First Sight (Bucky Barnes x OC)

1.1 · Coming back.

When half of the world had disappeared, Melissa Bosten had been one to dust. She forcefully left behind her loved apartment, her father and the new life she had managed to put together for herself. Her father was back in London, rotting away in a care home specialised for the elderly with dementia. It had been his idea to throw him away in the shitty place when the doctors told him he was suffering from dementia that seemed to be skyrocketing in progression. The first time he asked Melissa who she was, her bags were packed. Then she was on a plane to Brooklyn.

At first, Brooklyn was overwhelming. But it didn't take long until she was used to the very different accent and the much cleaner presentation compared to London. Friends weren't as easy to come by. And she had found a cat wandering the backstreets that quickly became her friend, visiting her pretty much every morning. A few weeks later, the cat's owners followed it and knocked on Melissa's door. They were moving to a different country and taking the cat with them. Kindly, they had wanted to warn her about the abrupt stop of visits that would happen the following Monday so that she didn't think the cat would be dead. Melissa had thanked them before she shut the door. She didn't cry or anything like that, feeling it wasn't her place to mourn a cat that A, wasn't even her cat, and B, that wasn't even dead.

Within the next few months, Melissa had ventured further into Brooklyn. She became a usual at a cute little cafe, even becoming breakfast buddies with a young man. Sam wasn't living in Brooklyn, he was just there for a friend. Something about finding his best friend who had gone missing years ago, and miraculously came back. Just, unfortunately, without his memories. They had bonded over not properly knowing anyone in Brooklyn, sometimes going on walks together when Sam had completed his duties for the day. Eventually, (Three weeks later) Sam had to break the news to Melissa. He was moving on to the next possible place, he was leaving Brooklyn. They exchanged numbers and other details, promising to either give daily or weekly updates to one another. Melissa smiled at the airport when it had come time to leave, at least she could stay in contact with him.

Melissa had then lived in Brooklyn for nine months. Her father had gotten worse, beginning to get violent and aggressive. She was still eating breakfast in the tiny cafe, just alone this time. And there had been no cats appearing in her back street that wanted to make friends with her. Instead, she had made friends with an old man named Yori. He was no doubt grumpy. But he was grief-ridden with the death of his son not too many years ago. It had taken Yori a week to take Melissa in as his own having heard about her father's impending death. They had dinner together now and then, finally laughing out loud together about random things. And somehow, Yori had managed to convince Melissa to document their time spent together; for both of them. Yori didn't have to leave like everyone else.

Scarily, the Avengers ended up fighting in Brooklyn, bringing aliens or whatever they were to Brooklyn and destroying things. Melissa had ended up revealing herself. A large metal-encased file cabinet had somehow fallen from an office building, headed straight for Yori. Instinctively, her hand had shot out and the metal file cabinet then floated above his head, catching the eye of Sam. He was shocked. The Avengers then left Brooklyn without fixing the mess they had made.

And it had been a normal Wednesday where Melissa was nursing a glass of disgusting red wine whilst staring at the phone call coming through her phone from the care home. She hadn't been able to get past the anxiety of being told that her father was dead before her phone dropped through her now dusting hand. Then her glass fell onto the floor, shattering and splashing. It didn't hurt. But it took a full thirty seconds that seemed to last long enough to flash the twenty-five years of living right before her eyes for Melissa to fully disappear; dying along with nearly four billion other people. And it was one final ring of her phone after she dusted before her apartment to go radio silent.

For five years, her apartment sat, collecting dust. Yori, for the first six months, dusted her apartment and battled any mould trying to grow. However, he stopped, getting too hurt every day to wipe away the dust that was much heavier since he swept away the dusted remains of Melissa on a Thursday morning. He had lost another child, and that hurt him.

And it hurt him even more when Melissa no longer wanted to live in Brooklyn five years later. Of course, Yori understood what the main reason for her move was, but it broke both of them to be separated.

That's when Melissa moved in with Sam and his sister Sarah. At first, she found it hard to make herself at home. She was welcomed with open arms, but she barely knew Sarah. And she was sleeping on the couch. Not a bone in her body was able to think of anything negative towards the Wilsons. She was so incredibly thankful for the way she was taken in. If they wanted, they could have ignored her and forgotten about her. Out of respect, Melissa found herself doing small chores around the house; washing the dishes (which she was able to do rather quickly since their sponges had hints of metal in them), cleaning and folding laundry, and sometimes making dinner that was restricted to spaghetti bolognese and even cleaning as many rooms as possible. However, with the endlessly climbing rates of unemployment and job hunting, Melissa found herself unable to pay towards rent or food. The bank had failed to transfer any will money from her father, which left her struggling.

She was also beginning to get restless in the town. Everybody knew everybody and the streets were all the same. Her mind needed stimulation, and sounds. The first emotion that came along with a siren in the town was concern, not curiosity. And Melissa was getting bored of it.

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