Never forgotten ~ Bucky Barnes

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Walking towards the chestnut tree, where I last left Steve drawing a wishing well, my boots quietly thumping on the ground beneath me as I approach my destination. Stepping onto the, frail dry, grass, my long brown braided hair swishes slightly behind me as I glance down at the kite that's perched under my arm.

I look back up to the tree expecting to still see Steve drawing, only to find an empty spot with his drawing book and the one pencil he owns. Crouching down I pick up his things, while making sure I don't drop the kite, and stuff them in my pant pocket. When I get back on my feet, I take a full turn slowly to see if I can spot Steve anywhere. After not spotting him I sigh, deciding to go back home and wait till Steve gets back. Knowing Steve he's probably gotten him self into a fight he can't get out of (purely because he's stubborn).

Twisting round to start my journey back to our apartment, I hear a couple shouts. Facing to my right I see a boy get pushed out a alley by another boy slightly taller.

"And don't come Back!" He shouts at the bully. Seeing the commotion I run over to the alley, my boots slapping against the stone ground. Slowing down as I arrive, I take a deep breath to get air in my lungs. Only to completely stop in my tracks, there Steve was a bust lip with a trail of blood leaking down. A horrible combination of purple, blue and black forming around his sky blue left eye already. A small delicate smile tuggs at his lips, while talking to the boy who kicked the bully out the alley, eyes glancing up to the boy happiness evident in his eyes.

"God Steve, ya have got to stop doing this kind of thing. It's going to get ya killed" I say as I approach the two. Both pairs of eyes darting to my figure. Amusement in Steve's eyes, yet confusion in the strangers steel blue ones.

When I'm close enough I pull Steve into a hug, wrapping my arms around his neck, on instinct his skinnier arms wrap around my waist. After a few long seconds we pull apart and I place a kiss to Steve's cheek. Pivoting on my foot I face back to the stranger, while raising an eyebrow.

"And who might you be?", I say up to the boy, while slipping my hand into my pant pocket taking Steve's book and pencil out giving them to him. A quiet 'thank you' is what I get as a respond.

"James Buchanan Barnes, ma'am, but everyone calls me Bucky. I didn't know Steve had a best girl" James says as his eyes flicker from Steve to me. This making both me and Steve look to each other, shortly followed by laughter erupting from our mouths. Confusion, once again clouding James eyes.

"You think me and Steve are dating. Heavens no. That would never happen." I speak. Clearing my throat I shove my hand forward.