Torn {Bucky Barnes FanFic}

Chapter 29

"I know a place we can go."

Everyone in the car turned to look at me. We'd been driving for a few hours in complete silence, and I could tell none of them expected me to break it.

"Where?" Steve asked eagerly.

"It's kind of a long story."

"Cara, we've got plenty of time," Sam quipped. "Does it look like we're going anywhere?"

I hesitated and looked down at my hands. "Okay. Um, well when I was eight, my parents took me to this house in Connecticut over Christmas vacation. Tony was invited to come with us, but he decided he'd rather spend it in Santorini with his girlfriend of the second. He didn't even want to hear where we were going.

"Anyway, we went and it was one of the best weeks of my life. The last day we were there, my dad surprised me by telling me he owned the house, and that we could go there whenever I wanted. He didn't deliver on that, unsurprisingly, he was always too busy. I basically forgot about the place until they died. My dad left it to me in his will."

"Hold on," Sam interjected. "Sorry to interrupt, sweetheart, but if your dad left it in his will, won't Tony know about it? He'd be able to narrow down places until he finds us."

I shook my head. "No, no, it wasn't in the actual will."

"I don't follow," Steve muttered.

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed heavily. "My parents left individual, real wills with the majority of our inheritance; these were read aloud by their lawyers at the will reading. In addition to these, they wrote Tony and I each a private letter. I don't know what was in Tony's, he doesn't know what was in mine. Mine was mostly about how proud they were of me and how they knew I was going to do great things and so on. But, they also told me that the cabin was now mine."

"Okay, so you own a cabin in Connecticut. It'll still be in your name on taxes and bank statements and stuff," Scott stated.

"Well, I told you it was a long story, so if you would stop interrupting me I was getting to that." I glared at them before continuing. "Now, this is the part where things get a little, uh, sketchy. I was given the letter on my sixteenth birthday, so six years after they died. Turns out, one of their lawyers had been holding the house in his own name during those years that I didn't know about it. He was one of my father's best friends, and after the accident, he somehow made the cabin basically disappear. I don't know how, I don't know why.

"So, the only people that knew about this cabin were this lawyer and I. A few years later, I found out that he'd been diagnosed with cancer. He died less than a year after that."

"I'm sorry," Steve said quietly.

"Thanks," I said quickly. "Anyway, I'm the only one that knows about it. It's perfectly suited for what we need, I know it."

There was silence again, and I looked around at them. I felt myself growing increasingly frustrated. I didn't want them to just sit there in silence, I wanted them to agree with me. I wanted Sam to jerk the truck around and drive for six hours until we reached the cabin. I wanted Steve to call Clint, and I wanted him to be there with Bucky when we got to the cabin.

"Jesus Christ, will you say something, please?!" I snapped to Steve.

Steve continued to think for a few moments, then looked over at me. "Yeah, I think that's our best bet. You know how to get there?"