Character Thoughts ' '
Sam and Steve walk in to see Bucky on the ground his bionic arm trapped in the machine press. Exchanging looks Sam and Steve walks over to the corner.
"I know someone who will keep him covered for a while."
"Yeah, who?"
"My cousin, she's in Jersey, a small county."
"You think that's going to be safe?"
"Trust me, it's safe. There's no other option right now."
The shrill sound of her phone ringing broke her out of her sleep. "Fuck" Moaning, her hand shot out to the end table blindly searching for it. "damn it!" Throwing the covers off, Kamile sat up and turned the lamp on. She lets her eyes adjust, before picking up the phone, which was right on the edge of the table. Looking at the screen, Kamile groans answering it.
"Sam, you do realize it's 2 in the morning right? What is it?"
"I know Kamile, but listen to me. I've run into problems with some friends. Look I'll explain once we are inside, I just need you to buzz us in."
Confusion swept across her face, "Wait, what? Buzz us in. What do you mean?"
Kamile got out of bed, walking to her window and looked down. From this point, she can see who's coming in and out of the building and right now she sees Sam and two other guys behind him, one of them seems to be leaning on the other. However, she can't quite make out their faces under the building lights.
"Sam, are you crazy. You are not bringing strangers to my place I don't care if they're just friends."
Sam sighed, "Kay please."
Kamile rubbed her hands over her face, "Fuck Sam… alright, let me cover up first okay? Ohh and I have to come down and let you in, my buzzer is not even working right now."
"Okay hurry it cold out here girl."
Kamile ends the call. She looks down at the trio one more time before turning away from the window and tossing her phone on the bed. Going to her dresser, she pulls out a pair of pajama pants, slipping them on under her shirt. Going into the bathroom, adjacent to her bed, Kamile throws water on her face then quickly dry's off. Looking in the mirror, she takes off her head scarf. Her unruly curls fall, framing her round face. Exiting the bathroom Kamile walks to her closet and takes out a pair of sneakers. She puts them on and leaves the bedroom grabbing her keys on the way out. Walking to the entrance of the apartment, Kamile turns the lights on. Unlocking the bolts on her door she steps out into the hallway, shivering when a breeze ghost past her.
It's only autumn, but the weather has been feeling more like winter lately. Kamile folds her arms over her chest and makes her way down the three flights of stairs.
Finally down the stairs, she walks to the front door opening it to reveal Sam and the two guys. And oh, it's Captain America.
"Okay, so let me get this straight. I will be hiding an ex-assassin in my home for gods know how long because he needs time to adjust and stay off the grid for a while. All because of Hydra which is an evil organization?"
Sam and Steve nodded, they've been here for almost an hour explaining the situation to Kamile.
"Alright, but why me? Why not where you guys work? What's that again, S.H.I.E.L.D?"
"Because, believe me, when I say it's not in Bucky's best interest. I-I just want to keep my friend safe."
Kamile leaned back resting her head on the back of the sofa. "Wow, this is heavy." Sitting up, she let out a puff of air, "But you can trust me. I'll do it."
"Shit, I'm going to be late for work if I don't hurry and get out of here."
It's been a couple of days since Kamile agreed to have Bucky stay in her home. He is quite, for the most part, he doesn't say too much. Which is understandable, it is a lot to deal with when you spent a part of your life practically brainwashed and the memory of a part of your life erased.
Kamile finishes the buttons on her blouse, then walks to the closet pulling out a pair of heels. Putting them on, she grabs her purse and closes the door. Moving to the mirror, she gives herself a once-over. Leaning closer, she wipes a smudge of lipstick from the corner of her mouth.
'Okay, I'm good.'
Grabbing her purse, she leaves the room, on her way out she stops by Bucky's door. Not sure if he is asleep or not, she knocks on the door softly.
"James I'm leaving now I'll see you later okay? Oh, and please eat, there's plenty of food in the kitchen."
Kamile waits for a moment, listening for any sign of a response. When none came, Kamile lightly smacks her forehead as she walks away. 'Why am I treating him like a child, he's grown he can do what he wants.' She leaves the apartment locking it behind her and makes her way downstairs.
