Safe Haven | B. Barnes

take two

Angie slipped into the tire swing as she tried for the millionth time to push herself away from the tree. The sun was setting and her favorite yet dreaded time of day was approaching. A golden hue set over every thing before her and the shade of the tree was useless. She didn't mind too much though. The heat warmed her back pleasantly.

Morgan, Qui'Zia and Lily were all sitting on a spot of the large yard where white clovers grew rampantly, plucking the little white weeds with the longest stems to tie into little crowns.

The boys in the background were playing their own version of football and wrestling, having the time of their lives.

Angie heaved a satisfied sigh and rested her cheek against the rough black rubber holding her up. Had it not been for the violent discussion inside, this would have been very beautiful indeed.

Angie couldn't help but let her mind wander to the thought of Mr. Barnes. His arm had grown back somehow, something that confused the girl. Would her arm grow back somehow someday?

It was the sound of the front door that interrupted Angie's thoughts, along with the other kids activities. Two people stepped out, one being the woman with red hair and the man Angie saw on the TV sometimes. They both got into the car they came in and drove off, the screech of tires being loud enough for them all to flinch.

Mama Marge stepped out onto the porch and watched the car drive off, a scowl settled deeply on her face. Marge didn't like Tony Stark, and she definitely didn't like him around her kids. It was arranged that he come back on a day where the kids were at school, as long as he didn't cause unwanted attention.

Once the car could no longer could be seen, Marge turned toward where the kids were. All of the kids were looking after where the car had drove off to, but Angie was already looking at Mama Marge. A smile settled on the older woman's face before she called out for the kids.

"Kids come inside and get washed up for desset! Uncle Sam volunteered to make it!" Marge spoke loud enough for all of them to hear, it was quickly after that that they all began running toward the door. With a huff, Angie pulled herself from the tire swing and began walking toward the door as well.

Angie walked slowly, feeling too tired to run. Mama Marge watched her as she climbed up the steps, then put a hand on the small girls shoulders as to guide her inside the house. The door was closed behind them and Angie departed from Marge.

Bucky sat on a chair in the kitchen, from there he saw Angie walk up the stairs, which was a perfect view from the kitchen entryway. Steve was at the counter attempting to assist Sam with his voluntold duty. However, Sam insisted he shouldn't help.

"Marge, you don't even have ice cream. What am I supposed to give them?," Sam spoke, humor heavy in his voice. Marge walked in at that moment, a frown on her face.

"Really, Sam?" Marge reprimanded him, but all Sam did was chuckle and then leave the room. Marge went over to Steve and began helping him with whatever he was doing. After a few moments, Bucky decided to try and help too.

It was confusing for him and when he ended up almost cutting off his new metal finger while slicing strawberries, he decided to tap out. Bucky instead went into the living room and watched TV with Sam until Marge called the food was ready. The adults in the house laughed as they heard the thunderous steps of the children running down the stairs, their bickering filling the house.

Bucky had grown used to the sit downs he had with everyone, he had even grown to enjoy them. It made him feel a little less lonely and even instilled some happiness into him.

Angie was the last one down, but she had quickly pulled herself into a chair next to Bucky. She craved the feeling of safety she had felt with him earlier, it was unusual for her to feel safe with anyone. The only things that made her feel peace was this house along with Mamma Marge.

The small girl quickly finished her dessert before excusing herself. Bucky watched as she walked up the stairs for the second time that night, wondering what Angie was going to do. Bucky knew it wasn't anything to do with sleep.

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Hi guys! This is my first chapter that I've officially written and haven't just edited. I know it's short but it's the best I could do! You may notice a change in writing style, as me and the original author have a different one, but I hope it doesn't effect your enjoyment of the book.