A/N: Hey, guys! I've got another story… I know, I seriously need to post to WCTW3. :P Anyways, this is based on my character in Hermione Thranduillon's fanfiction/my Avengers role play game Alexis Barnes. This is post-Avengers and Captain America 2, so THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR CAP 2! Be ye warned. :P
Enjoy, and please check out the original story, "Avengers One and a Half", on Hermione's account. :D
-Arwen ;)
In Time
Bucky stared out of the huge windows by Tony's bar, looking down at the vast expanse of New York City ahead of him. Cars streamed by endlessly below him, and he couldn't help remembering when the streets were more open, the sidewalks jammed with bicycles and people instead, all rushing along to who-knows-where, back when he and Steve would run off into the city for the day, escaping the poverty of the Bronx if only for a while.
Things were different now... Very different.
The Tower made him feel claustrophobic; even in DC, he'd have gone out multiple times during the days he and Alex had been here. He wanted to be out, to do something-work, fight, whatever. The suspense was torturous.
He pressed his fingers against the glass lightly, fighting back the sensation of being trapped.
(Icy metal fingers against the glass)
(Frost creeps across the window, freezing his lungs and filling him with panic)
(A silent, tortured scream for help as it fades into dark, deep sleep, the ice stabbing with a thousand white-hot brands until it all fades to nothingness)
(Nothing before this but white noise)
Bucky gasped for air, the nightmarish memories fading as he presses his hands against his face. He could not escape them; they haunted him every night, standing in the shadows of his waking moments and preying on his tortured mind. There was no relief afforded, no comfort from the guilt that plagued him day in and day out.
I am alone."Daddy?"
He turned to see Alex standing behind him, sitting up from where she'd dozed off on the couch. "Come here," she beckoned, taking his hand and leading him to sit down. She opened a wicker case in front of the couch and pulled out a blanket, draping it over Bucky's shoulders and curling up next to him.
"It'll be okay, Dad. In time," she whispered gently.
And while they both knew that almost nothing has changed in the time since HYDRA, Bucky believed her.
Not so alone after all.
A/N: Yeah, it's really short. XD But I wrote it and thought I'd post it. :) Hope you liked it! Also, kudos to my followers if you got the "nothing before this but white noise" reference. ;) For those who didn't recognize it, I quoted myself. I know, I need help. Anyway, it's from my story "The Only Tree in Brooklyn", which is also a Captain America scribbling (Bucky-centric). :)
Thanks for reading, and I'm really going to do my best to post on WCTW3 soon. It may be Christmas themed. :D
Love,
Arwen ;)