Bucky eyes shot open as he gasps. Sweat is pouring down his face as he breathes heavily. Another nightmare. He's not there anymore, he's not under control.
'I'm alright' He keeps reminding himself, anything to calm his adrenaline. But he can't stop replaying the images in his head from the nightmare. The faces of those he killed, how the life drained from their eyes. The innocent. His sins. Bucky squeezed his eyes shut, scrubbing his hand, the fleshy one, down his face. That's when he hears Kamile's heels against the wooden floors. He freezes, not moving a muscle. The noise stops, and then there's a soft knock on the door.
"James I'm leaving now I'll see you later okay? Oh, and please eat, there's plenty of food in the kitchen."
He doesn't say anything, just keeping his breathing steady as he listens. He then hears Kamile mumble as she walks away, opening the front door and leaving. Sitting up, Bucky swings his legs off the bed. For the last few days, he's been feeling the tension between him and Kamile. He knows she's not that comfortable with him around, that's why he prefers not to say too much.
'I should try to, at least, talk to her.'
Suddenly a memory of him and Steve hits him when they were together and sent on missions. Although he did not have much back then and still don't, he still has Steve. Someone who still cares about him.
It was around 5 or so when Kamile leaves work she is on her way to her car when she hears her phone ringing. Swinging her purse off her shoulder, she digs into it for a minute before finally reaching it. Looking at the caller I.D., she rolls her eyes smirking.
"Hey Sammy boy, wassup"?
"Nothing much just calling to check up on you."
"Figures I'm fine, just got out work, on my way home now."
"Alright, good, nothing out of the ordinary so far right?"
"Nope," Kamile responded, putting emphasis on the "pop".
"Good, good. How's Bucky?"
Kamile shrugged, "he's alright, I guess. Keeps to himself."
"I know, it's pretty tough for him right now. So don't take it personally, he's trying to get used to everything."
"Yeah, yeah I know this Sam. Hey, maybe I could try taking him out and show him around."
Sam hummed, thinking about it. "Uhh sure why not, but he will have to wear a disguise."
"A disguise? Like a trench coat with shades, and a fedora shit like that?"
"Don't be a smart-ass."
Kamile laughed "I'm just saying. This is a small county, nobody checking for him. I'll stop by a store though and pick up some things for him."
In the background, Kamile hears someone calling Sam name. "Alright, I'm coming. Look, Kay, I have to go. I'll talk to you later and if anything you know what to do."
"I know, will do Sammy, later."
Kamile ends the call putting her phone in her bag. She starts the car, pulling out of the parking lot.
By the time Kamile gets home, it's late, she comes in with bags all which are for Bucky. Going into her bedroom first, Kamile sets the bags down and takes her shoes off. Sighing in relief, she then changes into sweatpants and a t-shirt, putting her hair up after. Taking the bags up Kamile walks out the room.
"Hey" Jumping in surprise, Kamile turns around to find Bucky standing by the kitchen.
"Oh hey James, I was coming to see you." Bucky raised an eyebrow, his eyes then traveled down to the bags in Kamile hands. Noticing this, Kamile smiled.
"I got these for you. Some clothes, not much, but it's enough for now. I figured you didn't want to keep re-washing and wearing the same clothes. If you don't like them, you can come with me next time and pick whatever you like, I..."
Kamile stopped talking, realizing Bucky was just staring at her. Clearing her throat, she came closer to him holding out the bags. "Anyways, here." He reached out with his bionic hand and took a hold of them, his fingers brushing against hers. Kamile felt a shiver run up her back, but quickly suppressed it, however, Bucky was able to catch it.
"Thank you." Moments passed as soft blue eyes stare into warm doe brown ones. But Kamile is the first to break the contact, "Yo-you're welcome."
"So um, I'm going to order some takeout. Maybe pizza, or something. Would you like that?"
Bucky thought about it for a second, then shook his head yes. "Okay, great, I'll go order it now."
"Wait, could we go out instead?"
Kamile smiled "sure, no problem."
