Author's Note: I do not own Captain America or his characters, this is a work of fiction, however I do own the plotline and Arabella. This will contain Marvel Cinematic Universe spoilers and characters.
Warnings: This story will contain coarse language & other strong adult themes.
EDIT: THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY BEING EDITED TO BE POSTED AT WATTPAD. APRIL 4TH, 2017
"Howard?" I call for my brother as I enter the house.
"Downstairs!" he yells, making me roll my eyes. Of course he would be in the lab. I go downstairs to what should be our basement, but Howard had turned into a laboratory so he could concentrate on work better— not to mention it came in handy when the time for my monitoring rolled around.
"There, you are!" I groan as I make my way towards him. Finding him accompanied. "Hello, Dr. Erskine." I greet the doctor politely but this only causes him to roll his eyes at the pleasantry.
"Arabella..." he nods in my direction, "...I thought I told you to call me, Abraham, dear." He says with a smile.
"Yes, you did... I'm sorry, Abraham." I chuckle, "It won't happen again."
"Good." He replies and turns the attention back to my brother—who had yet to fully acknowledge my presence. "As for you, Mr. Stark, we will keep in touch." Howard merely nods and shakes hands with the good old doctor as he gives me and my brother some privacy in the laboratory.
And before I know it, Howard pulls me into a hug before briefly kissing my forehead with affection; affection that is well received. "What brings you to my, now, bachelor pad?"
I roll my eyes at his words. "I'm going to pretend I've never heard that." I say.
"Okay, okay..." he smiles, "what's going on? I thought you were going house hunting today."
"I am!" I say cheerfully but it soon fades and if Howard seems to take notice of that, he doesn't says so. "I just wanted to ask you something."
"Okay," he nods with crossed arms above his chest and encouraging me to go on.
"Do you..." I breathe in. "By any chance, have men following me?"
"What?" His shock is clear evidence that the man from the other night wasn't his doing. "No, of course not, why do you ask? Has something happened?!"
I was really hoping Howard was somehow involved in this.
But I don't want to worry my brother too much. So, even though I can't stop the frown in my features, I quickly shake it off with a smile and dismiss the whole subject.
"No, reason at all," I say. "I gotta go. Bucky's waiting for me."
"Hey," he stops me from going further with a quick grab to my wrist. "Are you sure, everything's okay?" I debate myself for a moment whether or not I should tell him what had happened on the fair a few weeks ago.
"Yes," But I don't want to worry him for something that might not even be that big of a deal. "Everything's okay."
"Arabella..." Bucky groans behind me, with a long and desperate sigh, "this is the 4th place we've seen."
"I know that, Barnes." I say with a chuckle, "but it's going to be our first place together and I just want it to be—"
"Perfect," he sighs as he finishes the thought for me. "I know, me too. I'm just tired, pay no attention to me." He laughs against my shoulder as his arms find themselves wrapped around my waist from behind my frame.
"Hmmm." The realtor, that happens to be a blonde tall girl who hasn't took her eyes from Bucky's ass since we started this house hunting, clears her throat. "I'm sorry to interrupt..." No, she's not, but I refrain myself from saying anything though. "Do you find this property appealing?"
Watch your tone, you harpy.
"Do you like this one?" Bucky whispers on my ear, and I shake my head 'no'.
Turning my attention to the realtor, whose name I have forgotten by now, I say "It's not what we're looking for. Maybe the next place..."
The blonde, however, seems to care less about my opinion as she turns her attention towards Bucky, looking straight over my shoulder. "What do you think of this one, sir?"
Oh, I know that tone.
And I do NOT appreciate it one bit.
"It's quite nice." Bucky replies, hugging me tighter, a smile on his lips, "but my wife doesn't like it, so we would like to keep looking."
Wait, did he just called me his wife!?
She seems to be taken back as she stutters. "O-Oh, I didn't knew you were married."
I'm about to snap at her, for no particular reason, of course; when Bucky beats me to the punch.
"It's okay," he says politely, "we didn't mentioned it, because it's none of your concern."
That leaves the realtor and I, both, shocked. But underneath my shock? I just really want to burst out laughing; Bucky's eyes collide with mine as his fingers take my chin and tilt my head up so he can give me a quick peck on the lips. His smile never faltering.
"I'm—I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to—I..."
