Lessons To Be Learned [Bucky x Reader]

Lessons to Be Learned, Part III

  [Name] woke up the next morning, feeling rather aware after lying still for five minutes upon waking up. The digital bedside clock read 8:00, on the dot. The house, aside from the occasional settling, was otherwise silent. Throwing aside the covers, [Name] swung her legs around until they came to rest on the [carpet/cement/wood] flooring before standing up and making her way down the hall, something almost compelling her, something almost pulling her into the living room to find a note upon the coffee table.

Her part of the note was missing, likely torn off under her handwritten signature, and in it's place, a note left from Bucky.

'I took the cell phone.
I hope I don't draw attention.
I'll figure it out as I go.
Good luck helping people, [Name].
Thank you.
Goodbye.

-Bucky'

All that was left of Bucky was the half-page note with his semi-scribbled writing, and the folded uni-sex shirt he'd borrowed, lain out carefully on the couch. The only thing she'd likely know about Bucky from now on was whether or not he would use the cell phone, which she was paying for. She could afford it. Some of her friends and a couple of other people, sometimes the very people she helped, sent her money in the mail, or in person. Help her help other people.

Picking up the paper baring his signature, [Name] leaves the shirt for a moment, turning down the hall again to check in on the guest room. All there was to be found was a neatly done up bed. The old jacket, the black wife-beater and his shoes she had washed up for him were taken. Lain on the pillow was another note.

'Sorry I took another shirt...

-Bucky'

[Name] picked up the note, slightly entertained. Now he'd have three. She just hoped that he was doing well.

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Somewhere, deep in the city...

Things really could be going better. He wasn't entirely sure, but Bucky could have sworn that somebody had gotten a glimpse of his 'Lucky Fin'. The possibility set his nerves on edge. If somebody thought he was suspicious enough, they'd call the cops. Currently he was prowling around the mall. There was a large enough crowd crawling around the corners of this place that he could easily make himself lost if he really needed too. He'd popped into a public restroom a few minutes earlier, looking through his backpack. He found she'd given him some cash that could last him a month, or three, if he was careful about it, the cash tucked into a package of socks she'd found for him at a store. Thankfully not wool. Wool socks were a pain when wet, that he remembered from standing in wet trenches back in the war. She bought him a thinner jacket in a lighter color than his heavy jacket, a note taped to it. "You can keep your Lucky Fin covered, and you likely won't over-heat. Stay warm in the mornings, wherever you go! -[Name]" There was a first aid kit tucked next to some shirts he'd found in there, which sort of made him feel bad about taking another shirt before he'd left. He probably spent all of five minutes in the stall, taking inventory of all he was given, committing his portable possessions to memory.

If something was taken, he'd notice now. He'd tucked away his cap and switched out his war jacket for the pullover hoodie, cleaning the knots out of his hair with the brush he'd also found. [Name] really thought of everything... Heck, he had toothpaste now. The thought made him smile a bit, distracting him from a particularly closed-in wave of people around him. Sweeping around him as he stopped in front of a store, Bucky waited until they'd fully passed before making his way into the store, curious and wanting to poke around for a bit.