The Fluffy Adventures of Yelena and Bucky

Part 10

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   She helped herself to some of Bucky's coffee reserves (he had a large package up above the fridge) and brought it out to the living room. She put her mug on the dining room table and wandered around to take a better look at the house.

   Near the stairs that led to some sort of basement stood a worn, dark chestnut brown desk with multiple letter sorting compartments and drawers, an extremely vintage shiny, black telephone that looked like it was from the 30's on it. The phone was in the corner of the desk and connected to the wall. 

   Yelena hadn't noticed it before, and wondered how many times Bucky had sat at that desk and written long love letters to old girlfriends. It was hard for her to picture it, but he might've signed his letter with flowery cursive and kissed the envelope before he mailed it.  

   He would've smiled so wide. 

   Running her hand along the side of the desk as she passed it, Yelena headed back out to the living room couch where Bucky was.

   His socked feet still touched the carpet, and he leaned ot the side at the torso, cuddling a pillow. 

   Out like a baby.

   He'll wake up sore, she thought, and carefully nudged him in the shoulder. His eyes cracked open.

   "Lie down, Bucky," she whispered.

   He said nothing as his head touched the cushions. Yelena moved his legs up onto the couch so that he was proberly lying down, then pulled the blanket he hid himself in before over his body. 

   Half asleep, Bucky frowned slightly, his eye twitching. She wasn't sure what to do. Should she just leave him alone? No, he would get a nightmare. He needed to think about something peaceful. 

   She leaned down near his ear. He smelt of sweat, with a hint of that vanilla, mint and cinnamon mixed in. "Bucky..."

   Bucky cracked his eyes open again, listening. "Maybe we will be alright," she finished, but he caught her arm and stopped her as she moved away.

   He looked so tired. "I... think I might actually be starting to believe that." He knew she was just trying to make him feel better, and now Yelena felft her heart warm. His words comforted her. 

   "Are you sure?" He was definitely sure, but Yelena wanted to hear it from his lips again. 

   "I believe it, Belova. If anyone can do it, it's us. We've made it this far, haven't we?"

   She smiled. "Barely,"

   "We can do it."

   Yelena knelt down next to the couch and took a deep breath. "You are... so strong. It's inspiring," 

   "Oh,"

   "Yeah... You should go to sleep now, Barnes. I'll go so you can..."

   "I don't feel strong anymore. I haven't felt that way in a while."

   "Really? Because you are! You're relatively sane still, and that has to count for something, right?" 

   "Yeah, right. I guess so," he chuckled flatly. "Have you ever thought I was selfish?"

   "Never, why?" Yelena didn't like where this was going. This was another moment where she couldn't read his calm expression. It was like a pretty book with no description.