Books, Teas, and Good Cooking: A Bucky x Reader Fanfic

Chapter Three

It's been over a month since Bucky had been here and I've called him almost every week to keep him updated about my book. Two weeks after he had left I received word that it was accepted by a publishing company and was going to be published! I just had to get into contact with a cover artist and discuss design details. As soon as I had heard the news, I called Bucky for the first time and excitedly announced the news. He was so happy for me. I have been talking to a cover artist and they have been sending me pictures of a few different items based on what I described my ideal cover to look like. They aren't finished with the final designs, but so fair they look alright. Although they keep getting further and further away from my vision. I'm currently unsure if Bucky has been flirting with me or if it is just how he is. Sam has spending this last month working hard to get stronger and better with using the shield. I watch him from the window while I am on the phone with Bucky.

"That sounds like this whole process is really running smoothly now, doll," Bucky says. "I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks, Buck," I smile.

"How's the boat?" Bucky asks. "I know you guys were getting it fixed to be sold."

"Oh! I totally forgot to tell you this past month," I exclaim. "We decided to not sell it. Sarah didn't want to after all. I have been more on the fence about it since I feel like Sam and Sarah should always have the last say when it comes to the house and the boat, but I'm relieved to say the least. I spent most of my summers since meeting Sarah in school on that boat. It was Mama and Daddy's boat. But since I'm not blood, I felt that it was not fully my legacy to carry."

"I'm glad to hear you guys didn't sell the boat," Bucky says. "But I think that since you are Sam and Sarah's sister, their parents' legacy falls on you too. Even if you don't share blood."

"Thanks, Bucky," I say. "Look, I gotta go. I oughta go and help with dinner."

"Sounds good, doll," Bucky says. "Have a good night."

"You too, Bucky," I say before hanging up. I walk into the living room and see Sam on the phone.

"Using a VPN or masking their location, but I..." I hear the man on the phone say.

"Great work, Joaquin. I'll take it from here," Sam says as he ends the call.

I pause and stand there for a moment with a frown. "You're not staying for dinner, are you?"

"How long were you there?" Sam asks as he looks over at me.

"Only long enough to hear something about a VPN and you taking something," I shrug.

"Oh, well, yeah, I'm not staying for dinner," Sam says. "I need to head to New York to follow a lead."

"Ok, well, Sarah and I will be watching you from the couch," I say. "Good luck out there, Sam."

"Thanks, sis," Sam smiles as he heads to his room.

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Throughout dinner, the TV is on in the living room so we can hear any mention of Sam. We are just finishing dinner when the breaking news comes in about the lockdown at the GRC. We all rush to the living room to watch. We watch as the news reports on Sam and Bucky arriving on the scene. We watch hoping to get a glimpse of Sam and his relative safety. I also watch for Bucky's safety and wellbeing. I smile when I see that Bucky is fine and got some of the members of the Flag Smashers caught. It does worry me that Sam hasn't been spotted again in a while.

"Come on, Sam," Sarah prays.

I lean over and place my hand on her knee and squeeze it. She places her hand on top of mine and squeezes back. About five minutes later, Sam comes flying in like an angel carrying Karli's limp body. As soon as he lands a stretcher takes Karli away. There is a lot of chaos as interviewers try to ask Sam thousands of questions at once. He ignores all of them and goes up to the states people. A states woman and man say something to Sam (probably thanks) but it wasn't caught on the mics.