A Glimpse Of You

Chapter 7

"I'm sorry." He whispered, his breath fanning your face, you knew what happened in your room wouldn't go unnoticed by the everyone else. For the moment though it was just the two of you.
"It's okay." You responded, rubbing his shoulder lightly, he tensed up.
"No, it's not okay." His words harsh, as he looked forward.
"Well, let's get this frame out of the way and I'll help you clean up the common room." You smiled at him, Bucky turned his eyes back to you as the two of you pulled the wreckage of your bed from the door way.
The two you cleaned for a while in silence, you picked up papers and magazines. While he did the heavy lifting, it's was comfortable, the silence that fell between you. Stealing glances at one another from across the room.
"Is it always like that?" You finally managed to ask, sweeping up the remains of what used to be a lamp. He paused for a moment, keeping his back to you.
"Yes." His posture rigid, shoulders squared back.
"Do you always feel those emotions so strongly?" You asked, he turned to you, brows scrunched together. You looked up when he didn't respond. "Your emotions are over powering, I've never felt anything like it. Wanda came close but you, yours are consistent."
"I.. don't know." His eyes down casted, looking at the floor. You dumped the remnants of the brush pan into the garbage can, placing them back to their resting places. You looked around the room, the mess was picked up. Some items were missing, others slightly broken, but all in all the room looked better.
"I think you owe me a movie and popcorn." You smirk at him his eyes shot up, a lopsided smile crossed his face as those blues lit up.
"What makes you think that?"
"I helped you clean up your mess. So I think you should make the popcorn and I'll find a movie." And just like that, an agreement was made not to bring up what had happened. You popped in an older movie, as the smell of popcorn filled you senses.
You sat down next to him, he looked at you and then at the other side of you where the couch opened up with more room. His bewildered expressions didn't go unnoticed. You chuckled to yourself, shaking you head and tucking you feet up under you.
"You have the popcorn, it's easier to share it this way." You smiled sweetly at him, truth be told you didn't want him thinking you were scared of him. You weren't, cautious, yes, scared, no.
You snuggled down into the couch as The Wizard Of Oz played on the screen before you. It was granny's favorite, so you have seen it dozens of times. Actually, odds are you could recited it line by line, but chose not to.
Sometime around the point of the cowardly lion you pulled the blanket off the back of the couch, covering Bucky's side with it. He watched you with renewed curiosity, as you leaned against him, snuggling deep into his side. You had become accustomed to making sure there was no possible points of contact with other people, you hadn't thought about the oddity of it.
Bucky looked down at you, his arm across the back of the couch, you watching the movie intently. Your eyes focused, body completely relaxed, a small smile playing across your features. He remembered this feeling from long ago, the contentment. The warm feeling swelling up in his chest, he smiled to himself, watching you as you played with edge of the throw blanket.
"James?" Your voice brought him back.
"Yes, Doll?" He asked, his eyes traveling back to your face.
"Your staring." You chuckle sitting up, his eyes followed you.
"Sorry, didn't realize I was." He reached forward, brushing his finger across your chin. For the first time, his contact didn't bring the world crashing down into another plane. His eyes flicked down to your lips, before traveling back up your face. Your heart skipped a beat, slowly he leaned in closing the distance.
His lips brushed against yours lightly at first.
    You stood nervously on the edge of the playground, her light brown hair pulled back in pigtails. You stared down at your shoes, kicking a clump of dirt.
    "Come on James, I dare ya." She giggled, her nose crinkling, freckles adorned her pale face. The flutter in stomach going out of control. She was a year younger then you, thirteen, and your neighbor. Slowly you leaned forward pecking her on the lips.
      Bucky leaned into the kiss, sliding his fleshed hand up your cheek. Tangling his fingers in your hair as he deepened the kiss. Your lips parted and his tongue slipped in, his hand at the back of your head pulling you in.
"Dahlia, I think I'm falling for you." You hear Bucky's voice quiver. Looking at the girl in the car with you, her green eyes twinkled back at you. She leaned in, kissing you. Your heart raced, your stomach flipped.
      You reached out, grabbing Bucky's shirt, pulling him closer. You own heart skipped a beat, excitement coursed through you. You smiled into the kiss, cold metal slid across your bare arm.
"No, please! I'll do whatever they want!" The woman begged as you pulled the man out from behind the door, don't you begged yourself. You shoved him to ground, bringing to gun up to the back of his head.
       She jumped on your back, you reach out, grabbing her by her hair. You pulled with all your force, a slow building anger filling you up.
       You pulled back suddenly, dragging a raw breath in. Bucky's eyes wide, he knew the second you pulled away, you see it in his eyes. The pain, the sadness, the regret. You reached your own hand to him, he stood suddenly and back away from you.
    "Y/n, I can't. I can't do this." He stated abruptly, quickly he turned, leaving you on the couch by yourself. Alone and confused. You traced your fingers across your lips, the feeling still lingering.