One Night In Brooklyn | Bucky Barnes 1940's

7.30 AM

She woke up with a jolt. And then an immediately sharp pain in her temples.

She sat up, her eyes still squinting against the morning light, her hands reaching for Bucky. But there was no one there.

Eloise shot right up, her eyes opened wide. She ignored the burning behind them as she turned around in the bed, looking for the warmth that had been wrapping her up when she fell asleep.

"...Bucky?" She called out, pulling the canopy aside. No response.

She got to her feet quickly, and when she stepped out of the bedroom she could hear the running water of the shower.

The relief that washed over her was stronger than she had expected. She pushed her forehead against the bathroom door, taking a deep breath. She couldn't understand why she was feeling so riled up about him possibly having left without saying goodbye. She carefully creaked the door open.

"Oh Hey. You're up" His head poked out from behind the curtain. "Are you okay?" He looked at her concerned. She understood she must be wearing some sort of look on her face.

"I-I thought you left..." She admitted, but tried not to make it seem like it had startled her.

"I have another hour or so before I need to get going" He smiled, his head soapy and wet. "You wanna join me?" He teased.

Eloise already felt like she was losing a grip on her emotions, so she declined immediately. Not wanting to share another intimate moment, getting ready to push him away.

"I'll put on some coffee" she cleared her throat and walked out of the bathroom quickly. She walked into the kitchen, her skin prickled from how cold the apartment was. She reached for her satin slip and pulled it over her head quickly, the robe was next. Both of them still on the floor from last night.

She looked around at the mess in the kitchen, a quite uncommon occurrence for her space. But as she put away the ice cream cups and picked up the robe Bucky had been wearing from the floor, the memory of what had happened only hours earlier made the corners of her mouth twitch.

"stop it!" she snapped at herself. She leaned over the sink, closing her eyes and gripping the edge hard. "stop it. stop it. stop it." She whispered to herself. Once she felt like she had gotten herself somewhat together she started the coffee.

As she was setting the table with two new cups she accidentally stepped on something and it made her slightly wince.

She looked down at her feet only to find a green button.

"Oh..." She spoke to herself, realizing how she had ripped all the buttons from Bucky's shirt only hours before.

She made quick work of gathering all of them and got started right away on sowing them back onto the shirt.

She was 4 buttons in when Bucky walked out, a towel wrapped around his hips, his hair still wet and brushed back.

"What are you doing?" He asked her curiously.

"Just putting the buttons back on" She didn't look up at him.

"Oh, Eloise, you don't have to do that. Please. I packed at least a dozen" He insisted, leaning over her as she continued to sow them on.

"It's alright. Don't want to send you off without a proper shirt" Her voice was cold and distant again.

Bucky poured them both the coffee she had made, took a seat across from her and decided to help. He held the fabric stretched out for her, so it was easier for her to use both hands to tend to the buttons.