Chapter 3: The All American Dream

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Bucky sets the rest of his food on the counter and eyes Selene, he reaches into the back of his jeans and sets a knife on the table, the handle pointed towards Selene, she sees it, pretends she hasn't.

"So....you're here to fix me?" Bucky asks, Selene shrugs in response. "Cause they tried....." he tells her looking to his chicken.

"If you think I can't help you, that's fine.....I'll leave...no hard feelings" she reaches for the knife and turns the handle towards Bucky. He watches her do it and frowns at the knife. She pulls her hand back. "Nothing's even been decided yet" Bucky turns the knife handle back towards her. "No ones going to force you to do anything you don't want" Selene reaches for the knife and turns the handle back to him again.

"I told Steve I didn't want any more help" Bucky glares at the knife. "What can you do that Wilson hasn't already tried.....or Banner....." she shrugs as he turns the knife back, handle to her.

"I was like you once" she tells him, Bucky looks to her then scoffs.

"No one is like me" he tells her. She smirks and reaches out to turn the knife again, Bucky grabs her wrist. "Why do you keep doing that?" he asks.

"Why do you?" she asks back. Bucky looks to the knife.

"I don't know" he mumbles.

"I do.....You do it, so I can defend myself against you....you make sure there is a weapon between whoever you are talking to and yourself....you do it so I can put you down if I need to" she leans back pulling her hand from his grip. "I know that....because I used to do the same..." he looks to her as she walks away. Bucky rubs the back of his neck and slots the knife back into the back of his jeans and grabs his bowl of chicken.

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Selene pulls on her coat as Natasha looks over her gun. Steve glances to Selene.

"So....what did you think?" Selene pauses and takes her guns from Natasha before looking to Steve.

"I thought he'd be worse" she answers. Steve frowns.

"Worse? How could he be worse?"

"He's not a raving mad psychopath" Selene answers. "He's just a little bit lost......" she smiles warmly at Steve. "Keep trying.....he says he doesn't want your help.....but he needs you, Steve...." She glances to her watch. "I need to get home before the sun rises" she tells Natasha. Bucky snorts behind them.

"What you allergic to the sun or something?" Steve smirks at the tease, Selene chuckles.

"Or something" she answers with a smirk and a look to Natasha who smirks back. "Call me....and don't wait until Hydra falls...or you need an assassin fixed" she teases looking to Bucky who huffs puffing out his chest. Natasha looks to Selene.

"You could call as well, Babushka"

"Mmalen'kiy pauk" Selene tells her.

"I'll walk out with you" Natasha and Selene walk away, Bucky watches the older woman go. Steve raises an eyebrow at his friend.

"So, still against that help?" Bucky rubs the back of his neck and shrugs.

"She doesn't seem so bad.....I guess.....we can try"

"That's the spirit" Steve pats his shoulder. "Want a beer?"

"Sure" the two of them head into the kitchen. "Hey, why did Nat call her babushka?"

"Babushka?"

"Grandmother" Steve shrugs.

"No idea"

"Weird" Bucky mumbles.

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Selene opens her car door and smiles at Natasha.

"Gotchaself a cutie pie, didn't you?" Selene teases. Natasha chuckles. "The All America dream"

"Okay, okay" Natasha nudges Selene. "It really is great to see you, Selene...and of course you are still as beautiful as ever" Selene smiles at her.

"It's the virus...."

"I know but still...."

"I've offered it to you plenty of times"

"Yeah, no, I have enough ghosts from the last 32 years......I don't know how you keeps yours at bay when you've lived longer" Selene gives her a sad smile.

"I don't...I just learn to live with them" Selene sighs. "You call me if Barnes changes his mind" Natasha nods.

"I will....." they share a warm look before Selene climbs into the car.

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Selene strokes the hair of a very nice, albeit pimply delivery boy, who lays prone on her sofa. His palm cut and dripping into a glass on the floor, she can't risk drinking from the source, she strokes along his cheek and down his neck.

"Young adults are so much more delicious...." she tells him, his eyes unfocused and trying to watch her. "All those hormones just swimming around........" she grabs his wrist and raises his hand to her lips, her eyes turn neon blue as she slick along the cut with a moan.

"Please....." she looks to him.

"Please, what?" she asks, her bright eyes shining in the dark of her apartment.

"Please.......more" she smirks and licks his hand again before kissing along his wrist and arm, along his elbow and biceps, his shoulder and neck before leaning over and kissing him, he kisses her back as she lets his hand fall back to the side, the blood dripping into the glass again.

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Bucky dreams of hauntingly bright blue eyes staring down at him in the cold snow and phantom pain in his missing arm.

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