"Tell me something I don't know." He whispers.
"I'm in love with you."
His lips tipped upwards, his eyes casting down upon mine. "Already know that." He whispers, his hand reaching up towards me as he softly brushed his thumb upon my cheek.
"Oh y...
Sitting on the couch with my feet up on the table, a beer bottle in my hands with Steve sitting up beside me with one of his own. His arm wrapped around the back of the couch near me, as we watch the movie appearing on screen but my mind is lost in a world of its own. My mind is swarmed with nothing but Seventeen and where she might be right now.
It has been for days, trying to find where she is but I've came up to a dead end at every single clue I receive. It is like she and the widows vanished from the earth. But I know she's out there, I know she's still alive from the video but technically she is not there. She doesn't know who she is, she's not the Seventeen she knows.
She's the Widow once again.
I told her she wouldn't be getting back to Dreykov and I failed that task. I trusted her that I will save her but I've failed. I've failed her and I don't know what to do but other than try to find her, to prove to her that I will travel the ends of the earth for her until she is back to me. I'd would do the same to Yelena of course but I don't know where she is.
Snapping myself away from my thoughts I hear the sounds of the door behind us opening, follwoing that noises being the sounds of heavy combat boots totally out of sync as if staggering on their steps and a grunt. I furrow my brows together, me adn Steve turning our heads towards the leaning figure against the wall.
"fuck...fuckity...fuck." I hear coming out repetitively in cusses with each step the figure takes away from the wall.
Steve turns on the table side lamp, the room litting up to see Bucky with one hand on the wall and the other clenching his thigh. He holds a pained look on his face as he limps bitterly towards the kitchen counter, he hauls himself up the stool with a pained cry. My eyes zoom in on his thigh to see that his hand is covered in blood, ina protective manner I widen my eyes and swallow my beer before jumping up from the couch, rounding it to get closer to Bucky.
"What the fuck happened?"
"There is too many F slurs being said in less than two minutes here." Steve stated out with a huff, setting his beer bottle on the table before coming up beside me.
Bucky casually turns towards me and grabs the half empty bottle from my hands and took a big swing of it, my eyes look at his painful state. I'm in physical pain just looking at the poor guy.
"She shot me, get me the first aid kit please." Bucky says casually, taking the rest of my beer. Dick. Steve nods his head without hesitiation, leaving us to go get it as i knit my brows together on who he meant but deep down i think i know who he is on about.
"Who?" I asled confused.
"Who do you think?" He turns his head to me, riasing a brow.
"Seventeen did this?!" I figured out quickly, curling my face in utter confusion. He nods like it wasn't the worst thing that could have possibly happened to him in his 100 or so on this earth. He looks calm for soemone who was just shot by the woman he loves to death.
"Holy shit. Im sorry." I gaped looking at him. She must'nt have remembered him.
"Why?" He shrugs easily.
I look at him confused, "We are talking about Sev, right?" I questioned, folding my arms across my chest when Steve comes walking hastely towards us with the first aid kit. I watch patiently on an answer as Steve easily carries Bucly over to the couch with profanities slipping past his lips from being manhandled like a rag doll.
"Yes were talking about Sev." He grunts out, clenching his jaw. "She still loves me." He smiles up towards Steve's questionable face as he pulls down bucky's sweat pants. I lean against the couch not fazed as steve attends to the bloodied wound.
"Are you delusional or what?" I asked, raising my brows. "She shot you in the thigh, you do realise that, right?"
"Why are you smiling like an person high on drugs." Steve asked, tilting his head in confusion.
"Because brother, Tash is right. She shot me in the thigh, not the head." Bucky exclaimed pointedly, his head leaning back on to the cushion with a dazed look.
"Okay im confused, you love sick puppy." I stated out, ignoring the nickname he sent in my direction.
"I mean she told me something that i regret at the time and didn't kill me even in her amnesia state." He replied back, a look plastering over his face.
"What did you regret?" Steve questions, snipping the string with the scissors after he had taken the bullet out of Bucky's thigh.
Bucky clenches his jaw again, a pained look in his eyes and I dont know if its from his leg or what he regret. He looks at me with a nervous glance, clearing his throat. "I shot her twin brother on the night she was kidnapped by Dreykov." He says in a rush, side eyeing me.
My fist clocks into his face.
He clocks his jaw back, his hand rubbing at his cheek. "I-okay I deserved that."
"She is so not going to forgive you." Steve commented
"Thanks." Bucky grumbles with mock enthusiasm.
"No problem, brother." Steve retorts back, patting Bucky's thigh.
"But he isn't dead!" Bucky is quick to say out loud when he sees me hestiate to hit him again. Me and Steve look at him with confusion and questionable look as Bucky chest rises up and down.
"Talk." I stated simply.
"Even though I want to know right now, he needs his rest Nat." Steve commented, sending me a look. I sighed, looking over at Bucky who sends me a nervous look once again but i nod my head.
"It better be a good reason for me not to kill you for Seventeen's sake." I stated out before leaving to head into the spare bedroom, kicking off my shoes to the side of the bed room door before making my way to the right to my double sized bed.
My head falls to the pillow with a soft sigh slipping past my lips, my brows still furrow on what Bucky meant. I should be arguing back, fighting for Seventeen to make Bucky tell me what the hell he means by that her brother isn't dead. I should be getting answers, I want to know. I've heard so many stories of Zayn Jenkins that I see him as a little brother as well from how Seventeen describes her love and care for him.
Id only wish for her sake he was alive and now that he possibly is, I hope Seventeen gets her memories back before she one day finds him again. I wish I could get that filmed on tape. I pull back the covers up to my chin, body turning to the left away from the door as I stare out the city lights through the blends with a sadden smile on my face.
A tear slipping down my cheek, before I allow myself to fall into a sea of blackness until the morning sunrise. I'll find your brother Seventeen, it's the least I could do for failing you, sister.
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Ah I love Natty and Seventeens sister bond. I cant wait to add Yelena into this ahhh. Sister trio we didn't know we need and now I'll be adding whoop!
Love you all so much, good morning from me or good night to you Zucky's Angels <3
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