My Promise

48

Abigail was cooking some eggs in a small apartment. It's been three years since Abigail and Bucky ran away together. It also had been some bad stuff to happen, Bucky relapsed twice and she had to help him get his memories back, she had trouble controlling her new found powers and it was either she got hurt or Bucky did and that made her hate herself even more because of it but he reassured her it was okay every time and the nightmares they had. It was hard when she was the only one with the nightmare but now that Bucky also gets them it was either one of them or both of them suffering from it at the same time. It was hard but they got through with it.

There was an upside though. Within the first few months, Abigail and Bucky finally got married, in Belgium. They had to hide there for a while but while they were there they got their marriage legalized, they even tried for a kid, she hasn't gotten pregnant yet but they were still hoping. They got a little apartment in Romania and they were happy finally. They loved the scenery and the city they lived in now. They missed Brooklyn of course but they decide that it was time to move on with life and press the restart button. And they were glad they did.

She had finished making the eggs when a cold and warm arm wrapped around her waist. The feeling of stubble touching her ear made her squeal which led to a coughing fit. He turned her around to check if she was okay. It was hard for her to get used to the new environment out here. The past few days she's been throwing up and feeling light-headed.

"Are you okay, love?" He asked her.

"Yeah. You Europeans giving me your sicknesses." She with a slight rasp.

"You can't blame us for everything." He laughed as he grabbed a cup of water for her.

"I'm a native, it's what we do." She said after she took a big gulp.

"Whatever." He pulled her in and began to sway.

"What are you doing?" She asked with a yawn and rested her head on his chest.

"Dancin' with a pretty lady." He said lowly, his Brooklyn accent coming out.

She adored that accent so much. She looked up at him and kissed him on the lips before returning her head back to his chest. It's been like this and she forgot how much she missed it until she was in his arms again, she swore that she would never say no to him wanting to dance with her and she's kept to her promise.

She felt the sudden urge to throw up, pushing Bucky away and barely making it to the sink to spew chunks. She coughed and choked as Bucky helped to make sure she brought everything up safely. She pulled back, wiping her mouth.

"Do you want to lay down?" He asked, worried about her.

"No, no I'm fine, just had to get out of me." She laughed.

He watched as she scooped some of the eggs on the plates but he also noticed that she was about to drop them. He grabbed the plate from her trembling hands.

"Maybe you should lay down..." He said, grabbing the spatula from her hand.

"I'm fine, James. Just a little sick, I can handle my own." She lifted her arms an flexed her non-existent muscles. "If I can survive Pneumonia twice, I can survive this."

"Yeah right, you nearly died when you got it." He laughed.

"Shut up." Abigail said, making him laugh.

"Just laugh down before you collapse."

She sighed,  slowly walking to the bed and falling onto the bed. He laughed and carried the plates to the bed too. He sat down, Abigail sitting next to him, their backs towards the closed window. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"So, how was it outside?" She asked, shoving a small forkful of eggs into her mouth.

"You know, as outside as it gets."

"Haha, very funny. Is it still cold?"

"Yeah, I got you more cough drops and some thing to stop you throwing up."

"You are the best, James." She said, kissing his cheek.

She put the half eaten plate on the floor, yawning g tiredly. Bucky placed his empty plate under hers, looking back at her.

"Any luck?" He asked, resting his metal hand on her stomach.

"No, sadly, but I feel next time will be it." She gave him a sad smile.

"Are you sure? What if there something wrong with me? I don't really now what H.Y.D.R.A. did to me, Abi..."

"It might be me. They did cut me open." She placed her hand on his. "But if we can't have one, we could always adopt."

"Adopt?" He said confused.

"Yeah. There are thousands of children with no homes, and we can give them a home. We can change there lives for the better."

"And how would we do that? We are barely changed our lives for the better. I mean we live in a old, disgusting apartment. No really child friendly..."

"But, once I get better I could get a job and support the family. See, all they need is a home, which we got. Meals, which you and I known how to cook. And love, and, we got plenty of that, we got extra. So, what about we adopt?" She gave him a happy smile.

He sighed. "I don't know how you do it, but I'm for it. And I really do hope we could have a child of our own."

Abigail wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him into a kiss, falling back onto the bed, him getting in between. The rest of the afternoon was filled with kissing and loving in each other. Both not knowing in a couple of months this was about to change again.