Saving Bucky

Youre an idiot

Bucky's POV:

It's not like her to not respond to me, so now I'm worried. A million things run through my mind. I spent an hour pacing the floor until I decided to get on my bike and ride over to the bar.

When I pull up, everything is dark. She's closed up for the night. I get off the bike and turn to walk to the door.

?: "Bucky", a voice calls. I turn to see Jerry's truck still parked outside.

Bucky: "Jerry? Hey...is she...?"

Stella sticks her head out of the window, "she's ok." I can hear Jerry shush her.

Jerry: "come here kid" he says motioning for me to come closer.

Bucky: "What's wrong? Why are you just parked here?"

Jerry: "Look, I'm not going to tell you what happened. She will when she's ready."

He saw my face drop, and tried to reassure me. "Physically she's fine. But...she had...."

"An emotional evening" Stella chimes in.

Bucky: "Shit. I need to see her"

Jerry: "Look kid, I know you care about her and want to be there for her. But after tonight, you may want to give her some time".

Bucky: "Jerry you gotta tell me what's going on".

Jerry: "She will come to you when she is ready...but can I give you some advice?". I nod. "When she is ready....she's going to try and push you away....don't let it happen. Let her fall apart...crumble...break...then be the one to pick her back up"

Stella: "You make her too damn happy.

Jerry: "You brought her back once. You're the only one who can"

He shakes my hand and takes off to drive Stella home.

Olivia's POV:

It's been a week, and I can't bring myself to reply to him. It's killing me. He's been sweet, not overbearing. He sends 2 texts a day, but doesn't push me. Something tells me someone told him what happened. My money is on Stella.

I feel like I'm back to where I was all those months ago. But hey...at least I'm crying over a good man this time right? I roll over in bed, grabbing my pillow and bringing it to my face. God I miss his smell.

I know, I have his cologne but it's different. I don't get those little hints of musk and his sweat. I pick up my phone and fight the urge to text him back....I type up responses but then delete them. "Fuck!!" I yell, and throw my phone down.

Bucky's POV:

I can hear her yelling from outside while I lay on my bike. I can't help but smile a little. I know I shouldn't, but she's so cute when she's mad. I can imagine the crinkle in her forehead while she yells. I know she's not ready to talk to me yet, but I just need to know she's ok, so I park outside sometimes and just observe.

I feel someone lightly kick my tire, "Ya just gonna sit there and giggle at her?" I glance up and find Jerry grinning at me.

Bucky: "For now yes...she's still upstairs, mad about something"

Jerry: "You're picturing that wrinkle in her forehead aren't you"

Bucky: "It's so fucking cute" I laugh.

Jerry: "How long do you plan on doing this?"

Bucky: "As long as it takes Jerry."

Jerry: "Good man" he says, as he walks towards the door. He tries to open it, but it won't budge. He pulls out his phone and hits call, and puts it on speaker.