𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘥

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

дедушка - grandpa

☆゜·。。·゜゜·。。·゜★

Addison woke to boot steps coming up the stairs.

"Get up," it was Vaughn's voice, Addison let out a gasp when he gripped her bicep, yanking her into a sitting position, "you are coming with me down to the docks to meet some men, you're playing the part of eye candy since my daughter won't."

Addison opened her mouth to retort but immediately silenced herself when Vaughn's eyes landed on her. The anger that rested in his blue eyes made her nauseous, Addison had prided herself for years on not being terrified of the men in her life, she was proud that she was able to hold her own. But Vaughn Novikov was someone that she couldn't deny her fear of. His build that towered over her could be part of that, but Addison knew deep down the real fear was because of the scars on his hands, the scars on Bucky's hands were nothing compared to Vaughn's.

"Are you going to wait in here for me?" Addison asked, stepping out of bed and reaching for a pair of socks and shoes that Vaughn had brought up, walking towards the bathroom.

"Yes."

No other words and by the look on his face, he wasn't interested in any more conversation. Addison nodded, slipping past him and entering the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. When she was away from Vaughn she finally let out a breath, rubbing her hands down her face, eyes catching on her wedding ring. She wanted to go home, she wanted to fight with Bucky and have him kiss her to say he was sorry. She wanted to laugh with Rebecca and argue with Sam, she wanted to have Steve watch movies with her and make fun of Bucky being infatuated with her. She wanted to be curled on the couch with her brother, watching all the children's movies she missed out on.

She wanted the security of Hayden and Nicolas again.

It didn't take long for her to get ready, throwing her hair up into a bun and pulling the shoes on she entered the bedroom once more, holding her wrists out for Vaughn. The action surprised him, his blue eyes holding confusion before he reached for the cuffs that rested on the bed. "You're not going to fight any of this?"

"Why would I?" Addison looked up at Vaughn as the cool metal tightened around her wrists, "it's not like I'm going to get anywhere with it."

Vaughn grunted, his hand holding the chain and leading Addison down the stairs, taking careful steps to make sure she wouldn't tumble down the stairs. When they reached the last three stairs, Addison noticed how steep they became, as if Vaughn read her mind, his hand left the chain of her cuffs, his arm wrapping around her waist and lifting her down the last few stairs. Addison barely made herself breathe, her body tensing at the touch before relaxing when her feet hit the stone. "дедушка!" A little girl's voice carried down the hallway, Addison's attention immediately going to where the six-year-old ran down the corridor to reach Vaughn.

Vaughn's face broke out into one of the most genuine smiles Addison had ever seen, the older man dropping to his knees and collecting the small child in his arms. "Are you running from the tutor again angel?"

"I'm sorry papa," another voice came from the hall, a woman not much older than Addison walking down the hallway to grab the small child from her father, "she knows not to come into this corridor, especially when we have someone staying," the breath in Addison's throat caught when the hollow eyes of the woman landed on her. She could see the resemblance to Rebecca, the same pretty brown hair, the light blue eyes that both Rebecca and Bucky shared. The woman knew she recognized the looks, her eyes falling onto where Addison's breathing was quickening, her chest rising and falling faster than she could get air into her lungs.