𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘥

𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘳

☆゜·。。·゜゜·。。·゜★

Addison sat on the back porch, watching the ripples in the lake.

It was a windy day in upstate New York, trees rustled and a fine dusting of snow had covered the lawn between the beaches of the lake and the back door of their house. Addison always found the lake house peaceful, serene, a place away from the bustle of the city. But ever since she was taken, the once picturesque home has turned into a mini Quantico. The boat house had been turned into the security headquarters, Addison couldn't remember a time that so many people had been in this home, let alone on the property.

She was startled when the backdoor opened, looking over her shoulder to where Bucky stepped out with a blanket and a cup of hot tea in his hand.

"It's a little cold out here isn't it sweet girl?" He took careful steps, his Italian leather shoes sinking in the snow, Addison took the cup of tea from him, the blanket landing on her shoulders seconds later.

Addison was sitting on their wicker hanging chair, the cushion digging into her thighs comforting as she brought her feet up, folding in on herself. It wasn't that she wasn't thankful Bucky was here, she was, but he wasn't fully here. She knew when he sat down beside her, he was counting the minutes until he had a phone call or a meeting or had to deal with Peter Parker and his chaos of money printing. But she would never vocalize those thoughts, thankful for the routine of her life at the moment.

When Bucky sat beside her, he carefully threw his arm around her shoulders, the sun was rising over the horizon, the morning sky a beautiful pink color. "How are you feeling today sweet girl?" They had been at the house for a week now, and Addison realized she had hidden in her head. It was easier, only talking to a therapist who called every day at ten am sharp. She found that she had suppressed a lot of her sadness, burying it deep within her so she wouldn't have to break, but Dr. Raynor made a good point you will never heal if you never heal that little girl inside of you. So instead of only remembering the bad of her childhood, she started to remember the positives. But that made her close off from those around her.

"I'm okay," Bucky kissed her head gently, his body lax beside her, she knew he was scared of spooking her, and took extra care to show he wasn't stressed, little things sent her over the edge and she was thankful that he was cautious of it, but sometimes she wished he was just a little more uptight, a little more like himself. "You're dressed up today, are you going to the city?"

"I have to meet with the dealers," Bucky played with a strand of her hair, twirling it around his forefinger and then letting it fall slowly, a perfect curl appearing on her shoulder, "do you want to come with me?"

"No thank you," Addison looked up at him with a smile, his mirroring hers when he leaned down and kissed her softly. Bucky took what Dr. Raynor said to heart, and while he was still cautious around her, he went back to loving her as he did before. His hands were always on her, a thumb stroking the delicate muscles of her neck, leaning over to kiss the place where her pulse flutters, holding her hand. And although she knew that he was still slightly uncomfortable navigating a world where he was helping heal his wife, Addison knew he would never stop loving her, scars and all.

"I figured but I thought I'd ask," A kiss was placed on her forehead before he pushed the hanging chair with his foot gently, not too fast but at a steady pace, soothing her much like he would soothe a baby. "I'll bring home dinner, I shouldn't be too late, are you going to be alright by yourself?"

Addison wasn't quite fond of being by herself yet, but she knew it came with his job. "Yeah, I'll be okay," A moment passed, "Hayden and Nicolas are here right?"