Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

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Thanksgiving passed which was nothing worth recording down because everyday was the same with me being fucked if I wasn't alone with Bucky or playing with Aj and Cass who went back home a few days ago and I went with them to go visit Charlotte and her family since I haven't seen them yet and I mean from when I woke up. They were all surprised and Pam even cried again when she saw me and hugged me the most when I sat down in their living room to catch up with them and talk about how similar Mary and Pam are while I held Emma on my lap who soon fell asleep.

Get ready for this: It was just Sam and I who went.

I fucking know.

He was happy about that but left me to visit many people's houses including Andre's, Willie's and Isaiah's who was especially excited to see me as well as Eli when they followed me back to Charlotte's house to talk to her. We all talked about how Mary and Pam could be or probably are long lost sisters the more they talked and found similarities in their childhoods and that made me laugh. I had an overall amazing time as always and showed the adults my stitched scar that surprised all of them and brings me to my next point which is angering in itself because of the lack of empathy and recognition for health conditions.

Because when do I get a fucking break?

It started when Bucky and I were in the clinic, waiting as usual until we were called back for another post-op appointment where my birth control was deemed effective and working so no more wasting money on condoms and asking if one another came because we couldn't feel the gush of pleasure shoot in and out of each other over and over. My mobility was back up to where it was supposed to be and the week before, I was cleared to start physical therapy with Steve but to be absolutely careful since my organs are very slowly healing probably from my magic making sure there is no scar tissue left behind.

Because with magic, everything has to be perfect for my body which I understand.

The frustrating part of this is all of my stitches were clipped away and right before we got to the biggest one on my fucking body which was the one I was excited for, Fury called and scheduled Bucky and I along with Tony, Natasha, Sam, and Steve on a mission which was angering because I can't fight obviously but he needed his magic back so Tony tagged Peter in and that is where we are now, me laying on my back on the seats with Peter sitting across the aisle, tossing a ball I conjured for him up and down.

"I'm not sure why Mr. Stark chose me to go when he wouldn't even let me come out of the jet and go look around like I always do with Mr. Rogers." Peter mutters as I continue clipping the small threads on my stomach away

Layla said I could.

Calm down.

"That would be Bucky." I sigh and look down at my stomach which isn't too comfortable when you get to the sternum that I can't see because of my breasts. "Tony came up to me and told my boyfriend- or your father to let you go on the mission like we were in preschool." I roll my eyes a little

"Seriously?!" He groans and tips his head back in annoyance

"I'm sorry, Pete." I look at him. "I tried to tell him but he wasn't having it." I give him the truth

"I can't drive, have my own debit card when I am making money for being on internship, I can't take my girlfriend out without Mr. Stark up my ass, I can't take her home, and all the food I buy for her is always warm or cold because I had to walk!" He rants in anger with a clenched jaw

"Then, talk to Bucky and I." I offer a solution as I sit up and tuck my shirt under my bra. "Tony is keeping those things from you while Bucky and I see you as an adult who needs their own things. You're starting college next year around this time so you need everything like a driver's license, a car, a debit card, and your own money instead of living off of Bucky and I- which, I love but, you're an adult, sweetie." I explain