Captured // A Winter Soldier Story

chapter sixteen // sinister

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"And I don't want a never ending life, I just want to be alive while I'm here."
-Spirits by The Strumbellas

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reyna's point of view

"I can't believe you made so much food for breakfast that we now have to go to the grocery store just to restock for lunch," I grumbled, casting a side glare at Steve. He looked exasperated.

"I already told you, I thought you would be hungrier when you woke up! It's not my fault that I have three more people in my house than I'm used to."

Steve, Natasha, Bucky and I were all wandering through the aisles of the grocery store, searching for the items on the grocery list that Natasha had written out. Bucky had volunteered to push the cart. I was on nag Steve duty.

"But why on Earth did you only have breakfast food in your apartment? There are two other important meals of the day, Rogers," I reminded him, half gauging his reaction and half searching for the frozen foods section. He grumbled something I couldn't make out but I was pretty sure they weren't very nice words.

"What was that?" I asked innocently. His eyes shifted to the shelves as he pretended to look occupied.

"Nothing."

He paused for a second to grab a few bags of frozen vegetables, tossing them into the cart. Natasha crossed vegetables off the list and read the next item.

"Eggs and milk," she announced, setting off to find them- but not before swinging around and glaring at Steve and I. "And if you two can't play nice, I'm going to make you sit in the cart."

Steve and I glanced at each other in amusement.

"I think that sounds fun, actually," I piped up, earning another glare from Natasha and a thoughtful nod from Steve.

"It'd be much more fun to ride in the cart."

"I'm not pushing you," Bucky grumbled, none too happy about having to come with us. He hated going out in public (which is completely understandable) but no one wanted to leave him alone in Steve's apartment in case of an attack, so we made him come with. I think he'd probably rather set the grocery store on fire than be doing this right now. I glanced at Bucky's slightly murderous expression.

"Why not? It's not like I weigh anything. I understand not wanting to push Steve, since he weighs, like, six thousand pounds-"

"I do not."

Nat whirled around. "If you three don't shut up I'm going to assassinate all of you, and I don't care if we're in public," she hissed, placing a gallon of milk into the cart. We all shut up.

Six more items and one hundred and twenty seven dollars later and we were back at Steve's apartment, putting the groceries away. Thankfully, we hadn't been attacked while we were out, and the apartment didn't look as though it'd been broken into. A successful trip all around.

It's been a very, very long time since I'd had a day like this- a normal, average, non-life threatening day. A week ago at this time, I was being starved to death in a freezing cold cell, surrounded by hundreds of people who wanted me dead. Today, my stomach is full, my wounds have closed and I'm putting away groceries. Life is strange, but I can't say I'm disappointed.

Once all the groceries were put away, I volunteered to make lunch. Steve agreed after a little persuasion (last year I'd almost burned his kitchen down making chicken, so he was a little leery at first) and I got to work making his favorite- grilled cheese. Twenty minutes later, it was ready, and we enjoyed our second meal of the day. It had been over a week and a half since I'd had two or more meals in one day. I was ecstatic.