Chapter 8: An Avengers Christmas

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Bucky's P.O.V.

While I'm squeezing the life out of her I feel her wince. She must be hurt. I'll ask her about it later. She pulls away from the hug and connects our lips. It's a long, passionate, sweet kiss. Her lips taste like chocolate pancakes. "Ahem." Steve coughs. We pull away and her cheeks turn a shade of pink. "Did we forget about me?" He asks. "Kind of." I laugh. "I'm joking. Come here!" I say, a little too loudly. I grab him and pull him into a hug.

I see E take a photo of us so I pull away from Steve and try to grab her. "DELETE THAT!" I yell chasing her. She dives behind a couch and disappears. I forgot she was a spy so she can escape easily. I stand up and turn towards Steve when I notice she was in the elevator and the doors were closing. I run to the elevator but the doors are already shut and she's going up.

"So, we're stuck down here." I tell Steve. "Not really. Stairs." He tells me. We run to the stairs and up them. We finally reach where we were heading and she wasn't there. "Where is she?" I ask Steve. "Jarvis, pull up elevator footage please." He tells this Jarvis. "Right away, Captain Rogers." The thing replies. Then a screen appears in front of us and I guess it's quite obvious that I'm shocked since Steve laughs.

"There! She's in the elevator!" I yell. "Jarvis, give us updates on her." Steve tells Jarvis. "Yes, Captain Rogers." He says. "She just got out of the elevator, Captain Rogers." He says. "Did she say where she was going?" Steve asks. "That is classified. I would need her authorization to tell you. I'm sorry." Jarvis tells us.

"Classified? What if something happens to her?" He asks Jarvis. "If anything happens to her, I will hurt someone." I say. "I will tell you, but don't tell her I told you." Jarvis tells us. "Ok. Where'd she go?" Steve asks. "She went to McDonald's. I don't know where she is going after that." Jarvis informs us.

We get in the elevator and it's completely silent. When the door opens, we run out and hail (HYDRA. I'm sorry.) a cab. We tell the driver we are in a rush and Steve tells him who we are.

Well, who he is. He lies about who I am. He says I'm training to become a new Avenger, which I am, he just didn't tell him the whole truth. We arrive in a matter of minutes. We rush in looking as casual as possible. We look around and soon spot her by a window wearing her spiky heeled boots and sunglasses on her head.

 We look around and soon spot her by a window wearing her spiky heeled boots and sunglasses on her head

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I have know idea how women run in high heels. She looks up at us, smiles, and waves. We walk over and sit. "Oh, please, by all means, sit. I wouldn't want you to stand." She says sarcastically. "What did you do with the photo?" I ask like I'm interrogating her.

She opens a book and writes in it while responding to us with "I posted it on Snapchat, Twitter, and Instagram. I may be 84 but I know how to work the internet. I mean, I look 22 so I have too." She said that so blankly, it's weird. I grab the pen from her hands, but she just grabs another from her pocket. "Do you just keep these things on you?" I ask her.

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