**A/N: Hey guys! I made a video of Bethany and Steve that I'm proud off because it elicits the feels. I posted the link in my profile. If you wanna do me and favor and check it out? Please? Pretty please? :D

So there's smut at the end. Smut, smut, smut.

Chapter 3- Bound and Broken

"I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn. I'm all out of faith. This is how I feel. I'm cold and I'm ashamed, bound and broken on the floor. You're a little late, I'm already torn."

~Torn, Natalie Imbruglia


Technically, they should've been in Luckenwalde by now. But Kiley wanted to stop in almost every single town and look at the, well, everything. At first, Bucky was a little annoyed. He followed behind her in solitude, but after the third town, he realized that this was her first time away from the States. That this was her first time for real adventure and that it was actually adorable. Obviously, Bucky wanted to work on getting back his memories. But he was making new ones, and right now, that meant even more to him.

Right now, they were pulled off to the side of the road in some farm-like country, sleeping. Well, Kiley was sleeping. He was staring at her while she was sleeping. Her impossibly long hair fanned around her like a blanket, her knees pulled up to her chest. Something he recently learned about Kiley was that she snored. It wasn't loud, or randomly spaced. They were soft and evenly spaced, and if Bucky could sleep, it would be his lullaby.

He wanted to touch her hair. He didn't understand how it could be so impossibly long and brilliantly blonde. And soft. For work, she would wear it in a bun or stick straight in a ponytail. But now that they were off on their adventure, and her flat iron was back home, it was wavy all the way down and she left it hanging around her face, chest and arms.

Bucky considered reaching a hand out and touching it. Just for a second. But he was afraid he would wake her, and he wouldn't know what to say. He didn't know what to think, to be honest. As much as he enjoyed having her there with him, he wondered if it was really the best idea. Clearly he felt something for her. And while he didn't want to say love, he knew that it could build up to that. And that scared him. He was proud of how far he had come since April, but he knew it could all slip away. The path to recovery was harder than the fall back into the darkness.

"But I don't feel like it," Kiley mumbled in her sleep.

There was one thing that Bucky knew for certain. He couldn't let his feelings get in the way of his recovery. That came first. It had to. Everytime he closed his eyes, he saw something that was familiar, but didn't feel like it was his memory. The best way to describe it was déjà vu. The feeling of seeing something before, but not knowing if you have actually lived through it. Or when you wake up from a dream and remembering it, but can feel it slipping away.

Bucky let out a frustrated sigh, his insomnia quickly getting the best of him. Sitting up, he pressed the light button for the clock, curious towards how long he had been lying there, debating everything in his life. He pressed it once. Twice. A third time, more forcefully. It was broken.

Another sigh escaped his lips, immediately lying back down. Broken, he thought. It seemed like everything he touched broke. He looked back to Kiley. He really didn't want to make things bad for her. He really didn't want to break her. In that moment, he wanted to leave her. Sleeping soundly in the car. He'd be long gone before morning. He was good at laying low and being a ghost. He could do that again. Maybe she'd look for him. Maybe she'd go home. But either way, he'd be saving her a world full of hurt in the future.

Okay, he told himself, waiting for his legs to move. Nothing. Let's go, he encouraged himself. Once again, nothing.

He didn't need to search for why he couldn't leave. He knew. He knew that if he left her, to save her from the future that he could give her, him being there… he would keep her safe. There wasn't much he could do in this world. He had no real talents except being the Winter Soldier. But at least to that degree, he knew that he could fend off any threat. He didn't fail often. And even when he did, he consciously backed away.

Bucky couldn't leave her alone. She couldn't defend herself if something was to happen. And maybe nothing would. Maybe she'd be completely fine. As long as he was there, he could protect her from outside forces.

You have a promise to keep, he thought. Bucky had promised to teach her how to defend herself. And he would. He would teach her everything he knew, not with hopes of turning her into a weapon, but so when he did leave her, he could be confident that she could take care of herself.

A promise, Bucky repeated. He was breaking things left and right, and he didn't want to. This. This he could help. This he could keep whole. Follow through on his promise. Closing his eyes, he focused on that word. Over and over again. Until some sort of unconsciousness fell over him. He wasn't sure if he was lost in memory or dreaming, but he let it play out. He let it seep deep within his memory, hoping that when he opened his eyes, it would stay.

Bucky knocked on Steve's door once. There was no answer. He tried again. He knew Steve was in there. He could hear subtle sniffing on the other side of the door. His best friend was hurting and all he wanted was to comfort him. "Steve, it's me. Please let me in."

