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CW: Masturbation, descriptions of wounds.
BUCKY
THREE DAYS LATER
She hates that I'm quiet. I can tell by the way she keeps looking at me when we're doing chores or eating together. Truth is, I don't know what to say.
Thank you doesn't seem like enough.
I'm still healing from the crash. Broken ribs, fractured bones in my ulna and tibia. I don't let her know. She might take me to the hospital.
I've been quiet about it, only dealing with the pain when I'm alone.
I wish I could do more to thank her. I wish I could tell her what I'm running from, but even I don't know the answer to that.
The last thing I remember is pulling him out of the water. I don't know why I did it. All I know is that something broke the programming. Something he said; something he did. I don't know who I am, but I know him.
"You're my friend."
"You're my mission."
I still don't trust him. It's hard to trust anyone.
Except her. I think I'm starting to trust her.
Sloane and I do pretty much everything together. I wake up when she does, she makes me a cup of coffee, we drink it and head out to clean the stables, feed the horses, and do whatever else she needs done around the farm.
Today, we're doing a deep clean of the stables while the horses are out grazing in the sunshine. It's hard work. Monotonous. Dull. But it helps me stop thinking, so I like it.
Sloane's got delicate features— deep, intense grey eyes that remind me of dark clouds, a long straight nose, full lips, and high cheekbones. She's also got dark blonde hair that falls out in great waterfalls when she takes her hat off. It's the prettiest thing I've ever seen.
She's pretty. So pretty that looking at her makes me blush. It's hard not to blush whenever she looks at me, even if she's pissed that I don't talk. I can't tell her this stuff. I don't even know why I'm thinking it. I should be thinking about staying hidden, and where I'm going to go next when I wear out my welcome here. There's no telling what's coming, but if HYDRA's still looking for me, there's a good chance they'll eventually comb all of Virginia. I can't stay hidden for long.
But I like Sloane. She doesn't ask me questions. She talks about the weather, or what's on the TV. Her cats are nice. Garth likes to sit on my lap at lunch and purr while she stares at me. Sloane thinks it's hilarious, and I like watching her laugh. She's got a beautiful smile that makes me smile.
Sloane dunks her broom into the water and bleach mixture.
"Looks good so far. This usually takes me at least half the day to get done." She smiles at me, taking a deep breath.
