'𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔.'
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Even if every memory from 1917 comes roaring back to you, being a former Hydra assassin means you can never get a break. Since Beverly is on a mission of redemption, she respo...
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TW: Slight anxiety (There is a picture of the ring at the top of this chapter)
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Beverly's POV
After we both showered, got dressed, ate breakfast, and I helped Bucky tie up his ever-growing hair into a bun, we decided to walk into town for the morning. We held hands the entire walk here, and now we are strolling through the market together. I stop at every still, looking at everything it has to offer. They have a variety of beautiful, unique, and luxurious items that they are selling, and I feel like I don't have enough money in my pockets to buy everything that I want. I've never been one to spend copious amounts of money on things that I don't need, but Bucky and I are working on bettering our lives and ourselves, so I'm throwing caution to the wind.
We stop at the biggest stall I have seen yet, and I marvel at the shiny and extravagant jewellery that is placed all around the panel. Bucky trails behind me, watching me gaze at a ring in the middle of the display. It is a silver, thin band ring with a heart shape carved in the middle. Wanda would be proud of me for wanting it. She practically screamed at me for wearing gold jewellery, saying that as I have brown hair, I need to wear silver. I pick up the ring, place it on my finger and see that it fits perfectly on my middle finger. I smile as I slip it off, walking over to the cashier.
"That'll be $59.95, please." She smiles.
I reach into my bag, pulling out my purse. I fiddle with the few notes that were exchanged from dollars into Wakandian currency, making up enough money to buy the ring. Just as I was going to hand over the money, Bucky reaches over and passes her the money, paying for the ring for me. I look over at him sternly, knowing that once again he refuses to let me pay for my own thing. The entire time I have had to get something whilst being here, he has always paid for it. Food, shampoo, conditioner, books. The lot.
"Thank you." I smile, even though I can't help it.
He grabs my hand, slipping the ring onto my middle finger, and kisses my knuckles. We interlock our hands again, continuing to hold hands and walk through the market. I don't bother arguing with him about buying it, I've lost that fight too many times. We walk past a few stalls until Bucky stops at one that displays all the different types of fruit. He asks for a plastic bag and starts placing plums inside. He's never voiced to me that he likes plums, but he is filling this bag all the way to the top. As he passes the bag to the cashier and she weighs it, I look over at him.
"Since when did you like plums?" I ask.
"Oh, they don't taste the best, but I read somewhere in one of Shuri's books that they help with memory loss. I thought we could try it."
"Okay, I'm down."
The lady weighs the bag, Bucky pays, and we continue through the market. We make it to the end of all the stalls and are now standing in the food court. Everyone is sat with their friends and family, enjoying their dinner on the benches. We join the line and look over the menu. All the food is foreign to us, and the names don't give enough information away about what is In them, but we are trying to dive deep into the Wakandian lifestyle and culture. When we make it to the front of the line, Bucky takes a stab in the dark when ordering, just praying that whatever it is, it tastes nice. Although, I do have a lot of faith in it. All the food we have eaten so far with T'Challa, Shuri, and their mother has been amazing.
They pass him a tray of food, and we navigate through the crowd of benches to find a seat. When we do, we sit on the edge of the mountain, seeing the horizon perfectly. All the way to the bottom of the mountain, there are bushes, growing trees, and dirt. However, the view of the sun slowly setting is mesmerising.
At first, we ate in silence, but now that I occasionally keep looking at our surroundings, I notice that people around us are looking at us and whispering. I try to make myself as small as possible, but that act is pointless with a giant of a man sitting in front of me. He notices that I am acting weird, and grabs my hand, making me look over at him.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asks.
"Don't worry." I know he would freak out about people looking at him.
"Hey, B, you can talk to me."
"Okay, uh, don't freak out though."
"What's going on?" He seems nervous.
"People are staring," I whisper.
"Oh." He brushes it off.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Yeah, B. Don't worry. People are curious about us. They don't mean any harm."
I know that people are curious about Bucky and me, but I'm still nervous about it. Curiosity can quickly turn into hatred when they learn what we did. And I can't live with any more people hating us for the past that we couldn't and can't control. Those parts of us are gone now, but that fear of others will always be there.
No matter what is going on right now, though, Bucky is still here with me and I will forever be grateful for that. He holds my hand as we eat, occasionally kissing my knuckles and smiling at me. We keep feeding each other our meals, allowing the other to try our food. Even with barely any conversation between us, when we do talk, it is calm and peaceful. When we finished eating, we don't move from our seats. Instead, Bucky sits beside me, pulling me into his side and side hugging me. I turn in my seat, Bucky following and one leg on either side of the bench, me leaning back onto his chest. He wraps his arms around me, and we watch the sunset together.
We watch another day of our new lives pass us by together.