"Please, just save it." Bucky stops her blabbering. "Can you limit yourself to do your job?"
The blonde blinks at him, probably in shock, before nodding her head quickly in acceptance as she excuses herself for a moment. I turn around to face Bucky, whose eyes are solemnly trained on me.
"What was that about, Barnes?" I ask with a smile as he chuckles.
"I could tell you were about five seconds from ripping her head off."
Well...
"That's... not exactly true..." I defend myself as he raises an eyebrow at me, encouraging me to elaborate.
"It was more like three seconds away." I mumble but he hears me and starts laughing, his laugh resounding through the room. Bucky has that kind of laugh that however you're feeling you just can't help but laugh along with him.
"That was not what I was referring to, idiot." I mumble.
"What?" he asks, as I try to look away with an involuntary blush taking over my features."Oh..." the boy finally catches on, "the whole wife thing?" I nod my head, still not looking at him or at the smirk he currently wears on his face. "I was just trying to get her off me, babe."
"Oh," the disappointment is clear in my voice but I do my best to shake it off. "...okay."
I turn to look at the hideous apartment which I can wait to leave when I feel the lips of my boyfriend against my cheek, my attention shifting directly towards him and his big smile with shinny blue eyes.
"Soon and when you least expect it, baby."
Idiot. But however, he is my idiot.
"I like this place." Bucky says as I turn to look at him with both of his hands in the pockets of his black pants as he leans against the wall.
"You're just saying that because you're tired." I say, twirling around the living room. In all honesty Iloved the place. This was maybe the 10th place we had looked in just today, and I was ready to give up on my dream place until now.
This was a two story house with a big enough living room to hold all our friends and family, which was accompanied by a chimney made of red bricks that was placed in the center of the wall in the living room. A set of white stairs led upstairs to three rooms, two bathrooms and a kitchen downstairs with enough space for me to experiment my culinary skills.
Yes, I loved everything about this place. But most importantly, this was the place where I could see our life together. And I could see it very clearly.
"You love this one, don't you?" he asks, to which what I nod my head up and down while biting my lip, since I know this place goes over our price range, by far.
Bucky shakes his head and starts making his way towards me, his hands resting on my hips as he looks down on me. "Then..." he smiles, "it's yours, doll."
"Hey, babe." Bucky greets me from the bed in our small bedroom; he's holding some book between his hands while I stand on the doorway, admiring him. I have been breaking my skull on how would be the best way to... 'spill the beans' to him and since he has to go see the realtor tomorrow... There is no better time like now to, as Howard says, lay the cards on the table before he buys a house with a person he might now discover he does not want to be around anymore.
"Are you okay, doll?" he voice is filled with concern. And I don't blame him since I bet I have not moved since he first greeted me and I must be staring at him like an idiot...
"I—Uhm," I stutter, unable to find the right words—or any words at all. "I need to talk to you, Bucky."
"Okay...?" he asks unsure, putting the book aside. "Are you sure, you're okay though?" I nod my head.
"Okay, what is it?" he asks and suddenly I'm extremely nervous—choking on my words because i don't want to lose him. And all the scenarios filled with negative thoughts start taking a toll on me.
What if he won't accept me?
What if he leaves me?
What if— great, now I'm crying and Bucky has stood up from bed to pull me into his chest, while I clutch his shirt with shaking hands.
"Hey..." he rubs my back as I continue to silently sob. "Shh, it's okay..." he whispers as he sweeps me off the ground, carrying me to the bed. "What's wrong?" he asks again, once I'm laying comfortably on the mattress.
"Are you breaking up with me?" his question throws me off so much that stops my sobbing altogether and makes me look up to see his face, only to find him already staring at mine.
What!? Why would he—
"What?" I ask stunned. "Why would you think that?"
"I don't know," he says with a shrug of his shoulders. "But you will be damn crazy if you did."
"Egocentric, much?" I chuckle.
"I would be too, if I ever did." He says with a sincere smile, "breaking up with you, that's it."
"Good to know." I laugh. "Now I know what symptoms of madness to look for in the future."
"What were you trying to tell me?" he brings me back to the subject at hand, "Is there something worng? Cause you don't break down for nothing, doll."
"I—" I stutter, sitting up with my back against the headboard. "I think I should better show you."
