2023
It's been several months since Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff gave their lives to bring back the trillions murdered in the decimation.
In the wake of the post - apocalyptic clean up, and the entirety of the universe adjusting to home the life...
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"You are the voice in my head, something I cannot forget Your word is gospel and I want you Moving at the speed of light, two wrongs can still make a right If you believe it and I want to"
Chelsea Cutler, Lucky
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C H A R L I E was more then ready to see the outside world. When the next day came and she woke around eleven, to an empty bed, she was more than happy to be leaving the school for a few hours. She was looking forward to it.
It only took her a few minutes to get ready for the day; and pack up the few belongings that were scattered around the hospital bedroom. She was more than excited to be moving into the bedroom next to Oliver's.
The top of the box had only just clicked shut when the door opened and the infamous Bucky Barnes walked into the room. Charlie glanced up at him and smiled softly at the sight of him. The dark jeans and white shirt was a contrast, and his metal arm only added to his appeal.
"Hey." Charlie said, "I'm almost done. I want to move this stuff up there before we go out." She said.
Warm and cold hands set on her waist and she smiled again when his chest pressed against her back. "Will there be a drawer for me in the room?"
"There will be a whole dresser for you." Charlie giggled when she felt his scruff against her neck and she stepped away. "I was thinking thou-."
"That's never good."
"Cute." Charlie pressed her lips together in a line. "I've been thinking about, well everything. And I know that a lot of things are changing. I just... I don't know if keeping Oliver here is such a good idea."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. Logon, Ororo, our grandpa, I don't know... everything's changed."
"I know," Bucky sat down on the bed and grabbed her hand. "But it will work if you're here with him. He belongs here."
"The facility is two hours away. That's... that's a long drive. I mean, how would we make this work? You need to be at the facility. It would be so much easier if Oliver and I went back home. Things would be normal again."
Bucky scratched his beard and looked towards the floor. "I don't know. We have time. I can bounce back and forth for a while. I don't know, Char."
