AVENGERS CIVIL WAR

Chapter 7

Here's the next chapter :) Just a heads up; a slightly smutty scene is in this chapter. If you're a kid...go ride a bike or go swimming. Adults and shippers...enjoy! 😆💕

The funeral was over. It had been magnificent, with beautiful speeches, ornate flower arrangements, and it took place in a massive cathedral. Peggy was truly honoured in every way possible.

Steve said little to nothing. His speech was short and quick. The grief was unable able and he heard almost none of the speeches. Tony, surprisingly, gave a speech which was beautifully written and thoughtful. Steve was surprised. He had never realised how much Peggy had been in Tony's life. She'd helped raise him and he'd kept in close contact with her even after he had grown. Steve began to understand, as Tony's speech went on, the reason why Peggy had written that note for Tony.

Steve stared at the stained glass windows, and the multi-coloured rays of light that cast in from them. The ache of Peggy leaving was indescribable. He sighed quietly and shut his eyes, trying to shut out the pain. He just wanted to tell Peggy again how much he loved her.

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Natasha shifted her gaze over to him. "James, I'm taking you to my safe house."

He looked nervous and on edge. "Your safe house?"

She and Bucky were in a beat up truck, rattling down an upstate New York highway. Bucky had shed his military garb and was in ratty jeans and a checkered shirt. Natasha followed suit, with jeans and a light t-shirt. Undercover came naturally to the both of them, a training instinct.

Natasha glanced over at Bucky who was in the passenger seat. God, he had only grown more handsome since the last time she's seen him. His long hair brushing across his face, his occasional and rare smile, his eyes which had seen unspeakable horrors but were still gentle and kindly.

Bucky stole a look at Natasha. If only he could remember where he'd seen her. Everything about her presence was familiar, even down to her perfume which was the scent of roses. Her full lips, her mysterious eyes, her sultry voice that gave him chills every time she spoke. He still clung on to some apprehension however; plenty of people he thought he remembered as kind had reconditioned him and turn him into a weapon again. Still, something about her comforted his turbulent mind. The sight of her calmed him and left him in breathless awe.

The truck came to a stop at a tiny and secluded cabin in the middle of a dense forest.

"Where are we?" Bucky cautiously inquired. He hesitantly got out of the truck.

"Somewhere in upstate New York," Natasha replied. "I'm not even sure where. It's the middle of nowhere. Which is good."

She jumped out of the truck, walking briskly up the gravel driveway towards the cabin. She unlocked it and strode in. Bucky paused at the doorway, his eyes scanning for any possible threat. Natasha came over towards him and held out her hand. A simple, simple gesture. Bucky took a deep breath and rested his hand in her's. It was frightening at first, as any physical contact made him claustrophobic. Natasha's hand was firm but soft and Bucky began to relax. He let her lead him into the cabin and briefly show him where the rooms were.

Natasha ran a hand through her hair. "We'll be quite comfortable here for a while until we can figure out what to do."

"Thank you for helping me," Bucky's voice was faint, almost a whisper.