Only 70 Years

Mochas and Memories

Mochas and Memories

    Grace walked alongside her father, her eyes red and puffy. He glanced over at her every once and a while to make sure she wouldn't collapse. The rest of the group decided to drive, and catch up later. Grace looked up at her father and sighed, "Tell me about the arm," Bucky stopped for a moment.

    "Sorry, I- Grace I don't talk about my arm."

    "No. I have questions. I want to know how you got your arm. There's a lot you need to clear up since technically for about seventy years of my life, you were dead!" she began shouting and Bucky looked at her bright blue eyes, the same that he had. Her striking face, nose, cheeks, she was his perfect little girl he never got to know. He watched as her lip trembled each sob she tried to hide and all he could see was the pale form of his wife laying across his lap, Grace crying softly in the background the cry of watching your mother die right in front of you. Bucky started to cry.

    "Grace." He mumbled before grabbing Grace and holding her close to him, "I don't talk about my arm... because I received this arm from the same people that took your mother away from me, us," He held her tightly. Grace didn't object. She knew what this felt like. It wasn't the feeling you get out of a hug. It's the feeling of having someone who would risk their entire world for you with their arms wrapped around you, melting your body with their love. Bucky just spoke to the wind, "Your mother that would have given more than even me for you. Who literally died to save you..."

    "What?" Grace looks up, "She died of a heart attack... that's what Aunt Peggy said- Dad?"

    "What did your uncle say happened to her?"

    "Same thing, natural causes, what am I missing here?"

    "They lied! They lied to you about your mother? She died by hydra! They came and they killed her, they killed her! You were in her arms when they killed her. We didn't even get her body... they took her after we left and- they lied to you!"

    "Dad, calm down what didn't they tell me? I'm trying to understand... I'm sorry, What?"

    "Your mother was murdered. Grace they killed your mother."

    "What are you saying, my mother died to a heart attack when I was one and you went off to war. That was that. You were dead- at the time I guess and now you show up like this and expect me to believe that you are telling the truth. "