Violet in the Winter (Bucky FanFic)

Follow My Lead

When I woke up, I barely remembered bringing myself down from the roof. I was unfocused, and that could prove dangerous in the field. I sat up, my hand picked my curls back from my face, when I felt something wrapped around my hand. I looked down and exhaled softly. 

Bucky's jacket.

I looked at it and slowly remembered being on the rooftop with him, having a brief conversation. He looked like he wanted to talk more, but he was afraid. Or maybe I scared him off.

"Violet," a knock on my door and the sound of Sam's voice sent me tumbling off my bed. I landed loudly, the blanket tangled in my leg as Sam flung the door open, his eyes wide. Once he realized I was okay, and nothing more than a bumbling agent on the ground, tangled in my own blanket, he smirked and leaned against the door frame.

"I didn't know super, secret agents had two left feet," he quipped. I slightly glared at him from the ground, chastising myself for being clumsy in front of him. I scrambled to my feet, my hair falling in my face. In that instant, Sam's expression changed from amusement to...something I wasn't quite sure of. His eyes went soft as he scanned me, and his smile dropped to a small line, his lips slightly opened.

"What are you looking at," I asked, my brows knitted as I looked back at him. He made a move, pushing himself from the door frame and shook his head.

"Uh...nothing. Breakfast is on the table," he muttered before disappearing.

After Sam left, I pulled on some tapered sweatpants, a t-shirt, and sneakers before I made my way to the kitchen. It smelled good, thankfully, and I took a moment to wait in the doorway as I watched Sam scoop eggs onto two plates. From a small speaker, music was playing, but I didn't know what song it was.

"Do you always cook," I let out, causing him to drop the spatula into the pan. He looked at me over his shoulder and frowned.

"Ha, ha, couldn't wait to get me back, could you," he teased, grabbing the spatula from the pan and tossing it into the sink.

"No, just thought an Avenger would be quicker on their toes," I teased back, pulling a chair out for myself before sitting in it. Sam went quiet again as he sat a plate in front of me, piled with bacon, potatoes, eggs, and fruit. He placed his own plate down, before sitting across from me.

"Do you always cook," I questioned again, digging a fork into the potatoes first. They had a nice crisp to them, and were soft and flavorful once I had started chewing them.

"Kinda have to when you live on your own."

I continued to chew the food,looking up at him as he looked back at me over the rim of his coffee cup.

"It's good."

"Thank you. So... you don't know your past, which sucks, so...what do you know about yourself?"

The space between us grew quiet as I finished chewing and swallowing my food.

"Um...I like the ocean."

"What do you like about it?"

"It's peaceful. It feels like home."

"Favorite thing to do when you aren't on a mission?"

"I like to...sketch."

"What do you think your past was?"

I paused, a piece of bacon in my mouth. Sam was persistent, but not annoying. He sat patiently, chewing on his own food as he awaited my answer.

"I don't know... maybe military? Or something to do with space. Fury didn't have to train me too much in combat. I was already really skilled, I bested his top agents in the program."