Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

29. Taken

W I D O W   S E V E N T E E N
30 hours

I tucked my bedsheet down the side of my bed, propping up my pillows perfectly before heading towards my wardrobe opening it up to take out a pair of lilac shorts, black crop top and a grey hoodie. Quickly taking off my pjs, throwing them into the laundry basket before making my way into the bathroom to do my hair and brush my teeth.

This morning I woke up with this feel to do something, these past days I've been restless. My mind not functioning right and my talk with Natasha a day ago I'm trying to motivate myself to push forward not to hold back.

So I decided to go for a run around Central Park, and to get a breath of fresh air. My hands place the tooth brush back into the cup holder, reaching over to her my hair brush. Threading out the knots from the night before, cringing every so often before styling my hair into a low plait.

Making sure everything is perfect, I walked back out of the bathroom to grab my pair of training shoes and placed them on. I leave the room but not before grabbing two red suckers from my drawer and placed them into my pocket before making my way out through the elevator going to the bottom floor of the building. Exiting the lift, seeing some of the employees dosing about at six o'clock in the morning with coffee mugs in their hands.

I smile at the bodyguard at the door, as he returns a tired one back. Stepping through the doors, I immediately felt shivers send down my back as I inhale inwards for some fresh air than the humid inside. Stretching my limbs for a few minutes, before looking down at my watch to see 6:36 written bright.

Nodding to myself to be back before half 7- 8 o'clock I begin my run. I jog to the left, taking in the calm sounds of New York even in the mornings is the best. You can hear the birds chirping and some taxis beeping but mostly that's why I love New York, I don't like being in the quiet my mind would have the scary capability to torment me then.

But now I somehow feel free, like a relief floating through me. I wish I don't always have to look over my shoulder though if Dreykov or the black widows if they are after me, I will never be safe until he is gone.

Me and winter however from a few hours ago from chatting most of the night, I feel like we've grown this sort of bond that I don't know off. It's like we relate on a level but there is some differences but mostly relate to one another.

I want to help him, he deserves it.

He has been through this far to long, how could some sick fucks do such a thing to people - to Bucky. I was lost of my childhood, literally, I can't remember anything but Bucky as well. They took everything from him while I have memories of what happens to me but he gets wiped all the time and I'm afraid that one day that his brain can't take it any longer.

I take another turn, my legs pumping faster the more I see central park in the distance. Every step I take I felt like I have eyes on me, I hauled to a stop. I of course took the back road to get to Central Park without bypassing people or cars but that didn't mean to target me.

My eyes glance around the quiet neighbourhood, my chest rising up and down as I calm my breathing so I could listen to my surroundings and not my breathing. I sigh into myself, pulling my arms up across my chest being the unproblematic person I am and just waited.

Why can't I just have one morning, just one to myself.

"You might as well show yourself, I know your there" I called out, tapping my foot softly on the asphalt ground still looking around.

For a few moments there was nothing before I heard footsteps behind me, I turn around to see Brock with two other males behind him.

"Rumlow" I said. "Lovely to see you again, how's the wife?"