Her Eyes The Sea And His The Storm | Bucky Barnes
James Buchanan Barnes isn't a killer. He isn't merciless, or cunning, or evil.
But something in him is.
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A wrapper crinkles, fabric shifts, and a small, open hand jerks in front of my face. The smell of powdery chocolate and oats meets my nose in a heavy waft. I lower my gaze to her palm, upon which a small, snapped off slice of a protein bar rests comfortably. It's brown, drizzled slightly with some sort of even darker coloured syrup.
I take it hesitantly in a metal hand. "It's different."
She folds back the wrapper in her hand, eyes peering at the brightly coloured writing. "Cocoa and Coffee; a delectably sweet artificial cocoa bean grain, drenched and drizzled in sugar free coffee flavoured syrup." She takes another bite with a hum. "Not my favourite, but the chocolate's great."
I throw it back with a steady palm, and my mouth bursts with a comfortably familiar taste. Coffee. I chew the sticky grain and swallow with a slight lick of my lips.
Mila leans in around me, expectant.
My eyes dart, and I brush my hand against a thigh. "I like this one better."
She grins and curls the empty wrapper into a pocket. Plastic crinkles. "Thought you might."
She turns and I hear the floor echo at her footsteps. I return my gaze to the window. To the clearing. To the woods.
At her leave, I let my lips curl up into a smile.
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All plot points are my own, as well as the character of Mila Novikova. Any similarities between the plot/her character and the real world are merely coincidental.
All other characters belong to Marvel.
