Memory

Chapter 5

Y/Ns POV

-1 week later-

I didn't sleep. At all. I was wide awake but even if I were to try and shut my eyes, I would have nothing but nightmares. Bucky was kind enough to let me lay down on his bed, and he sat on the couch, watching the door almost every night. There have been noises from outside the door but nothing threatening. Bucky didn't want to take the change. Before either of us knew it, the sun was peaking through the window and we heard the streets fill with people.

"Morning." Bucky said to me. I flashed him a weak smile and sat up in bed. He brought me over a water bottle and then sat back on the couch. I sat there staring at him as he continued to watch the door.

"I'm pretty sure you scared him off." I said.

"What?" Bucky said, turning his attention to me.

"If he has any common sense in his brain, then he wont be knocking on the door any time soon." I said. Bucky took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes.

"Sorry." he laughed.

"Dont apologize." I said, shaking my head. Bucky must have seen me trying to get up and he rushed over to help me stand.

"Thank you."

"How's your knee?" he asked.

"It's been better but it's not terrible. I figured I should walk on it now to see how it feels. Plus, It's made of metal." I told him.

"W-What?"

"I have a metal rod in my leg. I got surgery when I was 16 so it's indestructible." I joked. He smiled and nodded his head. He let me go and I limped over behind the island in his kitchen to grab an apple from the bowl he had out.

BUCKY'S POV

My heart skipped a beat when she said she had a metal leg. I mean, it's not fully metal, but it was nice to have something in common with her.

"Kinda like your arm!" She said. Now my heart dropped to my ass.

"I'm sorry?" I questioned.

"Well at first when I saw you wearing gloves, I thought it was a sanitary thing but, when you rushed into my apartment and helped me up, I felt your hand and then I got a good look at it." She told me. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck god damnit.

"I-I.......Oh uhm..." I stuttered.

"It's okay, I never talk about my knee in casual conversation either." She said. There was kind of an awkward silence before she spoke up again. She thinks I was in an accident. I mean i was but....she didn't turn out like me.

"I should really clean up that apartment." She whispered.

"Are you sure you want to go back?" I asked.

"I should" she sighed.

"Theres shit everywhere and it would give me peace of mind if I could just clean it up and not be reminded of what happened when I sleep there."

"You're going back to him?"

"No! No no no no not like that. I'm going to have the landlord install another lock and if he tries to break back in......I'm gonna kill him." She said with a straight face. I was a little shocked, but obviously understood where she was coming from.

"Do you want me to come with you?" I asked.

"I think I should do this by myself." She sighed. I nodded and went over and grabbed my gun.