𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘥

𝘍𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

☆゜·。。·゜゜·。。·゜★

Bucky finally slumped against the wall, exhaustion taking over his muscles.

He had been in the basement of Barnes Incorporated questioning a man who had been selling their information to the FBI. But at some point, he was no longer punching the man for lying and instead taking out all his anger out on the man. Bucky couldn't take it, the anger flooded his chest, took over his veins, and he unleashed his wrath on the poor kid. Blood had splattered against Bucky's white button-down, collecting on his wedding band and trailing down his wrist.

Steve placed his hand on Bucky's shoulder, finally prompting the man to look up and see the man slumped in the chair, blood pouring from out of his nose and collecting on his upper lip. "Shit," Bucky straightened up, rubbing his face slightly, blood smearing across the shadow that had formed, "I didn't mean to go that hard on him."

"Go home Buck," Steve's voice was soft, he wasn't talking to him as associates, he was talking to Bucky as a brother, "you need to rest, this isn't good for you anymore. Addison wouldn't want you to be doing this. She would want you to be home by five and having dinner and go to bed at a reasonable hour."

Bucky looked over at his brother, solemnly nodding before he started to gather his items. The heaviness in his chest hadn't disappeared, in fact, the feeling had only gotten worse, because Steve was right. Addison would've been so disappointed to see how Bucky has been handling himself, but he truly didn't realize how badly he needed her to have a semblance of normalcy in his life. She made his days so much easier without him even noticing. Pulling his blazer back over his shoulders, he started to climb the stairs back to the main floor. By the time he stepped foot back into the lobby, he was shocked to see the sun had completely sunken under the horizon, the sky was onyx and only a few soft amber lights glowed from his receptionist's desk.

The amber-haired woman sat behind the desk, sitting up straighter when Bucky appeared.

It made his stomach twist, looking at another woman, even if she was his employee. Bucky looked away for a moment, closing his eyes to calm the wave of his emotions before turning back to the woman, "You were able to go home a few hours ago Katrina," Bucky walked up to the desk, seeing the hazel eyes of the woman look up at him with something acute to pity, but he saw the pain in her iris' like she understood what he was going through. "Is there something you'd like to tell me?"

"I know what you're going through," Katrina leaned forward to pack up her bag, eyes staying locked on Bucky's stormy blue, "my sister was taken back when she was ten," a sadness settled over the room as Bucky stepped back, "don't let the pain sink you so far under you're never able to resurface, live for your wife, even if she's not here."

"Did you ever find your sister?"

Katrina nodded and Bucky felt the hope spark in his chest, "she was found a few years later, she came back as a different person, but she's here and she's still my sister, there's always hope they're going to come back Mr. Barnes," Katrina reached forward to flick off her desk light, "hope is a good thing."

"Thank you," Bucky let out a sigh that was trapped so far into his lungs he would've suffocated if he hadn't let it out, "you have no idea how much that means to me. I miss her so much."

"I know," Katrina handed Bucky his keys, "when the sun started going down I went up to your office and shut everything down, gathered your keys, I know you said we weren't authorized but Rebecca was in there and-"

"I'm not going to fire you," Bucky watched Katrina's shoulders slump, the tension releasing from them almost immediately, "thank you, I'll see you tomorrow." With the keys in his left hand, Bucky pat the top of the desk with his right, heading towards the garage with his heart at ease. Katrina telling him that they had found her sister gave him hope that maybe his wife would return, that maybe Addison would come home and his world would be at ease again.