Winter's Angel

Part 7

A.N. I wasn't sure where this was going but it's obvious I made some BIG changes and have decided I'm taking this in a different direction. Things will get spicy from this point. This is the only explanation I'm giving, so just try to roll with it. Thanks! Hope you enjoy!

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Bucky POV:

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me." I mumble to myself when I see her pull up to the garage. I'm already having a shit day and as much as I'd like to stand here and give her hell about that busted car, I don't really have the time. It's a 1963 Skoda Felicia convertible, and there's always something wrong with the damn thing. At one time it was a gorgeous shade of baby blue, now it's a total rust bucket.

"No, no, no. Not today, doll face." I yell, walking through the lot.

She whips around, a familiar pout on her face. She's dressed in another skimpy outfit that covers just enough but too much at the same time. "Please, Bucky! It's making that noise again."

"Which noise? The damn thing is always making a noise." As annoyed as I am, I grab the keys from her hand and pop the hood to take a look.

"I don't know. Just sounds the same as when it went down the last time."

I stand up and hit my head on the hood, causing me to scowl slightly when I look at her. "Did it overheat?"

"Don't give me that look, but yes, it did. I think? There was a loud bang when I tried to start it." I roll my eyes at her.

I step back and slam the hood closed. "Like it backfired? Sounded like a gunshot?"

"Yeah, kinda... Maybe the cooling system went down again?" She was so adorable when she tried to do my job. It almost makes me want to tell her the truth about us. Almost.

"That wasn't your cooling system. It was probably the carburetor." My eyes scan her again, and I sigh. I'm really sick of working on this damn car. "Look, I know you love the car but maybe it's time to scr-."

"No way! This car is my baby! There's no way I could get rid of her." I sigh and shake my head. Stubborn brat, as always. "What do we need to do?"

I roll my eyes and shake my head. Her determination to keep the hunk of junk on the road was admirable. "Leave it here, I'll check it out later and figure it out."

She bites her lip and glances at the car. "Okay... how much do you think this'll cost me?"

"Won't know until I actually check it out. I'll waive the diagnostic fees if you go to dinner with me." I laugh, playing it off as a joke. Do it, he's a nice enough guy. Her face shifts for a moment and I see that familiar glint in her eyes. The one where she almost recognizes the voice in her head as mine, but she never does. It's been years and she still hasn't remembered a thing from before. "It was a joke, Ellie, I'm waving the fees either way. You know that."

"You don't have to do that."

Of course she didn't catch my dinner offer. She went from being a stubborn ass to being an air-head. "Please, you and this thing keep us in business, giving you a break on a measly fifty bucks isn't a big deal. Plus, you make sure there's always fresh coffee at the diner for the guys and I."

"That's just part of the job."

"So is giving the prettiest girl in town a break on her shitty car." There it is- that smile. I live to keep that smile on her face. Hydra didn't give me many opportunities to do this, we didn't get the chance to flirt and bond and actually fall in love like a normal couple. We were shoved together when it was convenient for them and clung to each other just to survive. "Need a ride to work?"