Astrild; Goddess of Love

Chapter 35 - Not Deformed, Perfected

Author's Note; Last update of the year, wishing everyone an amazing New Year and I hope everyone had a great Christmas. One last thing a big thank you to everyone who has read, I'm so lucky to have over 700 reads. Thank you and as always remember to comment and vote, FanGirl8ygc3804

"Is that Bucky?" I asked lifting my head from Steve's shoulder to nod toward a man muttering to himself with his back to us.

"Buchanan!" Steve shouted earning himself a few annoyed and curious glances in equal measure. He turned and looked towards us angry but his eyes softened when recognition set in.

"Are you OK?" I asked as he looked worried when we approached him.

"No I hate telepaths." He spat angrily.

"I'll try not to take offense," I said holding my hands up in surrender.

"No. Not you, at least you asked permission. Loki, he just looks!"

"What do you have to hide from him?" Steve asked completely unawares.

"Nothing." Bucky said too quickly.

"Come on Buck. I can read your face, what are you hiding?" Steve was now just as curious.

"My feelings!" He blurted without thinking, "Are you happy now?" He asked rhetorically.

"Oh my word! He's fallen for her. Aww." And the penny dropped for Steve as I spoke.

"What?! How did you..." Bucky said eyeing my suspiciously.

"Female intuition." I shrugged, "And here this may tickle but it'll stop my uncle snooping in the future." I placed a Fire shield within Bucky's mind.

"Thanks, did you give Steve one too?" He enquired.

"Yes, although it doesn't last very long though." I said and Steve explained for me,

"The serum fights it, not my fault."

"Here she comes, see you later loverboy," I said blowing him a kiss and giving him a mocking wink over my shoulder.

"What was that all about?" I heard Nora ask him as we headed back to the tower. Where we picked up Steve's bike and headed to his house.

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I gave Steve his jacket back as we entered the house.

"I feel like a drowned rat." I stated wringing my hair out over the sink.

"And yet you're still beautiful." Steve said.

"Help me out of this dress?" I ask. His hand stroked my thigh before it found the hem. He pulled it over my head and my wet hair added to the spots of rain on his shirt.

"Steve wait." He pulled back but was about to look at the horrific scars left from where the bullet had thorn through me. I kissed him and his hands cupped my face, "Steve I need to talk to you." He stepped away from me,

"So we go to hell and back together. And yet you choose now to tell me you don't want me!" He grabbed his jacket and left the room. I followed him into the corridor,

"Steve let me explain... Steve!"

"Let yourself out." He said and the front door slammed. Upon opening it I saw Bucky, walking up the path.

"Buddy, hey!" He tried to get his friends attention but failed. He caught me and once we were back inside the kitchen I explained the situation to him over a cup of tea. Pulling the shawl that I'd left there previously tighter around myself, I asked Bucky what I really wanted to know;