A series of one shot chapters about Bucky Barnes mostly told in the first person by different people. Stories will reflect different times in the life of James Buchanan Barnes. This is PG rated and any sexual content will be kept to a minimum.
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Three days into the journey and I was already bored. My girlfriend, Bobbi, had convinced me that travelling to Europe via a cargo ship would be a great way to meet people. What she didn't tell me was that taking a cargo ship journey wasn't like taking a cruise ship journey. First of all, there was no bar, and no alcohol as it was a working ship. Secondly, there was no entertainment, other than what you could borrow from the onboard library. Library meaning a small storeroom with a few dozen books, board games, VHS and DVD movies, some of which had been viewed so many times they were worn out and more often than not got stuck in the replay. The crew were either too busy with their jobs to be friendly, or they would be friendly with seemingly only one goal in mind, a brief fuck in their shared quarters on their off times. The passengers, which on this trip numbered about a dozen, were equally unlikely friends. There were a couple of older couples, that seemed to enjoy the quiet on the ship, walking around the running/walking track that snaked between the shipping containers, a pair of younger couples who barely left their quarters except to appear at the dining room, eat and disappear back into their cabins to spend all day in bed. That left me, Bobbi, an older man named Darryl who was buried into his book, and a couple of frat boy types who continually complained about being bored, until they found out about the workout room and disappeared into that sweaty pit to amuse themselves.
Bobbi wasn't much help either as on the second day she appeared to be suffering from sea sickness. She went to the medical centre and they put a patch on her but in her usual dramatic way she took to her bed, moaning and sighing about how she couldn't keep anything down but would I mind bringing her something from the dining room that she would try to eat when she felt up to it? Feeling rather let down at being demoted to personal nursemaid from travelling companion I would bring her something then head out on deck to take in the sea air. At least there, in my little sheltered alcove that I found I could daydream and imagine myself on a three masted ship travelling across the Atlantic to join my future husband in the new world. Yeah, I was that type of romantic.
I was surprised on that third day, after I had just dropped off Bobbi's lunch sandwich and bottle of water, when I stepped out of our shared cabin and walked right into the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He seemed startled when I walked into him and gently grasped my arms with his gloved hands to steady me as the ship rolled slightly.
"I'm sorry," he said, in a soft voice that made me look up immediately, into eyes as blue as the ocean.
He was tall and his broad shoulders almost filled the passageway. His dark brown hair was short and he hadn't shaved for a couple of days but the stubble looked good on him.
"No, I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," I said, trying to step to the side.
He smiled shyly and stepped to the side himself as we squeezed past each other. Nodding his head once he continued on down the passageway and I stood there, dumbfounded, watching him walk away until he got to the door of another cabin and entered it. He glanced back at me before he went in then closed the door behind him.
