Call me Soldier

[18] Dance

Bucky's P.O.V

I'm passing by the dance studio, when I hear music. I peek through the door and see Rebecca, dressed all in black, dancing.

She is beautiful and graceful, but she also looks at peace, for once.

I remember when we were young. She loved dancing, even as a child. We used to dance together.

The song intensifies and so does her dancing. I watch her as she makes every step look easy.

Captivated, I barely notice when the song ends. I only realize when Rebecca stops dancing. She bends to adjust her black pointe shoe. When she looks up, she doesn't seem startled.

"Don't think I didn't notice when you walked in." I may be dancing, but I'm not off guard. I smile.

"What was that piece called?"

"Winter's End." She says quietly. I nod.

She grabs my hands.

"Dance with me." I shake my head, but she gives me a pleading look.

"Fine. Just for you, Becky."

"You have a soft spot for me, Bucky." I frown, knowing that it is true. I will always have a soft spot for her.

We start dancing slow, in a basic square pattern. I spin her and she laughs. Our dancing gets faster and more wild. It all culminates in me dipping her.

Finally we break apart, laughing too hard to continue.

"Do you think that we can ever forgive ourselves for what we did?" I look at her. The fact that she is asking that at the age of 16 makes me want to vomit. I also want to punch everyone who made her have to feel this pain.

"No, I don't think we can. It wasn't under our control, but still, we did it." I want to tell her that it was okay. But the fact is, is that it wasn't okay. We did terrible things. We killed people. Together.

Her face reflects my thoughts. She is sad and guilty and feels so incredibly awful.

"Come on, get changed. Let's see what there is to do." I pull her to her feet. We go our separate ways, but meet back at the gym after changing.

At first, we warm up with a three mile jog around Stark's mile long, multilevel track, then we stretch and move on to boxing.

It helps us both blow off steam.

I get into it, and my metal arm accidentally goes through the punching bag. When I look over at Rebecca, I see a pile of shredded, broken, or exploded punching bags already on the floor.

We decide to move onto weights. I bench press about 300 lbs. So does Rebecca.

After that satisfying workout, we are both ravenous.

Upstairs in the kitchen, Rebecca makes us both a giant Strawberry Banana protein Smoothie.

We guzzle the smoothies, then decide that it is time for bed.

Man, do I love my baby sister.