That was enough for Steve to open the door. The soldier's eyes were red and swollen, like he hadn't stopped crying in hours. Steve gave a powerful sniff before stepping to the side to let Bucky in. "Steve, I'm sorry," he offered softly when Steve closed the door. It wasn't nearly enough, but it was the only words he had for him.

Steve sat down on the bed, cradling his head in his hands. "I can't stop the pain."

Bucky felt for Steve. He really did. The man had stormed out of the abortion house, leaving Howard, Peggy and Bucky in shock. The three of them barely said a word to each other. No one knew what was right and what was wrong. But it was unspoken that Bucky would side with Steve and Howard with Bethany. Their friendship was torn apart by the people that made it so strong. Everything about the war that Bucky actually enjoyed was gone. And everything was changing.

"What can I do?" Bucky asked, sitting next to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. "What can I say?"

"Nothing," Steve sniffed, sitting up and looking at his friend. "Nothing will make this better."

"Time maybe," Bucky offered. "Maybe time will give you, give both of you, some perspective-"

"Are you defending her?" Steve asked, completely taken back.

"No," Bucky promised quickly. "But you know Bethany. It was only yesterday that you were telling me that something about her was different. Okay? Would the Bethany we know, the Bethany we love do this? No."

Steve shook his head like he didn't want to hear it. "Bucky, she's made it very clear that she wants nothing to do with me anymore. She made damn sure of that."

"What hurts more?" Bucky asked after a moment of silence. "The fact that she did it? Or that she didn't tell you?"

"The fact that I thought we were in love," Steve swallowed. "She never said it, but I convinced myself that we felt the same things. That we wanted the same things."

"I don't know, Steve," Bucky began. He wanted to hate Bethany for doing what she did. For making the best man in the entire world feel the way he did. He wanted to yell at the blonde and spend his time making her life miserable. But he knew that in the end, Steve wouldn't want that. "I think you still love her. And it's because of that… that's why it hurts."

"She killed an innocent child," Steve breathed. "Our child."

"Yeah," Bucky nodded. "Yeah. She's in the wrong. And your anger makes sense. And you need to keep being angry if that's what helps. As long as you speak to me. Tell me what's going through your head."

"Everything that I wanted," Steve began. "Was it too much? I wanted her to love me. I wanted to be with her, to marry her, to have a family with her. I-I wanted to dance with her."

Bucky bowed his head, taking in a deep breath before replying. "Unspoken, broken promises? That's what's really killing you?"

"The last one wasn't unspoken," Steve whispered. "But that's the last thing I'm worried about now."

"Look, Steve. Let's say this is it. You and Bethany never speak again. Look me in the eye and tell me you no longer love her," he waited a heartbeat, but Steve never looked his way. "No. Exactly. You can't. You're trying. But you can't. You'll never forget your first love. Your first partner. And that's okay. But at one point, you'll have to decide whether to move on or forgive her."

"What do you think I should do?" Steve asked, wiping his nose with his sleeve.

Bucky offered a small smile, but it fell instantly. "I can't really tell ya, bud. I know that if it was me, I'd want to move on. But you're not me. You're good and forgiving and loving. And you love that girl, Steve. Hating her isn't going to help. But it'll get easier, no matter what you choose. That I can promise."


Steve turned his head towards Bethany, taking in her pensive face. They had been lying quietly in the hotel bed for over an hour. Neither had flirted with sleep, but neither moved to do anything but lie there. Steve had been thinking about what was to come. Wishfully hoping that Bethany's memories would flood back and the two of them could go home to their son. Now that Bethany was out of the hospital, Steve's number one concern was the two boys back in their apartment, crying for both himself and Bethany. But even if all of Bethany's burns were almost healed, and she felt no pain, he couldn't leave her now. Not while her mind, her memories and her life still needed to be healed.

If Steve left, and went back to the Tower for just a few hours, Bethany would question it. And knowing her, would begin to look for answers. Something as simple as turning on the television, radio or searching the internet would only give Bethany the truth that she wasn't ready to receive. As much as he wanted to show her the family they had, the family he was so proud of, the Bethany lying next to him now was not the Bethany who went through eight months of pregnancy and developed an undying love for their son.

When Steve had returned from the ice, the Bethany he returned to was dark and cold. But only for a little while. Her appearance looked like she was some fearsome, ruthless woman, capable of anything. Indeed, her resume reflected the same thing. But after talking to her, peeling back the layers and taking her away from SHIELD and the hold it had on her, the woman underneath the dark clothes and hair wasn't much different than the woman who gave birth to their son. She had told Steve that she wanted kids. She wasn't that scared little girl, afraid of commitment and failure anymore. Bethany had grown, matured and more than anything, understood what Steve meant to her.

