Mosaic (Bucky Barnes X OC / Winter Soldier x OC)

Chapter 6: Bucky Barnes - Slip n' Slide (Part I)

Author's Note:

A huge thanks to aereul for editing the chapters thus far. She's also the one who encouraged me to write this story when I planned out the story with no plans to actually write it.

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I'm always trying to improve my ability to pull a person into a character's headspace or feel their emotions, and your feedback will help me know if what I'm trying for is working or not. Even an emoticon or button smashing tells me something useful and can influence what I write more or less of.

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"Val!" a male voice boomed from below. From the first floor. Someone was in the house. At 0259.

"Daddy! How are you?" the young woman chirped.

Her voice higher than usual. Almost too cheerfully. Maybe a warning to stay away.

"Hi, Mum! I hope things are well."

I couldn't help but tense up. Searching for potential places to hide.

Running for it. That wasn't an option. Hydra was out there.

But in here, her parents. They'd turn me in.

She should have turned me in.

"We're well," the male, likely her father, stated. "Baku is beautiful as always. You should come here some time. Maybe on an assignment. You'd enjoy it."

"Okay."

"How is everything? Did you manage to bring in Wegner?"

"Wegner's on board."

"Mr. Barnes, please calm down. They're not actually in the house," the A.I. ghost whispered in the room I've been sleeping in. Using the closest speaker to me. "It's something akin to a telephone call. So long as they don't know you're here, everything will be fine."

"Daddy is proud of you. I knew you would be able to bring him into the company."

Curiosity got the better of me. My legs moved of their own accord.

"Mr. Barnes?"

What else had phone calls become?

The dial turned into buttons on a screen. Wires were no longer much of a thing. And they were so much smaller. They fit in a pocket.

But at this volume, it wasn't something people would put against their ears.

"Eve told us you were almost kidnapped again," this time a woman's voice rung through. Probably her mother. "You had us so worried. Are you hurt?"

For a brief second, our eyes met.

Panic.

Pure panic in those gray eyes.

Her hand next to the laptop flicked out. Likely dismissing me. Before going back to insistent drumming.

"Uhhh dislocated my ankle...?" the young woman mumbled.

"You're always so reckless."

The young woman's hand fisted into white knuckled grip. Eyes trained on the screen in front of her.