𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 (𝘣.𝘣)

Untold Truths

The weekend had made its way quicker than expected and Winston is moving in today.

Bucky volunteered to help me help Winston. I asked Steve since I already felt bad for using Bucky's bike. But Steve and Natalia are looking at venues. Sam has work and Dad is getting too old to be moving shit up and down stairs and elevators.

We were in a moving truck, on the way to Winston's grandmothers. I was told she wasn't going to be there when I showed up. Bucky had on the Beach Boys, which was by far his favorite band since 6th grade. The windows were down as the southern Texas heat flew through the car.

Bucky had on a white tee, with a few grease stains near the hem of it. Over it was a blue and green flannel that hugged his arms way to much. You could see the fabric stretch and plea at his arm's largest widths. Dark denim jeans with more than enough wear and tear on them. And his simple Vans. Nothing out of the ordinary for Bucky Barnes. He wore this outfit on multiple occasions.

But it was sensory overload in my head.

The way one arm was on the steering wheel and the other rested against mine on the center console. He was burning my bare arm. Not literally but you'd think by my legs shifting every 5 seconds. I'd move my arm but the overthinking part of me doesn't want to offend him in the process. I leave my arm to burn as I watch him some more. His jaw twitching, like it needs to let out a truth.

An untold truth.

His eyes focus on the local road, filled with cars and persons with their dogs that definitely don't look like dogs. His fingers that have scars and few band aids tap the wheel to the beat of the music. Hair swaying with the silent wind that soared through the window.

What caught my attention the longest was his fingers resting on the console next to me.

They had been wrestling with each other next to my own. Bumping our knuckles every time his digits moved against mine. The tips just barley touching when the car would get on a bumpy road. It was all too much so I just focused on the music.

Bucky was a big Journey fan. He went to a concert with Steve. It was look-a-likes to the band members and they just lip
synced or pretended to play the instruments.

"Are you excited for him to move in?" He asked, not letting me focus on the music anymore.

"Yes and no." I say. He looks to me, taking his eyes off the road for two seconds too long before looking back.

He asked, "How come?"

"I miss Wanda, who says hi to you by the way. And he's very nice. I won't see him a bunch though since he works night shift."

"What does he do?"

"Forensics. He works with bones and stuff. He has a dog named Bones." I say. He chuckles before asking more questions.

"How long is he staying?"

"As long as he needs to I guess." Yeah we signed a lease but if he needed to stay longer I wouldn't mind.

"How do you know he's not a squatter Coles?"

"Wow. What faith you have in him." I say sarcastically, earning another laugh of serotonin. Which also filled my serotonin.

"I'm serious Coles. You got this guy off of Craigslist."

"Why do you even care? You're not the one who's living with him." I say turning more towards him.

"No. But you are. and I care about you."

I think I misheard that. "You do?"

"Obviously." He starts. The car stops at a red light, so Bucky takes the chance to look at me. He reads my eyes. "You're like.." he scrunches his eyebrows ever so slightly. "Like my little sister. Your brother would kill me if I helped you move in a physco path."