Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

49. The teaser

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I dive my hands in my pocket for my cigarettes and the lighter, pulling them out. I flip open the red packet, taking one of the white cancerous sticks and stick it between my lips, tucking the package back into my back pocket and going to light up the stick. My hand comes up to cover the cigarette so it doesn't catch in the wind as I ignite the small flame. I take a small puff as it catches flame, the smoke quickly invading my mouth as it slithers down my throat.

I cough a little bit, but that was usual when I take my first drag of the cancer stick, and smoking definitely doesn't help with my asthma either. I don't even remember when I started smoking, it just happened one day I guess and it's always stuck with me. I've tried to quit but it's hard when it's like a second nature to reach into your pocket and pull it out.

I blow the smoke out and look out at the city again, holding the stick between my two fingers. I shut my eyes for a moment and just took in the soft breeze from the balcony outside the lounge.

All I could hear was the distant sound of cars, but even with that it was very dismal. The sound of the breeze was what I mainly heard, it was comforting to my numb healing soul. I don't know why today I felt down, I guess it's one of those days people have and can't seem to do anything. I've had no motivation to even paint today, as that is what I instantly go to do when I am like this but when I had the brush in my hand, my mind was blank.

I continue to keep my eyes shut and bring the cancer stick back towards my plump lips, my other arm wrapped around my stomach.  I inhaled in, making sure I take my time as the nicotine inflamed my lungs. I form my lips to a circle and gradually blow out.

"You know I heard that Cigarette smoking is responsible for more than 480,000 deaths per year in the United States.." A familiar voice spoke  from behind me, my mind not registering the voice.

"What's it go-" I stated, while in the process of turning around. The cancer stick in my mouth slowly hangs before it falls to the ground, I stomped it out as I ran towards the blonde haired female. "Y-Yelena." I choked instantly wrapping my arms around her, as she laughs holding me into her chest.

"You're still short, tiny." Yelena chuckles, ruffling my hair.

"Bitch." I nudged her in the stomach before pulling away from the hug.

"Asshole." Yelena muttered with a grin.

"Sev don't think I didn't forget about the smoking." Natasha calls out from behind me and Yelena with crossed arms

"Would you rather me misuse alcohol?" I questioned, raising a brow towards Natasha's disapproving glare. "And besides alcohol makes you greedy, weed gives you peace." I shrugged, standing to Yelena's left hand side.

I glance up slightly at Yelena, "Thought you were dead?" I questioned.

"Thought you were amnesiac." Yelena retorted right back at me with raised brows.

"Touché." I grinned as she shrugs with a wink.

"I was thinking us three could have a full day together." Natasha explains with a small smile, looking between me and Yelena's glaring match.

"Ew with her no thanks." Yelena says in fake distaste.

"Yeah who brought the dog in?" I pointed towards her, scrunching my nose.

Natasha shakes her head in amusement. "As if you both never left each other." She mumbles with a slight smirk on her face.

"Let's go to the pub!" I suggested changing the topic.