Destruction ━ Bucky Barnes [2]

06 ━ THREATS

DESTRUCTION.
( chapter six. )

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Edited 04/29/2018
Edited 03/17/2025 @1:33 AM

ANDREA HEAVED AN EXHAUSTED sigh, kicking the door of her apartment closed behind her. She didn't care for the police tape anymore. She wanted to be somewhere she could think and breathe without being hounded by everybody's concern.

  The frown on her lips deepened as she dropped her keys onto a nearby stand. Now that she'd walked off a good majority of her anger, she had the sense to feel some small guilt for how she'd reacted. She knew that she wasn't neccessarily at fault, but she was ashamed.

  To imagine that any one of her teammates— one of her friends— could get injured in the coming battle made her feel horrible. There was every possibility that the words she'd spoken might be the last she would ever say to one of them. It frightened her enough that she was tempted to go crawling back.

Andy huffed, turning to fall backwards onto the couch. She stared up at the ceiling, every thought dragging her deeper into her pit of despair. She didn't want to think about Strucker or the serum either, but both issues seemed to be the only other thoughts on her mind.

The entire situation was confusing enough that it turned her train of thought into mud. Whatever bigger picture was at play here, she couldn't see it. Andrea pressed the heels of her palms against her closed eyes, another sigh escaping her.

She was thoroughly done with the events of the day.

The Jones woman turned her head at the sound of the house phone ringing. She reached over to grab the device from the coffee table, not bothering to check the caller ID as she answered. Bucky didn't have one and, even despite her guilt, Andy still found herself hoping that Steve wouldn't call.

"Hello?" She answered, tilting her head to the side so that she could fit the phone between her shoulder and ear.

  There was a brief silence and then a breathy chuckle was heard on the other line. "I was trying to think of something charming to say to cheer you up, but nothing came to mind," Bucky spoke, his tone almost sheepish.

Andy bit her lip. A weak attempt to keep the smile on her lips from transforming into a grin. "That sentence in itself was charming enough," she replied, her own chuckle escaping. "But, what makes you think I need cheering up?"

  "You sounded... tired," he said.

  The response made her pause. All she'd said was a simple hello and yet, he could still tell that something was wrong. Andy liked to pride herself on her emotions never being that transparent, but he'd read into her with such an ease that it made her heart stutter.