𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝔾𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣- completed but editing

Chapter 53 | El Este Totul (He's Everything)

Suitcase packed, jitters in my stomach, and a glass of cranberry juice in my hand, I sat stiffly in my seat on the airplane. We had been in the air for half an hour and the stewardess who was helping us in first class had just brought me the juice.

    By now, I was a pro at flying over the ocean but this time I was flying alone, without a tracker or any identification other than my passport. It was March 8th, two days before Bucky's 99th birthday, and I was flying there by myself to see him for three days.

    Only Steve knew where I was going, he still wasn't quite sure where Bucky lived but was ok with me going to see him. After an icy goodbye from Sam, I was pretty sure he knew where I was going to. Wanda and Nat were really happy that I got to go see him and sent him some chocolate for his birthday, carefully packed into my suitcase.

    I had booked myself a hotel room for four nights at the hotel where we had stayed for my father's funeral. This whole experience was completely knew for me. Never in my life had I travelled anywhere by myself or been able to travel completely alone before. The feeling was liberating and a little bit scary.

    My flight left at five that morning and, with a short layover in Paris, would arrive around six that evening. I was surprising Bucky at his apartment; he had no idea that I was coming.

    I put my headphones in my ears and settled down to watch a very early stream of a new show called Stranger Things that Tony had bought early so we all could watch it.

    Right as the theme music began playing, I finally settled down into my seat, loosening my extra large cardigan sweater around my shoulders.

    Half a day and I'd be there.

    When my plane touched down, I thought my heart would pump out of my chest. I was finally here!

    It took forever to get off the plane and I headed straight into the bathroom. In a stall, I pulled off my clothes and replaced them with a short jean skirt, a printed tank top, and my leather jacket with purple rose embroidery on it. My Converse high tops made no sound on the bathroom floor as I made my way to the sink to brush my teeth and apply mascara and powder.

    My carryon suitcase stayed with me the whole trip and my purse never left my side so I ran out to the nearest cab, giving him the address of the newsstand near Bucky's place.

    It was like I was seeing Bucharest for the first time, I held my head out the window all the way, the wind whipping my hair around my face.

    When he stopped, I practically threw the money in his face and leapt out of the car. I could see the building where Bucky lived and I ran towards it, dragging my suitcase behind me.

    My legs burned after climbing all five levels of stairs, but my heart thumped harder with every step closer to him.

    Nervously, I knocked on the door, two quick knocks, almost tasting my heart in my throat.

    The door opened slowly.

    There he was, looking a little scared.

    And then he saw me.

    "Li Anne?" Bucky whispered, reaching out a hand as if to see if I was real.

    A huge grin implanted itself on my face. "It's me."

    He was staring at my mouth and I felt my need for him fill me up, rooting me on the spot in his doorstep. I wanted to feel him, to be a part of him.

    Bucky took a step closer to me, still looking at my lips. I forced my uncooperative legs to move forward. He had always been taller than me but now I loved looking up at him, my eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips.