the broken girl// steve rogers

chapter seventeen

s t e v e

Turns out Bucky wasn't that hard to find and HYRDA wasn't actually after him. His fear got that best of him, but I can't blame him. If I had gone through what he had gone through, my fear would've gotten the best of me too.

Bucky, Sam, and I have just been hiding out in England. We found this empty building and decided to make it home for a while. It was the best we could do at the moment.

I sipped my coffee, looking out the window out at the city. It was a foggy morning. It was peaceful, so freaking peaceful. New York was anything but peaceful. It was noisy, chaotic, and busy, but it was home. It will always be home.

"Yo, Steve!" Sam shouted, walking into the kitchen.

I turned around to look at him, "Yeah?"

"You got a letter. It's from Scarlett," he said and tossed the letter onto the table.

Scarlett. I haven't heard that name in almost a month. A long, lonely month. I miss hearing her name and I miss her. God, I miss her. I miss her so damn much.

"A letter? Really?" I asked.

"Is that a bad thing?" Sam asked back.

"No! I guess I'm just shocked," I answered, setting my coffee onto the table. I grabbed the envelope and just kinda stared at it.

Sam chuckled, "Yeah me too. I thought that she hated you. I think we all did,"

"Well, she could hate me. Maybe this letter is her telling me to never contact her again or to never return to New York,"

"I highly doubt it, Steve. That girl adores you so much, which makes me kinda sick, but it's sweet. She loves you man,"

"I love her too,"

Bucky walked in with a grocery bag and a box of donuts. He had a big goofy smile on his face, signaling that something must of happened. I just pray that's it's not something he did.

My eyes wandered to the bag, "Why are you so happy?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I got more plums and I got some donuts," he answered.

"Anything else?" Sam asked and snatched a donut from the box.

"Oh, I almost forgot. There's these 3 girls who wanna go to this club with us. They said that it would be a pretty good time," he said.

"How could you almost forget that?" Sam smiled and gave Bucky a fist bump. I remember when they hated each other, but now they're good friends. It still freaks me out.

My eyes wandered back down to the envelope and I couldn't focus on anything else but her handwriting. It was so perfect.

Bucky waved his hand in front of my face, "Earth to idiot,"

"Oh, sorry," I said.

"What are you looking at?" he asked, putting the groceries away.

"It's a letter," Sam answered.

"From who?"

"Scarlett,"