NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT (BUCKY BARNES x OC)

Chapter 29

TW: None
Word Count: 1980

Bucky came into my lab shortly after I got in.

"You left your notebook in there," he said, setting the notebook down. "Look, I'm sorry for fighting with him. I didn't think about how it'd affect you."

"I just don't like arguments," I said, shrugging. "I've never liked them."

We left the tower early, not bothering to keep working on the uniform. I barely talked to Bucky after what had happened. When we got into the apartment, I made my way to the bathroom to get a bath. I heard a knock at the door part way through.

"Hey doll, Steve's going to pick me up later and we're going to go get dinner. Do you want to come?" He asked from the other side of the door.

"No thanks, I'll stay here," I said, not wanting to leave the apartment again.

"I'm going to be leaving in about a half hour. Don't do anything dumb while I'm gone."

"I'll try not to drown myself."

"See, things like this make me worry."

"You don't need to worry," I said, running my hand through the water.

"Alright, I'm going to go get ready. I counted all of the bottles in the house, and if any are gone, I'll be disappointed."

"What if they're just empty?"

"Daisy," he said with a warning tone.

"Got it," I said unenthusiastically.

I was in the bathtub for the next hour or so. I lost track of time. It was around five o'clock when I got out, so I got dressed in sweatpants and a shirt. I went into Bucky's room and grabbed his blanket. I noticed the journal was on the nightstand, and I sat down on his bed near it. I looked at it for a few moments before I decided to finally look inside of it.

I flipped through the first few empty pages before landing on a page with a picture of Steve on it. There was a page dedicated to things about him. One page was fully covered with the words "don't forget Steve again" and I noticed that the ink was smudged, probably from teardrops.

On the next page, I noticed he wrote about Steve telling him about me. "Steve talks about this girl named Daisy a lot. He says that I'll like her, but it's hard to even imagine liking anyone's company nowadays. He told me that her name's actually Brooklyn and goes by her middle name. He told me it was a secret and that nobody knows her real name is Brooklyn. She agreed to help with my arm. She's related to Tony. I killed his parents. She was my unfinished mission from Monaco. I hope she doesn't hate me."

That was all I found about me on that page, but I flipped through a few more pages before I found a picture of me from a few years ago. I lifted the picture and read the words from the page it was covering.

"Brooklyn 'Daisy' Stark
She's been helping me with my arm for the past week. She's everything Steve said she was and more. I enjoy having her around. She knows how to help me. She's so smart, but isn't obnoxious about it. Sometimes I'll say something nice just to make her face go red and she'll smile. I like her smile.

She's been helping me with my arm for a few weeks. We talked about her aunt and uncle and I've never felt more guilty than I have in my life. Watching her talk passionately about them made me feel like a terrible person. I wish I didn't do it.

I'm starting to think that I like her. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I love seeing her smile. She does this thing when she gets focused. She'll get super close to whatever she's working on and her eyebrows furrow as she's working. Other than that, her face is almost entirely emotionless, but her eyes are so intense.