Electric Love || Bucky Barnes X OC

Chapter 7

Mia's POV...

I did my best not to notice that Bucky was hard when we were speaking in the kitchen. He hadn't been when he walked in but when I turned to look at him I noticed it starting to grow. That asshole was staring at my ass. I made sure to flash him a bit of my panties and I could practically see his reaction. Part of me wanted to say something, to encourage him to get closer to me than he already was. It's not that I like Bucky, it's that I haven't had a good orgasm in a while and something tells me he could probably help out with that. Based on the bulge in his pants, he was blessed and hopefully knew what to do with it. I decided against trying to get him fuck me on the counter but I was sure enjoying watching him fidget and watching his eyes roam across my body. We could just fuck, I could just ask him to rail me and be done with it. By the time he left the kitchen, my imagination had run wild and I was having to fight the urge to knock on the door for his room. I just headed off to bed so I could get a good night's rest before Natasha dragged me out shopping. Talking to Bucky did make me feel better which was strange given that we normally didn't get along. He might be the only one I could talk about Steve to without worry that he'd find out. I know they're best friends but something tells me that he won't go running to tell him what I have to say. 

One of the things I'd picked up on rather quickly was the tension and quite frankly the disconnect between Bucky and Steve. I've read both their files and it's not hard to understand why there's tension there, especially after spending a little time with Steve. Captain America, the poster child for America, and his best friend the Winter Soldier, one of the world's most well-known assassins. Given I know it wasn't really Bucky that did that but that doesn't mean it doesn't affect him or that he's not changed because of it. Steve just wants his old best bud back from the 40s and Bucky, well I'm not sure what Bucky wants but I know he's not the same person he used to be. Trauma will do that to a person, watching people die in front of you will do that to you. You can't be the same person anymore, not when you relive their deaths over and over again every time you close your eyes. At least I know that I can't be the same person anymore, I'll never be that happy 12-year-old with a bright future in front of her again. Not after..."Mia, will you focus please?" Natasha asked, startling me out of my own head

"I'm sorry, what am I focusing on?"

"We're trying to shop but you've been staring off into space while holding the corner of a men's jacket."

I looked at the piece of material in my hand, a blue bomber jacket made of a slick material with pockets that probably didn't hold much. It was just like his, identical almost but this one was 15 years newer than the one hidden in a box under my bed. "I'm sorry, it just looked familiar."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, let's go back to shopping because I need some new jeans."

She reached a hand onto my shoulder and squeezed gently as I wiped a single tear away before it could fall. "What kind of jeans?"

"Black jeans preferably ripped and form-fitting."

"So more of what you already have?"

"I have other jeans." I halfheartedly defended

"I think we should try and get some color into your wardrobe, maybe more pink."

"What's your obsession with me wearing pink?"

"You basically only wear black."

"It's not even been a week since we met and I've worn pink at least two or three times. My wardrobe is majority black and purple since it's my favorite color. I am not against color in my wardrobe but I'm not going to start buying a ton of pink clothes because you think that's what Steve Rogers would want me to wear."