Flying Angel (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Chapter 15 - Jarvis

Y/N's POV

I've been in this hospital for three weeks because my leg was worse that they thought. Today is the day I am going home. Well not home but to Howard's mansion that I will obviously share with him. Sanaa is staying in a cheap hotel until the founds an apartement. She refused to come to live with me. She decided to stay here in America because like this she can send money to her family in Morocco. Peggy has already found an apartement in Brooklyn and a nice roommate.

Steve and Bucky moved back to their shared apartement. Dernier and Falsworth went back home before I woke up but were nice enough to send postcardes. I got one from London and one from Toulouse. Sanaa got two postcardes from London too. I guess Monty couldn't fit the whole text on one. The rest of the Commandos came to visit me once or twice before they went home too. Bucky came everyday sometimes twice and Steve came every two days.

Howard sent his butler to pick me up. I told him I could take a cab or the metro but he just wouldn't hear it. Howard even brought me new clothes everyday. I now have a whole new wardrobe, a pretty stylish one.

It's 7:28 pm and someone knocks on my door. I got a room on my own because of the  severe injury. "Come in" The door opens and  a tall man in an expensive-looking suit comes in. "Hello Miss Y/L/N. I am Edwin Jarvis, Mr. Stark's butler, I am here to pick you up and help you with your baggages." He sounds very professional with his accent. He must be a native londoner.  "Hello Mr. Jarvis. You came a little bit too early, two minutes to be exact." Is it normal that I feel embarassed because I don't have an accent.

The hospital doesn't have an elevator so he helps me to go down the stairs. I will probably have to wear a cast for the next month. After we get down to the first floor I sign all the papers and tell them that Howard will pay everything. We walk out the door and he goes to a new navy blue car. I follow him even though I can't walk normally. I hop over to him and he opens me the door. I thank him and smile.

He sits down in the driver's seat and starts the engine. We drive down the busy streets of New York City until we get to a small and calm neighborhood where most of the inhabitants are actors and other rich people. While we drive to the gate Mr. Jarvis pushes a button in the car and it opens. We drive to the front door where a woman with red, curly hair is already waiting.

Mr. Jarvis gets out of the car and helps me. He brings my cases and says: "This is Mrs. Ana Jarvis, she will show you your room." She instantly hugs me and for a moment I am taken aback but afterwards I hug her too.

We walk through long halls. At this point I don't even know on which floor I am on, I don't know if it's a good idea to leave my room. We get to my room and the first thing Mr. Jarvis says is: "The room has been cleaned and the sheets have been changed." It's probably not what he meant but my mind wanders to Howard's reputation. "Mr. Stark will take you shopping for new clothes tomorow together with Mrs. Jarvis."

More clothes? From Howard? How will that look? People will think things. Oh god! "I-I don't think I need any new clothes. I already got enough of them from Howard." Mrs. Jarvis holds up a hand and says: "The war is over, we have to celebrate. What better way to celebrate than spending a rich man's money in fancy shops." She has an accent too but I can't pinpoint it. Probably because it's so subtle.

Mr. Jarvis spoke up. "Ms. Y/L/N, will you have dinner tonight?" "I must ask you to call me Y/N and no, I think I'm going straight to bed" "Alright then, there are some things you should know. Going to the back gardens on your own is dangerous, Mr. Stark likes keeping exotic animals. Maxima Stark doesn't like humans, she is an alligator. If you need me for anything you can call me anytime before nine."

The couple starts leaving before I ask: "What happens at nine?" "My wife and I go to bed" "Oh, alright, good night." "Good night"

While I talked to Mrs. Jarvis Mr. Jarvis filled my closet with the clothes I got from Howard. I walk over to it and pick a nightgown. I'm not used to silk clothes but I like it. I fall on the bed and get a bit confused. When I was in Europe I would sleep on the ground, use rocks for pillows like a caveman. Now I'm 'home', lying in 'my' bed and it's like... Lying on a marshmallow, feel like I'm going to sink to the floor. Before I can think about it longer I fall asleep.