Otherwise Known As... | Bucky Barnes

Chapter (2) Two ~ ...the girl who patched Steve up in your bathroom

3rd Person POV ~

"What the hell were you thinking?!"

That was the first thing that Howard shouted at his younger sister after the painfully silent car ride and even after Howard practically dragged Olivia out of the car, into the hotel, and into their suit.

"Um, I don't know maybe 'I should probably do something about the big scary guy that is pummelling this small skinny kid!' Maybe - maybe 'Oh shit this kid could be seriously hurt if I don't do something to help!' Take your pick 'cause a few things were going through my head at the time!" Olivia pretty much yelled back.

"Olivia," Howard started as he began to pace around the room, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You can not get into any fights! What would happen if people found out about you going around being some- some vigilante?!" He went over to the small cart filled with different alcohol that was in the main room that separated the sibling's hotel bedrooms and poured himself a glass of scotch. "People already look down and underestimate you 'cause you're a woman in engineering. What would they think about one that gets herself into street fights? You would be ruined!"

"Howard!" Olivia cut off his rant. "You need to stop worrying about stuff like that. I mean, who would even believe that my 5'3 self would be able to beat up a guy two times my size? People bearly even believe I'm the best engineer of our generation." She rolled her eyes.

"Wow, you're humble. And I just want you to be careful." Howard set his now empty glass down and walked over to his little sister, hugging her. She hugged him back, giving a muffled "When am I not?"

~~

After Howard and Olivia's fight, things when as they always did. Howard was in meeting after meeting to get his new project, the Stark Expo, up and running, and Olivia was in meeting after meeting to see who's inventions would be able to even participate in said event. Not to mention the time both spent on their joint project that would be the main event of the expo.

Their flying car.

The problem was, Olivia had yet to get the damn thing to leave the ground. She couldn't yet apply the mechanics of a plane to the car like she thought she would be able to. It was pissing her off more than she would like to admit.

Howard was trying to help her as best he could, but he didn't have quite the engineer's brain that Olivia had. He could only do so much.

While trying to keep her mind occupied with other things, Olivia ended up writing a letter to the boys she met the other day. No matter what, there was just something about them that kept them in the forefront of her mind.

Her letter was simple.

Dear Boys,

Hello, how have you two been since our last encounter?

Steve, I do hope you have been doing well, as well as not getting into any more trouble. I believe one day you will give poor Bucky a heart attack coming home all bruised and bloodied. How have the stitches been? I know they can be annoying, but it's better than bleeding out in your bathroom. Please, for my sake and your friend's sanity, try to stay out of trouble.

Bucky, I hope Steve has been staying out of trouble, and if you do write back I hope you will be the one that is truthful in telling me. I hope everything has been good on your end, as I'm sure life can be hectic with a friend who gets into fights, even if it's to stand up for what he believes in.

I hope you write back, as I need a good distraction from work at times, and talking to you two once again would be a great way to get my mind off of things here. I am afraid I have hit a bump in the road in my work. I hope my brother and I can resolve it before its presentation in the later months to come.

You both be good to each other, and I hope you decide to write back. If so, address it to the return address.

Your's truly,

Olivia S.
(Otherwise known as the girl who patched Steve up in your bathroom before he could bleed out.)

Like I said, simple.

And to her surprise, they wrote back. She wasn't expecting them to but it was nice nonetheless. They each wrote their own small letter, and put it in the same envelope for convenience. Steve's was in the front, probably because that's who she wrote to first in her own letter.

Dear Olivia,

I've been good lately. Haven't gotten into any fights but I can't lie when I say one might come soon.

I dont look for fights, they just seem to come to me. Probably because I'm the small skinny guy who's easy to step on. You are a great fighter, by the way. How did you learn that? Maybe if I learned people would stop picking on me, or I would at least stop losing so much.

About your letter, I hope you get over the bump in your work. If I can ask, what are you working on? It must be something important for you to be worked up over it. Whatever it is, I'm sure you can figure it out. I can tell your smart, and I'm sure whatever it is will come to you.

My stitches are fine so far. A bit itchy but I think that was expected. Bucky thinks they'll be able to come out sometime next week, so that will be nice. All of the bruising should be fading any day now too, so that will be good.

I hope we can meet up sometime when you're not busy with your work. It might be good to get to know each other better seeing as our first encounter you were trying to keep me from bleeding out.

I hope you write back when you have the time.

Steven G. Rogers.
(Otherwise known as the skinny kid you saved and sewed up.)

And Buckys was a bit similar to Steve's.

Dear Olivia,

Since our last meeting, Steve has found himself in three more fights. The last one he tore open his stitches, and I had to sew him back up again. I will say, it wasn't as pretty as yours, but it'll do the job.

You are right on that one comment doll, life can be a bit hectic with my punk friend getting into fights every other day, but I've gotten used to it. He's too patriotic and hard-headed for his own good sometimes. He's currently dead seat on joining the army, and I have tried everything to stop him from getting himself killed.

I know we only met the one time, but I don't really have anyone to tell and I wanna get this off my chest. I told Steve I enlisted in the army, but that nothing has happened in terms of getting any orders yet. I lied. I got drafted last week, and I dont know how to tell him. I dont even know if I should since I'm pretty sure one of the reasons he even wants to join the army is to be like me.

This is one of the few time's I hate how the punk looks up to me, and I dont just mean literally speaking.

I should probably stop my rambling now, especially since I think Steve has finished his letter to you. He probably lied about how his stitches are doing or something, so don't believe him if he said otherwise.

Sorry for the rant, and I hope you yourself are doing well. I'm sure you'll get over the block soon and do something amazing. If you write back maybe you could talk about what project you got going on at work. Would love to know what a doll like you got herself doing that's got her all important enough to get her own cab sent out by her hotel.

Hope to hear back,

James B. Barnes

(Otherwise known as the good-looking guy who found you patching my punk friend up in the bathroom before he could bleed out)

Bucky's letter made Olivia laugh a bit, especially from his sign-off. She wanted to write back, even to go out and see them in person again, but her work was keeping her busy as of late. She was barely even sleeping in her bed most nights, instead of falling asleep on her desk, and has even been found slumped against the car she was working on a few times.

Howard would have been worried about it, but he was in a similar situation with trying to figure out how to get their car off the ground as well as the paperwork for the expo that still needed to be done.

Let's hope the two figure it out soon, because they are starting construction for the expo within the week, and there's a lot to be done.