I Wish I Could Tell You Something...

Part 8

*Hi!*

As Natasha walked down a hall with James, she could hear the frantic screams of Clint and Thor. They were two floors beneath her, and she could hear them. That concerned her.

"James, you have been a bad boy. You need to stop doing this. Do you hear his sad Clint and Thor are?" James nodded his head. "Clint and Thor have volunteered to watch you while your mama is gone and your papa and uncle Steve are trying to find her." James looked sad.

"Where is mama?" Natasha sighed.

"We don't know, Jamesy, that's we are all doing our part to try to get her back."

"I wanna help." Natasha laughed.

"Well, you can do your part by going and playing with Clint and Thor, okay?" James nodded his head.

"I'm helping." he grinned. Natasha ticked his sides.

"Yes you are, Jamesy."

-Meanwhile at the Compound-

You were freezing. The compound was cold in every area, so each day when the guards would come to collect you, Gabe, Clara, and Nikolai, they were wearing thick fur coats, but the four of you had been given no such luxury. You all were clad in official Hydra prisoner garb. The outfit consisted of a short sleeved shirt, a long pair of pants, a light jacket, and heavy boots, but since the compound was in Siberia, the articles weren't much protection from the bitter cold. Clara had contracted a terrible cough which took a terrible toll on her. She grew very thin and pale. Nikolai wasn't faring much better. It made him sick to see Clara the way she was. He worried nonstop about her, and insisted that she take his food rations. While it was a sweet gesture, it didn't help. Clara wouldn't touch her own food let alone his. Gabe became somber, rarely talking. It made you feel even more lonely than before. You tried to wrap your jacket around you more as a shiver went through your spine.

It made you think of the winters you and Bucky had been married during. It was brutal, feeling much like the compound now in your small apartment then. The apartment building had little no insulation against the biting cold. Every night when it was time for bed, you and Bucky would climb under your scarce blankets and try to huddle together for warmth. You were often prone to waking up more during the middle of the night in the winter. Whenever you would, you would just scooch over to Bucky's side, and he, still being asleep, would automatically wrap his arm around your shoulders, holding you to him. You never did know if he knew that he did that, but you loved it. Even though he would still be sound asleep, there was a part of him that knew to wrap his arm around you. You smiled at the memory. Then you thought of another instance of your waking up on a winter night.

It was early-2 a.m. to be exact. You woke up for an unknown reason. You shivered under the three thin blankets that covered the bed. You reached over to Bucky's side of the bed, expecting to feel his warmth. You did not. You felt your hand along the bed where he slept and felt only a fading warmth from where he had been. He was gone. You sat up and glanced around the small bedroom. He wasn't to be found. You got out of bed, put on your robe, and padded barefoot into the kitchen. You looked around and still couldn't see him, but you noticed something odd. The window to the fire escape was open. That was the cause for some of the cold air in the apartment. You walked over pulling your rope tighter around you and looked out of the window.

There on the steps of the fire escape was your husband who was staring out at the street, walking the occasional car go by. You climbed out there with him. He finally noticed your presence. He scooted over so that you could sit next to him. You noticed that he had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. The blanket happened to be the one thicker blanket that the two of you owned. He had taken it off of the bed thinking that you wouldn't notice it being gone. He had been partially correct, but that blanket being gone was another reason that you had been a few moments away from hypothermia. It actually seemed warmer outside the apartment than inside.

Bucky remained quiet. You knew why. He was in mourning. Steve's mother, Sarah Rogers, had died. It wasn't even his own mother, but she had had such an influence on his life that he couldn't help but be sad. Bucky opened his arms to allow you to feel the warmth of the blanket and him. You snuggled up to him, and he sighed.

"I almost didn't want to leave Steve alone tonight. It's his first night all alone. He's always had her up till now, and when Steve's pop died, they had each other to mourn with, but now..." Bucky was silent for a moment before he turned and looked into your eyes. "We're all he's got now, (Y\N). He needs us now more than ever. I still just can't believe she's gone. That woman was an inspiration. Not only was she a nurse inn a Tuberculosis ward, but she also worked part time as a seamstress. There aren't enough people like her in the world anymore." You nodded your head. "She was like a second mother to me. With Ma always working, trying to support Becky and I, Mrs. Rogers always let the two of us go over there after she got back from the night shift at the hospital."

"She sounds like some woman, Buck. I wish that I would have been able to get to know her more." Bucky nodded his head.

"Me too. You would have loved her. She was always smiling, even down to the end. She made me promise her that we'd watch out for Steve." Bucky went silent again, deep in thought. Then he sighed. "But that's not important right now. We'd better get you inside before your feet freeze." you laughed as he took the blanket off of the two of you before he wrapped the whole thing around you. He then picked you up and carried you inside to the bedroom. He let you stay snuggled up in the blanket, but he insisted that he be right up next to you to stay warm. You didn't mind.

Another memory came back to you, but it wasn't as warm. You woke up during another winter night. You shivered and moved over to Bucky's side of the bed before realizing your mistake. The other side of the bed was cold, but you knew in this case that Bucky wasn't outside on the fire escape. He was half way across the world fighting. You sighed before moving your hand down to your swollen stomach. It was just you and the baby sharing the bed now. You rolled over before trying to get back to sleep, but it wouldn't be as easy as it had been before since you didn't have your Bucky.

*Hey, soldiers! I'm sorry it has taken me so long to update! I'll try to be better about updates in the future. I started a writing contest, so if you are interested, go check out the details! This weeks prompt features Spiderman! So, yeah! It has been a long and crazy week for me! I am in a choir of about 60 high school girls, and I tried out for the two solos that were available, and I GOT ONE! SO I HAVE A SOLO MY FIRST HEAR IN THIS CHOIR! Also, I have like the sweetest choir director ever! She is extremely talented and amazing! Also, with choir, I GET TO GO TO DC NEXT YEAR!!!!!!! I GET TO GO TO THE FREAKING SMITHSONIAN, SOLDIERS!!!! EXCITED DOES NOT DESCRIBE HOW I FEEL!!!!!!

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