Of Love and Lines (MCUxReader)

Thirty Four

Penelope POV

"You know, I'm starting to think that you have something to do with all this." You grumbled at the cat happily purring away in your lap.

For the second time in a week, you'd woken up a ghost in Bucky's bed with Alpine licking your face, the world around you bathed in that fucking purple glow that matched your skin. Judging by the midday position of the sun through the floor to ceiling windows, it'd been at least six hours since the incident in the gym, if it was even the same day. Figuring you had another couple of days to kill as a ghost, you decided to spend at least some of that time with your best friend, whether he knew you were there or not. Floating along to your shared suite, you contemplated if you wanted to mess with him like you had everyone else. You decided to base that off of his mood.

When you made it to the suite you were surprised to find it empty. Honestly, you were a little happy for him because if he was out and about at least that meant he wasn't wallowing. In reality it was worse. Much worse.

The ding of the elevator behind you announced his arrival. When you turned to watch him enter, he wasn't alone. No. He had someone with him. And not just anyone, MJ. Also, she didn't just stroll through the door behind him. No. The fucking whore had her legs wrapped around his waist, attempting to choke him with her tongue as he stumbled to the couch.

"What. The. Fuck." You whispered as the two unbeknownst walked right past you.

When they landed on the couch the slut rushed to get Peter's shirt off and you definitely weren't sticking around for this shit. In a fit of anger, you pushed over a lamp on your way out. The sound of the glass shattering gave you little relief.

You didn't notice much of your surroundings as you floated about in a fit of rage. When you finally paused enough to take in your surroundings, you found yourself on the trail in the woods. Automatically your feet continued the walk to your favorite tree. The swing you found hanging from the sturdy branch you usually lounged under gave you pause. Who else knew about this spot? Peter was the only one andhe'd already given you a web swing. This wasn't his doing. Shrugging you circled around it, giving it a once over to check that it was usable. When you found nothing troubling, you sat. It was the perfect height, your feet just barely brushing the dirt beneath you. Pushing off on your toes you began a lazy swing as you stared blankly at the foliage around you. It was one of those times where you were feeling too much, yet nothing at all.

You weren't sure how long you sat in solidarity when you felt another presence join you. Looking back over your shoulder you saw Bucky emerge from the direction of the walking trail. He gave the moving swing a small smile before coming to lean against the trunk of the tree and crossing his arms, the motion pulling the material of his maroon Henley tight across his shoulders. The color looked good on him, especially paired with the black jeans currently hugging his thighs. He didn't speak at first, and you just kept swinging hoping maybe he would think it was just the wind moving the swing. But it was a perfectly calm day, an exact contrast to the storm brewing inside you.

"I know you're here. At least I fucking hope you are because if you're not that would mean I'm talking to air." He looked up at the rays of sun breaking through the canopy. "Wouldn't be the craziest thing I've done." He mumbled so low you almost didn't catch it.

You just kept swinging. Honestly, what else could you do? Draw answers in the damn dirt with a stick? No fucking thanks. You'd sooner call in the dudes from Ghost Hunters. Now that sounded like a fucking blast.

"I talked to Steve."

That gave you pause. Planting your feet, you stopped the motion and glared at him.