But despite Bethany having had wanted kids during that stage of her life, the stage she had reverted to, Steve knew that she wasn't ready. Especially to just be thrown into motherhood, not getting to be eased into it like she had. It was a huge step, and anyone would be uneasy committing to it. Steve knew that Bethany was no exception. It took them months of arguing and trying to compromise before Bethany got pregnant, and even then, it wasn't planned. If they had been as careful at that one time as they had been all the times before, Steve knew they wouldn't have a kid right now. The idea would have still been in the air.

But that didn't change the fact that he had barely seen his son in a week, and that Theo seemed to be slipping into some sort of depression. He didn't want to force this life on Bethany when he knew she wasn't ready, but soon he would have to come to terms with his duty to the boys. He just wasn't sure how or when he was going to do it. For now, everyone at the Tower was trying to keep Theo as preoccupied as they could, and Jackson was playing the recording of Bethany singing on repeat, which seemed to calm Jamie enough to get him to sleep.

"Steve?" Bethany spoke softly, but her voice, being the only sound for over an hour, seemed to be louder and actually startled him.

"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?" He asked, turning on his side and placing a careful hand on her stomach. Her gaze followed his hand, and for a moment, Steve considered pulling it away. He felt conflicted. He didn't know what was right and wrong, and what was appropriate or not.

Steve felt reassured when she put her hand on top of his, keeping it in place. She didn't say anything, however, just kept looking at their hands, even pressing it against her stomach a little. Her face seem to contemplate saying anything. "Beth, what's going on?" Steve encouraged.

"I was just…" She trailed off before looking up to him. He couldn't ignore that she looked tired, which the doctor said would most likely occur since her body was still working overtime to repair itself. But through the beautiful green shine of her eyes, he could also see that she was scared.

"You can tell me," Steve promised.

"I know," she reassured. "Right now I just… I need answers."

"I have answers," he nodded. "Just let me in."

"It's-It's 2014, right?" Bethany asked, Steve replying with a nod. "I'm just gonna assume that we've had sex then. I mean, since you've been back."

"Yeah," Steve answered, with a small smile. "A lot."

Bethany chuckled, resting her head on his chest. "That doesn't surprise me. Was it as good as before?"

"Even better."

Bethany shook her head. "Impossible," she replied earnestly, smiling softly to herself. "What did we use?"

"For birth control?" Steve asked, already knowing the answer. "Uh, a bunch of things, actually. At one point, you had your tubes tied and then we also used pills and condoms-"

"Wait, at one point?" Bethany questioned, turning her head to look at him. "Why not anymore?"

Steve instantly felt stuck. He couldn't very well say she undid it when they got married to show him that she was ready for the next step in their lives. "I wasn't comfortable with it," Steve revealed, knowing that this wasn't a lie. "Where is this all coming from?"
"I can't feel pain," Bethany answered immediately. "I just… I'm wondering if I'll still feel pleasure."

Steve shifted on the bed, feeling his heart clench. The idea seemed to devastate Bethany. And in turn, Steve didn't want to entertain the idea. "And you want to find out," Steve replied.

"Don't you?" Was her answer, her voice weak.

Shifting his weight, Steve moved to hover over Bethany's form. "Well, I know one way we can test this theory. One way that we don't need any protection. And tomorrow, you can decide what type of birth control you want to use in the future. But right now, let's just do a little of this…"

He bent his head down, kissing her softly. Bethany put her hands on his shoulders, at first lightly and then within a few seconds, as the kiss deepened, her hold on him became a little more forceful. Steve could tell how nervous she was, her entire body tensed up. "Relax," he whispered onto her lips. "Just breathe. And feel."

One of her hands moved up onto the nape of his neck, playing with the wisps of his hair. Steve returned the sweet touches by moving a hand up to cradle her face, his thumb moving across her cheek. "Feel that?" Steve whispered, leaning his forehead against her forehead.

Her breath hitched, lips opened slightly and eyes dark. Steve moved his head down to the crook of her neck, laying a soft but long kiss against the column. Her back arched under him and he took her moment of weakness to slide his arm under her. Their worst fears were disregarded as a whimper slipped out of her mouth the second his teeth sunk into her sweet spot. Steve eagerly worked to draw the whimper out longer, turning the sound into a whine and then a moan. First he sucked, then pressed his tongue against her soft skin before disconnecting his lips all together before carefully peppering a kiss on the tender spot. He continued this, teeth, suck, tongue and pepper until her hips pressed up against him.

"Should we continue? You know, now that we have our answer?" Steve teased.

Bethany opened her eyes, wild with lust, giving him a lazy smile. "Pain is a huge aspect of pleasure you know."

"I do, actually," Steve replied honestly. "What I'm gathering is that you want slow, sweet torture before release?"

