Till The End

Chapter 9

"I'm still mad at you." Bucky announces.

"I know." I reply, handing him a set of Kitty's clothes that I just brought in the car.

Last night I went back to the safe flat, I put all of Kitty's stuff in the car and took them home, back in the right places in her room.

"But you're the only one who brought the car." Bucky points out.

"Yes. I'll wait out here." I mutter.

Bucky takes the clothes and storms into the hospital. After about half an hour, I see him walking out with Kitty asleep in his arms. I open the back seat door and he places her in her seat, strapping her in. Climbing into the car, I wait for Bucky to sit in the passenger seat next to me. But looking in the mirror, I see him sit in the back seat.

Reaching home, Bucky carries Kitty up to her room and I stay stood at the front door. There's something different about the house. The doorbell on the outside, the mirror in the hallway and the painting by the front door are all gone.

"Bucky?" I ask.

He races down the stairs, stopping on the final step. I suddenly notice what he's wearing, a pair of jeans and one of my polo shirts.

"Where are the doorbell, mirror and painting?" I question.

"They um...got damaged." He mutters, running his hand through his hair and storming off into the kitchen.

I follow him into the kitchen. Bucky pours a glass of diet coke and stands with his back leaning against the counter. I walk in, stopping to stand in front of him. Bucky looks up, confusion written over his face.

"I'm sorry. I can't show you how sorry I am for what I did. I made a mistake and I can't take it back." I say.

"I know you're sorry." He mutters, but he clenches his hands into fists.

Wrapping my hands around his, I uncurl his fingers and hold his hands. Slowly kneeling down, I look up at him hopefully.

"Please, Bucky. I want things back to how they were before. I want us back to how we were. Please, Buck." I whisper.

Gradually Bucky kneels down to, gripping my hands tighter. He leans his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes. The second I tilt my head up to look at him, he forces his lips onto mine. They're soaked with desperation and are slightly salty. Bucky's been crying.

Pulling away, I place my palms on his cheeks, making him look up at me. His eyes are swimming with tears, and filled with confusion and passion.

"Will you forgive me?" I ask.

"Yes." He whispers.

He raises a hand, placing it on top of mine on his left cheek. Bucky mumbles something under his breath, banging his forehead against mine lightly and rubbing his nose on mine.

"What did you just say?" I quiz.

"I love you, Ste." He whispers, then kisses me again.

It's so deep. Perfect. Full of mixed emotions. It's like Bucky's loosing me and he's trying to get me back with this kiss. I pull him closer, slipping my arms around his waist. Grabbing him, I drag him into my lap so he's kneeling either side of my legs. His hand slides around to hold the back of my neck.

I have to push him away before i pass out from not breathing. We're both gasping for breath.

"I love you too, Bucky."

He smiles. He used to smile a lot, but now it's different. Bucky's eyes are genuinely sparkling with love and care.

"I won't let Hydra hurt you. You're mine and I will protect you from them. They're not going to get anywhere near you." I promise.