Winter's Widow

Chapter 2

Natasha's pov:

I'm laying in bed, and my hands hurt. I'm actually kind of glad he stopped me. I was being stubborn. Very. I should really apologize, but Bucky left, and I'm on house arrest. I'll just have to apologize when he comes back. I feel bad for lashing out at him like that. He was just trying to help me. I was so rude to him. If he didn't hate me before, he definitely does now. Why was I acting like that towards him? Great. Now I'm not going to be able to forget this for the rest of the day... and long after. I skipped breakfast and lunch... I'm starving. I'm not going to get a snack though. I can't bring myself to go out there right now. Maybe tomorrow. I'm still too embarrassed. I guess I'll starve.

Knock knock

"Who is it?" I ask.

Tap tap

Something metal taps on the door handle.

"..."

"Come in, Barnes."

The door slowly opens to reveal the Winter Soldier, and he slid in quickly shutting the door. He looked sad. He was holding a plastic bad. He walks over to me and grabs something out of the bag. A little tube that looks like something you would find in your medicine cabinet, and a chocolate bar. He hands me the items.

"That will help the wounds recover faster." He said softly. He sounded guilty. He wouldn't make eye contact with me. That's partly my fault. Neither of us could look the other in the eye.

"I-I'm - uh - sorry." I choked.

"For what?" He asked, looking honestly confused.

"For acting the way that I did - back there." I partly mumble.

"No no, it's ok. You didn't do anything wrong." He also partly mumbled. We both clearly felt a bit awkward.

"Uhm, get better." He said with a sigh, as he made his way towards the door.

"Thanks" I said as he opened the door. He looked back at me for a second, and then left.

That was a train wreck.

I open up the chocolate bar and take a bite. I was starving. I finished the whole thing in a few minutes. I slowly unraveled the gauze, applied the stuff in the tube, and then wrapped the gauze around my hand again. It felt a little better.

I won't forget his sad, icy, blue eyes when he took hold of my wrist. Looked like they had been frosted over. It was obvious. He hated me, didn't he?

Bucky's pov:

After I left Natasha's room, I rushed to my own. I locked the door and fell on my bed. That was a disaster. I hope she likes that brand of chocolate.

"I think she hates me now." I say to myself. Not like there's anything I can do about it now. I'll just have to deal with it. It's so hard though. When she apologized, she had to choke it out. That 'Thanks' sounded sad too. When I grabbed her wrists, her emerald eyes pierced through me. (Her little wrists were so small I could wrap my entire hand around them with ease.) We are not on good terms right now, it seems.

Steve's pov:

"I think she hates me now." I hear from Bucky's room as I pass. It sounded sad. He was clearly talking about Natasha, and everything that happened today. She doesn't hate him. She likes him, Bucky is just oblivious to it. I see it though. Everyone does. They like each other, but can't see it themselves. They're idiots. Some of my favorite idiots, and I'm going to set them up.