Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

34. End of the world

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

"How are you keeping after Fury?" I questioned as I strap my red suckers into one of my many pockets on my bomber jacket.

Yelena would've loved this.

I side glance Natasha, I see her looking at me with this unknown look in her eyes almost like she is hiding something away from me. The look is gone before I could even question it before her lips purse out slightly in thought before shaking her head.

She looks about the area for a few moments before grabbing my elbow firmly before pulling me into a closeted area in the corner. No one pays mine to us as she darts her eyes about the place as if we are being ease-dropped.

"What's wrong, Nat?" I asked confused.

She sighs before looking down at me placing a hand on my shoulder. "Fury is alive"

Something inside of me lightens. I don't know what but it does. I feel like this sort of relief escapes my body, it's an oddly familiar feeling when I first saw Yelena come back from a mission awhile back when I had felt something inside of me break as if something happened to her.

I don't know Fury all that much but the fact that I cared that he lived - makes me almost believe that man means more to me than everyone is letting on.

I know I met him once when he give me that usb drive and those coordinates that I still need to get the chance to look into as my curiosity is building up increasingly. I don't want to believe it but there's something familiar about Fury that I can't put my finger on it.

"Captain eyepatch survive?" I gaped my eyes wide. "Holy crap, I guess Captain Hook needs to take some lessons over here" I mumbled to myself, knitting my eyebrows together.

"I'm gonna pretend I did not hear that plus I think Captain Hook got eaten by a crocodile not a bullet."

"Either way he should've died from a bullet like that" I shrugged, it got shot couple of times how the heck can someone stay alive that long. I know I was yapping like a baby in the inside when I got shot at once in the thigh when I wasn't doing what I was told.

Being tortured is a different story I'm used to getting beatings and scars.

Natasha doesn't comment any further as we head back to our courters to get paired up. We strap in, in silence with my soft humming of my girl under my breath. I glance up at Natasha when I heard something click only to come face to face with a blonde woman wearing a blue dress with gold jules.

"Scary wrinkled woman in my face" I startled back, my ribs screaming at me to stop moving as I snap my eyes towards the woman who stands comfortably with her arms folded.

I furrow my brows in confusion as I take in the woman, her stance doesn't look like the woman's type as she folds her arms across her chest. Her eyes still hold this softness and amusement that a woman looking like this would never hold for young people like myself.

The way their hip sticks out kinda in this body tells me their uncomfortable in this body as I rolled my eyes. "Natasha, up to your old tricks again I assume?"

The woman smiles, her eyes crinkling at the edges staring down at me. Her mouth however drops as if hearing what I had said. "Old tricks? You remember?"

I hummed with a shrug but I didn't comment on it. Yeah. I had a dream of memory whatever it was while I was out in that short couple hour coma. I remembered this young brownish blue haired girl who looked like a young Natasha, putting on a mask for her mission as I watched her with my head tilted to the side sucking my red sucker.