My Promise

9

"Maman, Maman!" A sweet little french accent came from the blond white-haired girl. Abigail was packing her bags for a trip that Howard needed her to do.

The girl ran into her bunk. She was wearing a long light blue wool sleeve shirt, and black skirt, with a knee high skirt. She must have been seventeen, eighteen. "Look, Heather braided my hair!"

"Am I pretty maman?" She twirled.

Abigail turned to her. Her pale face littered with freckles. Her long hair was in a ladder braid. "You are beautiful love."

Abigail walked up to her and held her face. "Je t'aime maman."She gave her a smile.

"I love you too me:mo'le."

Abigail quickly sat up and looked at the girl. The girl stared back at her.

"Clarisse." Tears were in her eyes for the third time today.

The girl ran, and jumped on the bed with them, and wrapped herself around Abigail. She hugged her back.

"Maman, maman, I'm so sorry." She cried in her shoulder. Abigail didn't respond, in fear of waking The Solider.

When they separated, Clarisse went to check on The Solider. She moved some hair out of his face and then listened to his heartbeat.

She put a hand on his head, and a white light emitted from her hand.

"She's dreaming about you maman. It's a nice dream." She smiled at him. She took her hand off his head. "Ever since you came back, he's been sleeping better." Abigail contemplated to wake him up.

"Solider, wake up, it's five." She laughed as he held her waist tighter, wrapping his metal arm around her too.

"That's to early doll, wake me up at twelve." He snuggles into her more.

"It's five in the afternoon." She laughed. Bucky lifted his head and huffed.

"What's for dinner?" He asked he put his head back down.

"I don't know." She looked back at Clarisse, who was sitting on the ceiling.

"Ice cream." She said out loud. Abigail looked back down at The Solider.

"Want ice cream?" She said, playing with his hair.

"Yeah." He mumbled, falling back to sleep.

"Maman, where is the WindMaker?" She asked her. Abigail shrugged her shoulders. She tried getting up, but Bucky's grip was tight.

"Solider, let go. I need a drink."

"No, stay, sleep with me, please." He whimpered. "I don't want you to have another panic attack, you've had them for the past two days."

He rubbed his eyes. She felt her heart explode. She bent down and kissed his head.

"I'll be fine, it's just a drink. I'll come right back." He was hesitant, but slowly let his arms fall from her.

She got off the bad, but bucky grabbed her wrist.

"Get me a drink too, please." His hand fell to hers. She squeezed, and let it fall to the bed.

She closed the door behind her. Clarisse was on her trail. When they made it to the kitchen, The WindMaker was there. Abigail told Clarisse to stay put.

"Oh, hello Abigail, did you sleep well?"

"Yes I did, oh, and I brought you a friend!" Abigail smiled, and Clarisse walked out from behind the wall.