Words On My Skin

Chapter 20

Author's Note: Sorry it takes a while for me to update! I'm working on 3 different series, at the moment! Anywhoo, I hope you enjoy! Shit's gunna' start making sense, soon! LOL

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Y/n,

You and your mother need to reconcile.

She's irritating when you argue.

Dinner is at 7pm, tonight.

Bring your soulmate.

I want to meet him.

Kind regards,

Bokamoso L/n

Staring at the email in a panic, eyes as wide as saucers, and heart jackhammering against your chest, you let your head drop to the cool glass of your desk – trying to slow your heart rate before you ended up with a text or visit from Bucky.

An email from your father was not what you were expecting to receive so early in the morning. You hadn't spoken to him – face to face or via media – in years... not really. You'd receive a generic email at each birthday or holiday – along with a paper check that you'd send through the shredder – but you'd never had an actual conversation or real 'hello'.

You hadn't even had your coffee, yet...

So much for your tranquil morning.

Last night, Bucky had a nightmare that resulted in both of you waking up in a panic, because of the bond. He'd rarely had them, since you'd been sleeping in the same bed basically every night. The physical contact usually chased away the dreams, for reasons you barely understood, but last night had been a doozey. You both woke at the same time, in a dazed panic, reaching out for each other. It took an hour for the both of you to calm down, before you sprung out of bed and ran to Wanda's door.

Wanda kept a stash of weed in her jewelry box and was always talking about it putting her right to bed so... after a short explanation, you'd handed her a wad of cash and bought it all from her.

Bucky had been a little reluctant, since he'd never actually smoked anything other than cigarettes before, but he was willing to try anything to calm himself down after a little convincing. He'd said, previously, that he'd be open to the idea. He'd even asked Dr. Banner if it was even possible for him to get high, since he couldn't get drunk.

So, like a couple of teenagers, you'd snuck up to the roof and 'smoked the reefer', as Tony would jokingly say. Thankfully, Wanda had given you a little glass 'bowl' to smoke from, because you hadn't smoked since... Jesus, since your Freshman year of college. It was freezing up on the roof, due to the chilled, late November air, and you wrapped yourself in one of Bucky's warmest sweatshirts and a throw blanket.

Unfortunately for you, the bond made you... a little higher than you were expecting.

You slept like a goddamned baby.

The tranquil morning you'd told yourself you were having was all fine and dandy, up until the stupid email came through.

"Ms. L/n, this is a reminder that you have an appointment in approximately one hour." FRIDAY reminded you. Hey, you didn't even jump this time! "Mr. Stark would also like to ask you if you'd bring him a – in his words – 'bomb as hell coffee drink'."

You laughed aloud, shaking your head before glancing at the machines you'd set up in the corner to make everyone's favorite drinks. "Tell him that his payment for the drink is the definition of the word: Aspersion."