First Sight (Bucky Barnes x OC)

1.3 · A New Beginning.

Tunisia.

Melissa liked Tunisia. The people were busy with their things, playing dominoes with a cup of tea to the right. Some make the tea in their small teapots. Chatter was loud, the people lively. It was warm in Tunisia, warmer than London, maybe not America. But the heat was nicer, calmer. Kids ran around craze-like, playing with each other with smiles on their faces.

She was sat with her right leg over her left. Gently, she bobbed her foot to stimulate herself. Tunisia was lovely and likeable, but she was bored, at least Sam had something to do. Her hands fiddled with the straggles of ripped cloth from her ripped jeans; the strands sometimes tickling her knee. Now and then, Melissa found herself watching Sam as he pursed his lips in concentration, laughing quietly in her mind.

Sam sat next to her on the wooden chair that belonged in the dining room. He, despite being concentrated on fixing redwing, was sat smiling at whatever Melissa had done to make him laugh. Both of his hands had tweezers ready to poke and prod the wires that were out in the open, as well as the mechanics. His legs were eagle-spread like a classic man, his feet twitching every couple of minutes. Sam widened his nostrils as he breathed out, something Melissa had noticed whilst watching him.

Three glasses of tea were placed down on the table with a bit of a thud. Torres sat down energetically, a smile on his face too. Sam mumbled a thanks under his breath. Torres leaned forward intrigued, sighing over the corpse of redwing, "You could try to reroute that to the other..." He began to tread closer to redwing. His hand, however, was slapped away over the plates of food littered around the table.

Melissa sucked a breath in through her teeth, "Risky move, Torres!"

"Yeah, real risky move. Could you not?" A laugh caught in Melissa's throat at the horrified look on Torres' face. Awkwardly, Torres surrendered, hands on either side of his head. "I've been working with the Air Force for six months now. Every time ops touches him, he gets all glitchy." He said emphasising by waving his hands around and then going back to tweezing about."

Torres pulled his phone out of his pocket, messing around with whatever he did on there, "Well, you know those poor techs. Can't keep up with a billion returning IP addresses. And your Stark ass tech."

Melissa chuckled, "Maybe they should just keep up." Her knees curled her chest as a young man walked past her, winking. Of course, she flirtily winked back. It wasn't like she would ever see him again anyway.

Sam scoffed, used to her behaviour, "Keep it in your pants, London." Melissa smiled back.

Torres lifted his phone, looking around behind Melissa. Until a man, plump and middle-aged, walked up to them, "Hey, Avengers!" Despite how cheery the man obviously was, Melissa furrowed her eyebrows and Torres was confused. Sam had no care in the world since he was used to this by now. "mrhban! laqad 'aeadat zawjati 'ily." His wife joined his side; she was young and beautiful. "shkran lika." Hello! You brought my wife back to me. Thank you.

"saeid dayman bialmusaeadat ya saydi." The couple smiled gratefully before walking off, hand in hand.

Melissa laughed loudly, a shocked look on her face. Torres moved the camera on his phone closer to Sam's face. "He knows Arabic. Can you say that again?" Sam laughed pushing the phone away, going back to his poor redwing on the table.

"Seriously, when did you learn Arabic?" Melissa asked, gently poking his arm so that she didn't accidentally blow up Redwing. "Like, when did you have time for that?"

"I have all the time."

Melissa stood up with Torres, looking over his shoulders at whatever was on his screen. "Anyway, these LAF crews, man, they're trying to take advantage of all the chaos and make some money. And that I get, but there's..." His phone beeped, making him jump to action, buzzing with excitement. "Oh, Bam! Right there! You see these guys, these guys are the ones you gotta worry about." Torres lent over the table, showing in the best way he could, the red and bloody hand that was on the wall through technology. "I've been stumbling onto their manifestos on their message boards. They're called the Flag Smashers."