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

Chapter 7: Valeriy Ayers - A Little Cup of Water (Part III)

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Who knew if he was even watching the movie at this point. Whenever I paused, he didn't let me rest long, nudging back against my arm for more.

"So..." Eve half hummed at my ear. "Devon's been trying to get a hold of you. Decided to go through me this time. Forwarded the messages onto your phone. Kept you offline on everything."

'Of course he'd contact me when I was thinking what he would do with a broken ass person....'

Clumsily, I reached back with my foot trying to pluck my phone off the night table with my toes. With one hand still scratching Bucky's head, the other navigated through the apps.

If I were frolicking through social media, my parents would probably assume I was just off playing rather than hiding from Jekyll.

Hey. Are you free on the June 20th? There's a concert at Walt Disney Concert Hall.

The same words sent to me via all the ways a person could probably message me shy of snail mail.

Apologies. I have been rather caught up with the family business and I didn't see any of your messages until Eve told me abo

'Nope,' I chirped in my head, my thumb holding down backspace.

Why the hell these words decided to weave themselves together in that odd order, I had no idea.

Yo! What's up! Been long! Haha didn't see your messages. Holy cow! The Walt Disney Conc

'Nope! Nope! Much nope! So much nope!'

Hey. Sorry I just read your messages. I won't be able to make it. My schedule's rather ful

'I don't know how to reply....'

I wasn't going to drag Jekyll to Devon's concert, but I really wanted to go. This would be the first concert he'd invite me to that I wouldn't be able to go to.

"You should go," suggested a deep voice to my left.

My eyes snapped up from the screen and landed on Bucky who had resettled against the pillow mountain. The lightness in his tone hit me like a freight train. "W-wh....wha...?"

His shoulder rolled back, using the movement to peer up at me. "You should – Awww."

His metal finger gently jabbed at my cheek.

"Look who's blushing. You like him, don't you?"

An absolutely infectious toothy grin pulled across his face, eyes crinkling at the corners.

'Am – am I...? Dream...? Wha?'

"You do! I got this."

With those words, he reached over, plucking something from my fingers.

"So, is this Devon handsome?"

Was that teasing in his voice?!

'What the fuck's going on!?!'

The moving animation stilled into a picture. A picture of Devon and I in Santorini, mid-jump in between two buildings. A bloody selfie.

"He is a handsome one."

'...Is that my pho – HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!'

I jumped for my phone, but Bucky's hand shot up, moving away from me.