Only a Memory | Bucky Barnes

Chapter 24: argumentttt

I've just given up on chapter titles at this point xD

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"I think this is a bad idea."

Bucky looked Rebecca dead in the eyes, though he was trying to remain as calm as possible. He understood her situation, and he really did want to help her, but to say that he was slightly pissed off would be an understatement.

Rebecca looked up from her math homework, a confused look on her face that could have either been from the homework or Bucky's tone of voice.

Bucky didn't mean to slam the door behind him, but it happened anyways, causing Rebecca to flinch.

"What?" Rebecca asked, closing her binder. She looked relieved to have an excuse to put it aside for a moment.

"Moving away," Bucky said. "It's a bad idea."

She rolled her eyes. "Of course you'd say that."

"Don't be that way." Bucky took a deep breath and bit his lip, stopping himself from saying anything else.

"What way?"

"C'mon becca."

"What? Seriously."

"I just think that moving back to Russia won't solve anything," Bucky said bluntly.

"You don't even know what's going on." Rebecca stood up, immediately going into defence mode. "It's not like you ever asked."

Bucky was slightly perturbed by her sudden chance in attitude. He had always just assumed that it was best to leave Rebecca alone, and if she really wanted to talk to him she just would have.

"I— I just didn't—"

"You didn't think I wanted to talk about it?" Rebecca finished for him.

"Well, yeah," he admitted.

"That's just what people say, Bucky."

And that was the weird thing about people, Bucky thought. He always knew that he wasn't the best with dealing with people, and this was exactly why. They say something but mean the exact opposite. They don't say anything at all and expect you to understand and do something about it. This whole thing just made Bucky's head hurt more than an impossible algebra question.

"Okay, so tell me," Bucky said.

"Just like that?" She narrowed her eyes.

"Yeah. That's what you want, right?"

She looked a little taken aback, as if she hadn't Bucky to outright ask and wasn't actually prepared to explain everything. Bucky understood when she had kept everything buried for so long.

"Okay. . ." Rebecca started, a frown on her face. "Well, for starters I have friends in Russia."

"I don't," Bucky couldn't help but blurt out.

"You did."

"Not anymore," he said. "Look, things change. All you're doing is running away from your problems. You can't just. . .leave the country every time things go wrong."

"Well, unfortunately I won't always have that opportunity," Rebecca said, with a heavy, dramatic sigh.

"I'm being serious!"

"So am I."

There was a pause, in which they both just stared at each other. They were both breathing heavily, chests rising up and down in a steady rhythm. Rebecca looked like she was going to cry, though Bucky wasn't about to just give up on her again.