Her eyes fluttered open as the muffled sound of the television echoed from the living room, and the pounding headache settled in comfortably the moment her body gained consciousness. A quiet grown escaped from the back of her throat as she rolled over in the bed she laid in and closed her eyes once again, her hands searching for the drink she often left on her nightstand, since the other thing to cure a hangover was to get drunk again. When her hands found a cold glass, her eyes snapped open for the second time that morning, and she found instant disappointment when the liquid in the glass resembled water. Deciding to be hopeful that perhaps the liquid had been vodka, rather than water, she pushed her body up and pressed the glass to her lips. It was water.
A grumpy huff left her lips as she placed the glass back on the wooden nightstand, and as she did so, her eyes widened and suddenly, she recognised the room she was in. She had not been in her bedroom back at her apartment, nor was she in her apartment at all – rather, she was in Bucky's. The memories of the day before, or at least before she drank heavily and after her body began to sober up, came flashing through her mind. With those memories, came the emotions she felt during them – anger, sorrow, emptiness. Her heart ached at the thought of no longer having Matilda to turn to in times like these, and she felt sick to her stomach that she got drunk at a family park. Her life was truly at an all time low.
All she needed to make this better, to make these feelings and these thoughts go away, was to drink. Truthfully, Estella didn't know how to function in the world without having alcohol has her safety net. She did once, when her safety net was her dad, but he was gone, and now, so was the alcohol. She hoped that Bucky had something lying around for her to consume without him knowing, since she could remember their brief conversation yesterday about Estella's new effort to avoid drinking alcohol, and she didn't want to lose another person in her life.
She did all she could to ignore the pounding headache as she slipped the covers off her body, revealing the same black oversized sweater she wore yesterday, with her red silky dress beneath it. Her sore feet pressed against the cold wood as she rose from the bed with the sound of creaking following her actions while she walked to the door. Her warm hands wrapped around the door knob as she shyly pulled it open and stepped into his living room, hoping that despite the television being on, that Bucky would still be asleep. Only, she was very wrong.
The moment she stepped through into the living room, his piercing blue eyes snapped up to meet with her own, and she was sure that she had never seen him look so... sorrowful. His eyebrows weren't furrowed together like they always were, and his face hadn't been pulled into a grumpy frown. His teeth gnawed at his bottom lip as he stared at her with such sadness, and his inner eyebrows had been pulled up slightly, causing for the wrinkles on his forehead to become clearer than usual. The corners of his lips were downturned ever so slightly, as if he had been using all of his strength to avoid showing how he truly felt.
Her eyes moved from him to the television, where a new Captain America had been displayed in some interview. The man looked young, although he would have been a few years older than Estella. He had the same blonde hair and blue eyes that Steve had, though that was not enough similarities to replace the real Captain America. Her heart sunk at the mere thought of Steve being replaced so soon; and she could not understand why they felt the need to do so. The world still had plenty of heroes to look up to, and the previous ones didn't need to be replaced.
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Amend || Bucky Barnes FanFiction
FanfictionWith a list of names written in his little brown book, Bucky Barnes is determined to make amends for all he has done. But when he can't make amends with the man that saved the world, he has no other option but to turn to his daughter - Estella Stark.