My Promise

20

Bucky woke up in Abigail's cell. He sat up, holding one of her pillows. He rubbed his head.

"I guess I fell asleep." He mumbled.

He put the pillow back and stood up. He walked out of the cell, his foot steps hitting the cold tiled floor and echoed threw the hall way.

He sat at the edge of the building. He pulled his grey jacket closer to him. He stole one of Abigail's cigarettes, and blew out a puff of smoke. He knew back then he smoked, but he didn't smoke a lot, only when he was super stressed, an right now, he was more than stressed, with what life gave him an how to deal with it.

Only one thought lingered in his mind. He could tell Abigail, when she came back, that he was Bucky, but he would have to tell Steve first, so he wouldn't have a damn heart attack when he saw him in his old hair style. He decide that he'll have Steve cut it, and then shave himself, then tell Abigail that he was Bucky and explain why it took him so long to tell her. Then maybe, she'll love him. Nah that wouldn't work. He let out a frustrated breath, and looked out.

He watched the city move. He watched the little yellow lights ran next to the line of red lights, he listened to the clubs playing there music rumble from building near by, and felt the wind blow his messy hair, he smelt the clean air, which was cleaner than the one below. The city of  thousand lights and million dreams, a place that he loved so dearly with his heart, but now, he fears it. A H.Y.D.R.A agent maybe down there and ready to strike and drag him back to his personal hell, and he'll never see anyone ever again, not Abigail, Steve, Natasha, hell, even Sam.

He sighed and let his feet dangle from the edge. He wondered how him and Abigail broke it off. He didn't want to know actually, he had this feeling of guilt and self hatred when he thought about their break up. Did they break up? Maybe they didn't, but that was wishful thinking. He did see the red head guy basically making her fall in love with him, and the feeling of losing her had hit him hard, and when she gave him that look of interest, it did make him run away from them. What if that was after they broke up, and she was already flirting with other men.

This thought made his head hurt and his heart heavy. He took one last big puff of the cigarette and flicked the butt, watching it fall until it disappeared from sight. The sent of tobacco fill his nose as he let the smoke out slowly. He heard walking coming up behind him, but didn't turn. Natasha took a seat beside him.

"What are you doing up here all by your lonesome?" She asked.

"Just thinking." He sighed.

"That's a bad thing. What's the real reason?"

"Just things I guess." He answered too quietly.

They sat in silence, her red hair blowing all direction as if the wind was playing with her hair. Natasha didn't know what to do. She did like him, a lot, they were pretty close before, hell he let her braid his hair when she asked with out even think about it and let his guard down so she could sneak up and scare him when she was around, but ever since Abigail came back and that he was getting memories back, most of them where when they were together, he seems to be chasing after her and giving her all of his attention.

"Have you ever been in love Nat?"

"What?" She asked.

"Have you ever been in love?" He staried forward, a blank look on his face.

"Yeah, once." She look down to the streets below.

"What happned?"

"He went back to the girl who treated him like she didn't know who he I, and yet I don't know why he kept chasing her. They broke up many times, but he was still in love with her."