Chapter 27

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The connecting tone rings in my ear as I place my clothes in the hotel wardrobe. Holding the phone between my cheek and shoulder, I open the mission notes and lie them in rows on the double bed with the patchwork covers.

"Ste?" A voice shouts and I smile.

"Hey, Bucky."

"You left me in the middle of the night?" He yells.

"You know I hate goodbyes." I point out.

"I didn't get to say goodbye to you or anything! There were things I needed to say and you just left Steve." He argues.

"Bucky...please. This is the first time I'm talking to you today, do you really want to spend this time fighting?" I say.

"No." he grumbles.

"I know you're angry, but I always planned to leave at 3am, it was so much easier for us. Now, can we stop talking about it please?"

"Fine." He gives in.

"Thank you."

"I miss you." He whispers and his voice is so much quieter through the phone.

"I miss you too, pal."

"What have you been doing today?" He asks.

"Just a briefing on the Agents abduction." I partly lie.

"Sounds fun, that's the best bit." He teases.

"Haha."

"Kitty, hold on. Ste, Kitty wants to talk." Bucky is interrupted.

"Stevie!" Kitty shouts.

"Hey, sweetie. How are you?"

"Fine. Bucky let plait his hair today." She announces.

I smile, picturing Bucky sat down with Kitty plaiting his long hair. Sitting on the bed, I lean my back against the headboard and stretch my legs in front of me.

"Aw, did you make him look pretty?"

"Yes! And had popcorn and pizza and coke."

"That sounds really fun." I say.

"Bucky read night story."

"What did he read?" I question.

"Mr Men."

"Sounds like you're having lots of fun with Bucky." I comment.

"Yeah, but miss you, Stevie." She mumbles, her voice cracking slightly.

"I'll be home soon, sweetheart and then we can play for days." I promise.

"Yay!"

"Now, can you pass the phone to Bucky please, I don't have a lot of time left?"

"Yeah, bye bye Stevie, love you." She says.

"Bye, love you too Kitty." I reply.

"Hey." Bucky's voice drones through he phone.

"You let Kitty braid your hair?" I ask.

"Um...no." He mumbles.

"That's cute."

"When are you coming home?"

"Three weeks, Bucky." I remind him.

"No sooner?"

"No, sorry." I whisper.

"Do you still promise to talk to me every day?" He quizzes.

"Yes, I promise Buck."

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