"Wha—" he cuts himself short as soon as he sees my raised hand, fingers curling on the air... with the red book he had placed next to him just moments ago. "Holy crap! How are you doing that!?" His smile is as bright as a kid watching the fireworks from New Year's Eve.
"I—You're not—you're not freaked out?" I ask, still moving the book around us, his eyes leaving the object landing every now and then on me, well, on the movement of my fingers.
"Freaked out!?" he asks, a mixture of shock and indignation, written on his beautiful face. "Why would I be!? My girl has super powers!"
"I wouldn't call them super powers—" A roll of my eyes following my statement.
"I would," he says smiling. "You have super powers."
Of course, he would.
"So... I'm okay?" I ask, unsure. Bucky's eyes following the book's every movement until it finally stops and I continue speaking. "You're not going to—well, I don't know..."
"You thought I was going to leave you if you told me about them, didn't you?"
That's a rational thought, though. He couldn't have expected me for him to be so calm about it.
"I might have done that." I shrug, not looking at him. "I mean, and it would have made perfect sense, I'm a freak and I'm just—"
He interrupts me as he captures my lips in a rough kiss full of need, lust but most importantly full of love; my hands cupping his cheeks just before we slowly part to bring air into our lungs. His blue eyes open and stay glued onto mine.
"You're perfect." He pecks my lips, briefly. "You're just perfect."
After taking his time to reassure me of how much he thought I was perfect. We now laid on the old mattress, with Bucky's fingers entertained on drawing random shapes in the naked skin of my back as he cuddles my body from behind and under the covers.
"What else can you do?" he asks, breaking the comfortable silence. My body shifts as I turn around so I can be face to face with... well, face to chest, with him.
"I don't really know," I sigh deeply. "I'm—I found out about them when I was 9, after my parents death, but I've been told I had used them before..." I pause, trying to remember. "Although I don't remember how or what happened, to be honest."
"Does Howard knows?" he asks as his fingers resume their past activities of shape drawing..
"Pffft," I snort as I look up at him. "You're kidding right? He is my brother, Buck. Of course he knows." I inhale into his chest as his grip on my body tightens, "Actually, he monitors my developments, so he can see the extent of what I'm able to do." I pause. "So far, I've not been able to do more than move a couple of stuff here and there. Nothing heavy though."
He nods his head in acknowledgment, "and you're good at it? I mean, moving stuff around?" he chuckles against my hair.
"Actually..." I smile, "this is the first time I was able do that so well..." I laugh, shaking my head at the thought. "It usually is a little more messier than this and way more complicated."
"Whoa," he smiles down at me; "So, there's a possibility that you did so well because of me? Awwww!"
Your egocentric side is showing, my love.
But regardless I can't fight the blush crawling into the skin of my cheeks as I hide my head against his chest, his laugh rumbling on his chest and against my face.
"S-Shut up, Barnes!"
You almost kept it together, (Y/N). Almost.
"I'm going to check on him." I say towards my boyfriend, who currently has me trapped in a side hug as we shield from the rain under a shops umbrella. My eyes trained on one of my best friends as he sits by himself on the other side of the road.
"No," Bucky says softly. "Give him some time, doll."
"Bucky," I start, incredulous. "He just lost his mother, I think we should be there with him. Now more than ever."
"I know, Arabella..." he sighs, eyes closing as he contemplates an idea. "But because I know what it feels like to lose your mother, and this is Steve we're talking about... I know he needs time."
My eyes glance back from my boyfriend towards the skinny blonde boy who wears a cream-colored jacket that seems four sizes too big for him as he sits on the curve of the complex apartment where he used to live with his mother.
"I lost mine too, Barnes." I say as he replies with a deep sigh. Maybe he's frustrated or tired, or both. I can't really be sure anymore after these past couple days.
"But you have Howard, your brother..."
"And he has us." I cut him off.
"You're right," he tugs, slightly, on my arm so he can trap my lips in a sneaky and quick kiss, lips barely touching my own. "And I know he knows that. It's just... I just—" he sounds defeated as he leans his forehead against mine.
"I will check on him later." My boyfriend's usually cheery and teasing behavior gone for the moment as a sad smile takes up his lips. "Maybe I'll convince him to have a slumber party or something."
"Do so." I plead at him, "don't leave him alone during this time. After all," I chuckle as my hand caress his cheek, his face leaning into my touch. "you're his best friend."
"I won't, doll." He smiles with eyes closed. "I promise."