions to being screamed awake.

Everything from my wrist up throbbed. Sore and annoying.

Definitely one of my dumber ones.

"It's cloudy with a good chance of rain.... To be honest, it's been pournig for the last few minutes."

'No, no, nonono! I did not do all of that work in my fucking dream!! Hell no!!! Fuck this shit!'

"Wow... impressive. Your chemical makeup sure feels pissed. Dreamt of Project Oasis again?"

A snarl escaped me as I searched for my phone, digging through the fluffy comforter and pillows. Pretty damn sure that I didn't have time to fall asleep again... or there was more work for me.

DeLafée: Hunting trip with Russians.

Mochi: Oasis school – Update.

'Too early for this shit.'

Chocolate Orange Peel: Safety Ears neural link.

'Finally, onto the last stages.'

Party Planner: Labour Day Plans.

Éclair: Manganese Mine proposal.

'Already fucking sent that two weeks ago....'

Chocolate Orange Peel: Noiseless Drier – need acoustic designer.

Mochi: Potential Oasis factory locations.

B. Zheng: Charity gala invite – Can we borrow your family yacht?

'...I don't want to deal with your father.... It's too early for all this shit.... I just want to sleep –'

Mochi: Shoggoth – small breakthrough.

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"Val?"

I dropped the phone, tearing my eyes away from those words. "It's fucking six fifteen. Why am I awake?"

Only two hours before I should wake up. Not enough time to even fall asleep.

"Mr. Barnes has left bread in the toaster oven before his run with the dogs...."