Mosaic (Bucky Barnes X OC / Winter Soldier x OC)

Chapter 16: Bucky Barnes - Pretty Peach Dress (Part III)

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'I'm okay. I'm okay. Just a little longer. I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm not okay. This is not okay. I need to get out. I can't... I ca –'

"Use number three," a whisper of the A.I. ghost coming from the ear of the brunette driving.

The tension. The headache. The panic. All of it becoming too overwhelming as the car rolled to a stop.

At least there weren't any lineups. Less time in this suit.

"Good morning," the brunette greeted, handing over three passports to the border guard.

"...Another group earlier wore the exact same dress as the three of you," the officer noted. Vested and armed.

'This is not going to go well.'

"Oh shucks. I was hoping to be earlier than them. Bridesmaids. Wedding's in a few hours. We lost these two last night." Her head tilting back towards us.

"Wild night, I'm guessing."

"Any other way to go?"

The man gave a partially forced laugh. "Could you pop the trunk?"

At a push of a button, a thunk sounded behind me. All I wanted was to run. Run from all of this.

"Any of you fired a gun recently?" the officer asked.

"Yes," I automatically answered.

My voice.

That was not my voice.

"Vodka shot guns!!! Woohooo!!" the blonde next to me cheered, arms waving about. Voice forced through her nose and the once lower tones turned high. Words slurring together. "Vodka! Vodka! Vodka! Where's the gun...?"

The harsh 'V' sounds grating on my brain.

"No more alcohol for you. You need to sober up," the driver responded after a moment's pause. She recognized that voice, and she wasn't expecting it.

"Vodka."

"No."

"Fine," the blonde huffed. Pouting and crossing her arms.

The border guard walked around to the back of the car. "...Where did you go for the bachelorette party?"

"The Big Apple," giggled the blonde as she climbed about the seat to peer at the guard over the back. Every gesture a calculated movement. Right down to the way her feet bounced up and down. The lightness and ease once there was gone. "What are you doing in a few hours? I need a date for this shindig."

"Vicky!" the driver cried. "No! I'm so sorry about her, Officer. Please ignore her."

The man merely shook his head at them. "Are you bringing anything back from your trip?"

"Souvenirs like mugs and keychains. And she got five Pokémon plushies, and that one bought some books," the brunette repeated without pause from the voice in her ear.

Having checked the few bags in the trunk, the officer moved back to the side. "I need to check what's in that bag."

The blonde grinned, unzipping the pack I knew contained the various drugs used to fill the darts along with the revolver itself. This was bad. This was very bad. "Here you go!"