Monsters Inside Us (Winter Soldier)

Moving

      Sun leaked into the cabin and filling the room with a new light. Bucky woke up feeling the extra light flood the room. He raised his left hand and wiped the sleep from his eyes as he yawned. The feeling of something laying across his chest and shoulder made him freeze in place. Glancing down, he found Jess curled up at his side. Her head rested on his shoulder while her arm stretched across his chest. He breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of her, his body relaxing for a few more moments. He looked back down at her, taking in every detail he could. How long her lashes were, her nose, the way her skin looked almost like velvet with the way the sunlight shined on it. As he looked down at the woman beside him, memories of the day before flooded his mind. Mixed emotions ran through him; but there was a new emotion that he hadn't felt before...or at least, he didn't remember feeling it before. He gently got out of the bed, making sure not to wake the woman up before leaving the room.

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      I woke up from sleep, feeling the warmth of the sun as it filled the room. I yawned, stretching out in my bed to help wake me up. It wasn't until my arm hit the spot next to me that I remembered that I was in Bucky's room...but Bucky wasn't there. I jolted up, looking at the empty spot that was next to me. The sound of music playing caught my attention. I stood up, opening the door to the rest of the house. The record player was on and the smell of food filled my nostrils. My stomach growled at the smell of breakfast.

      "I heard that all the way over here." I looked to see Bucky standing in the kitchen. I breathed a sigh of relief seeing him still here.

      "I like food, what can I say?" I saw his body shake with a small chuckle, relaxing me even more. It was a complete change from how he was yesterday. Which is good but it showed how unstable he really was. I walked over, resting my arms on the counter.

      "Hey, good lookin! Whatcha got cookin," I asked.

      "What," he asked, giving me an odd look.

      "I'm not exactly sure where it comes from but people say it," I told him, looking down at the pan, "Where'd you get bacon?"

      "From a place," he said, looking back down at me.

      "A place," I questioned.

      "No one saw," he assured me, flipping the bacon over.

      I laughed, "I'm just happy we have bacon."

      "And eggs," he added.

      I whipped around, "And eggs? Careful Barnes, don't a girl to think she's being spoiled." I smiled as he let out a laugh, shaking his head.

      "Just go get them from the fridge," he told me, "And people used to think I was a flirt."

      "Used to," I asked, "Did you remember something." I opened the fridge, grabbing the carton of eggs.

      "Yeah, I went a grab that box of records and found one that looked familiar," he said, "About half way through the record, a song played that brought on a memory. I remember being out at a club with Steve when he was still a little punk," He smiled to himself, "There was a live band, everyone was dancing and singing, having some drinks...everyone was just carefree. Well I guess I must've brought Steve with me on a double date but he didn't have as much luck with the gal. I remember specifically looking at him and having Steve tell me about how I was such a flirt," he frowned a bit, "That's all I really remember."

      "The fact that you referred to a girl as 'gal' is awesome," I said with a small laugh, setting the carton of eggs by him, "No one talks like that anymore. It's a bit refreshing, if you ask me."