Bucky Barnes had found refuge on a small farm in Montana two years ago.
It was there that the Winter Soldier seemed to disappear from his mind and Bucky was able to be himself again.
He fell in love with a young woman. Ray introduced him into a wo...
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chapter two domestic bliss
That morning, Ray woke to the smell of pancakes. Her stomach grumbled at the scent and for only a single second, she thought she was back on the ranch. She thought it was her sister who was cooking pancakes for all the people that were welcomed onto it.
Then she remembered that she didn't have a sister. And that she was in Sweden.
Her small bedroom was left behind as she walked down the somewhat unlevel and horribly painted hallway. It opened up into a larger common room, where a small living room was merged with a kitchen. A very familiar room to Ray; it had been their home for the past few months.
Sam Wilson stood by the gas stove, holding a black spatula and wearing a white apron. Ray raised an eyebrow at the sight of it, but did not question it. She had learned that Sam was an odd character.
"Look who decided to finally wake up." Natasha's husky morning voice filled the quiet room. She sat at the small kitchen table. She was dressed in a gray shirt and red pajama pants. Her blonde hair was messy and still had signs of sleep in it.
"I smelt the pancakes." Ray sat down opposite of Natasha.
They all heard the shower water shut off from the single bathroom that the small home had.
Ray looked down at the notebook that sat on the kitchen table; it belonged to Steve. In the few quiet weeks with nothing to do but stay hidden, he had taken up drawing again.
"He won't like you looking at those." Sam told her from the stove. Ray had begun to flip through the pages.
"Sucks to suck." Ray mumbled.
His drawings were quiet beautiful, and Ray knew he did have talent. Perhaps in another world, he would have been another Picasso. Though his drawings were full of things from this world.
He had several of his past friends. Of course, Peggy Carter and Bucky Barnes were among them; only they were dated back to the forties. Then there was few of this friends from this timeline: Tony Stark and Sharon Carter. There was even one of Ray and Natasha.
They were good.
When Ray heard footsteps she closed the notebook and slide it to the other end of the table. Just as she did that, Steve Rogers walked into the kitchen.
His hair was wet from the shower and he had changed into actual clothes. He was never one to stay in pajamas all day.
"Oh, I must have forgotten this here." Steve mumbled to himself as he picked up the notebook. He did not notice the way Natasha hid a smile.
