epiphany. (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Chapter Six

"Is it okay I'm not okay?

I don't sleep too much these days

And I hate being awake when the sun's out

Lock my door and shut the blinds

They can't see my bloodshot eyes

I got habits I can't hide in the light"

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Hell's Kitchen, NYC. April 2014.

You and Bucky rode the NJ Transit Train into Manhattan after dumping the car in the Newark Airport Parking Lot. Despite the convenience, a car with Maryland plates and a broken driver's side window was bound to draw attention at some point. You both agreed to leave it behind and use public transportation for the time being.

You had been to New York a fair amount of times over the years to visit Jessica and Trish ever since you had met at a record label networking event in 2010 while you were still in college. Due to that, you were familiar with the subway systems so you knew what trains to take to Hell's Kitchen.

"So who exactly are we meeting?" Bucky asked as you walked up to a grimy apartment building.

"Jessica Jones, she's a private investigator and one of my good friends," you said walking up with steps and into the building.

"And how can she help us?"

"She has lots of connections, especially with her line of work. She should be able to get us passports and IDs so we can travel unhindered. She won't be cheap though, but we have S.H.I.E.L.D. to help out with that."

"Got it," Bucky said pressing the button to the elevator.

"Also one thing I should mention, just in case," you advised as the elevator dinged and the doors opened, "She has powers."

Bucky cocked his head curiously, "Powers?"

You nodded as the doors closed. "She has super strength and she can technically fly."

Bucky's eyes widened. "Shit, I'm out of it for a while and it seems like everyone's got powers of some kind." He shook his head in disbelief, "How?"

"No idea," you shrugged. "I don't think even she knows the full story."

The elevator doors opened revealing a dark hallway lined with flimsy doors. You and Bucky made your way to the end of the hall to the only door with a frosted glass window. You knocked. A few moments passed with no answer. You knocked louder.

"Jess, it's Y/N," you shouted.

A crash could be heard from inside the apartment followed by several expletives. You smiled slightly; Jessica had the mouth of a sailor. Her mouth put your grandfather's to shame.