The tears stopped falling long ago when I hear footsteps. it's definitely J, because no one else could find me in this labyrinth of walls. As soon as he notices me he drops heavily to my side, back against the wall and legs outstretched.
He doesn't say anything, but that gives me comfort. I don't want to talk and he knows it. And so we remain silent.
"Why are we so unlucky?" I ask, a jolt of anger making me tremble.
At my side, however, J remains still and then shrugs and I relax against the wall.
The next morning is quiet, but I can feel everyone's breath under my skin. The little car we're in scares the hell out of me. I don't trust the Beetle and I don't like Steve driving it, but I let it slide.
We stop in front of a car, next to it there is a blonde girl who I have seen a couple of times. Steve comes down and they start talking. He opens the trunk and I see the glint of the shield.
"Can you move the seat forward?" J asks.
"No," Sam replies flatly and I stifle a laugh that ends with J elbowing me in the ribs. Though that makes me giggle even more.
"Hvorfor hjelper du oss? Har du ikke jobbet med fienden før?" Why does she help us? Didn't she work with the enemy before?
"Jeg vet ikke, men hvis Steve stoler på henne, så gjør jeg det også." I don't know, but if Steve trusts her, so do I.
"Thank you for including me in the conversation," Sam says ironically.
I pay no attention to him and turn to James.
"Hva om jeg fortalte deg at jeg ikke liker disse regjeringsfolkene?" What if I told you I don't like these government people?
"Tror du jeg liker dem?" Do you think I like them?
"Nei, hvorfor gjør du det da?" No, then why do you do it?
"Gjøre hva?" Do what?
"Hvorfor vil du ha dem rundt?" Why do you want them around?
"Jeg vil ikke ha dem i nærheten," I don't want them around, he gets defensive.
"Ja, du gjør det, og du distanserer meg lenger og lenger, for din kjære Steve," Yes you do and you're distancing me further and further, for your dear Steve, I don't even realize I've raised my voice.
"Ikke dra Steve inn i midten..." Don't drag Steve in the middle...
"For hva? Vårt vennskap?" Of what? Our friendship?
"Ja," Yes.
And then my heart stops. "Venner? Er vi bare det? Er jeg bare en venn for deg? "Friends? Are we just that? Am I just a friend to you?
"Ja," Yes, James says, looking confused.
"Bra, for fra nå av vil du bare være venner også," Good, because from now on you'll just be friends too, I say, looking out the window.
"Og hva var jeg før?" And what was I before, he asks after a while.
"Alt" Everything.
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My little shadow (Bucky Barnes)
FanficNyla Yaseniya Sidorov and James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier and the Shadow. Two killers, lethal and invisible as smoke. Not that they wanted to kill, but when you work brainwashed for Hydra you don't have much choice.