"Don't stop when I tell you to," Bethany pleaded with a whisper.

"How do I know when to stop?" Steve asked seriously.

"I'll kick you," Bethany offered. Steve chuckled, leaning down to collect a quick kiss. "I just need to know that I can still enjoy this. No pain? It'll make going back to work easier. Not even worth finding a solution if it's not a problem. But this would be a deal breaker. The ultimate deal breaker."

It concerned Steve only a little that the loss of pain wouldn't faze Bethany. He had almost been certain that she had said something about pain making people human once upon a time. But then again, he knew that pain made people do stupid things. He had been trained on how to maintain a clear mind under torture. He had passed. While he didn't know about Bethany, he also knew that torture could last lifetimes for her. Pain was a very different thing to them.

"Help me take off your clothes," Steve said softly. Together, they slowly peeled off the layers until she was bare against the sheets. Steve kneeled on the bed in between her legs, looking at her body, studying every part of it. The burns on her torso weren't as bad as the ones on her back, and one entire leg was free from any harm. But instead of the scabs from the fire, her stomach had a long scar from the surgery. Steve couldn't even remember how many organs they had to work on, but he knew it was a lot. The scar was fading, just a white line, but still very evident against her skin.

He ghosted his hands up her legs and across her stomach, Steve's eyes watching as his fingers touched the damaged skin. Despite barely laying any pressure, he was afraid that she would feel pain at any given moment. But she made no sound of discomfort as his hands travelled farther up. He cupped one of her breasts, weighing it lightly in his hands. She hadn't questioned why they were so swollen. It had been a week since she last breastfed. In the past, she had barely been able to go a few hours before the discomfort appeared. They still had a good stockpile of breast milk in the freezer for Jamie, but since he was starting to eat baby food now, that was his main source of food. When he would stop crying long enough, of course.

But she hadn't said a word. Although, no pain would make sense, he reminded himself, rubbing a quick finger over her nipple, but quickly drawing away for fear of milk appearing. Still, they're significantly bigger. Heavier.

"Steve," Bethany breathed. He looked up to her face, her eyes closed and head to the side. Her tone was not one of pleasure, but boredom. Steve quickly realized he spent a little too long thinking this through.

"Sorry," Steve whispered, kissing right above her belly button. "Just admiring your beauty."

"Did I put on weight?" Bethany asked carefully, eyes still closed. So, maybe she did notice, Steve thought.

"You like fatty foods, remember?" Steve supplied and she accepted this as answer enough before he let out a sigh. He followed her hip bone down to her mound, looking at the soft curls that had grown in. She usually kept it bare, but after Jamie was born, was too tired and lazy to do it. Steve didn't mind. In fact, he liked it better. It felt more natural.

He trailed a single finger down, tantalizingly slow. He heard her breath hitch as he drew it over her clit, but didn't let it hover, only falling down even more. Feeling the pool of arousal right at her entrance, he swirled his finger in it before sliding it in. Bethany, who apparently had been holding her breath in, released it, a sigh dragging off the end.

Steve curled his finger, rubbing carefully in one specific spot and watching for signs from Bethany. Her knees bending. Legs parting a little more. Toes clenching and then releasing. He relaxed his finger, pulling it out and slipping it back in and repeating his pattern. He picked up the pace a little, but made sure to put more power into it. Bethany's body jolted upwards a little every single time, but she made no sounds of displeasure. In fact, her toes remained clenched. Her hands were gripping the sides of her thighs, holding them open. Her fingernails were digging deep into her skin, Steve afraid she would break it. He continued, in, curl, rub, out, in curl, rub, out, watching her fingers. If he saw any sight of blood, he was stopping, whether or not she could feel the pain.

Having stretched her, he slipped two more fingers in. It was a tight squeeze, but Bethany only made a sound of pleasure. Her lips were pink and swollen, and opened up perfectly for Steve to see. Her clit was engorged, begging to be touched, but all Steve wanted to do was suck. Moving to lie between her legs, Steve grunted as his erection was sandwiched between himself and the bed. He moved his hips lightly, gathering up some momentum before finding the pain to be enjoyable and turning his attention back to Bethany.

One of her hands had left her thighs and was cupping the outside of her breast, her fingers itching towards her erect nipple. Pulling his fingers from inside her, he took a hold of that travelling hand, as well as the one that was still on her thigh.

Bethany's eyes popped open at the sudden movement and loss of penetration. "What?"

"Why don't we do something different?" Steve asked suddenly, an idea sparking to mind. But not for kink. He didn't want to chance her squeezing too hard, or milk just building up anyways.

"Different how?" Bethany questioned, brows furrowed.

"Ummm," Steve said, sitting up and looking around the room, spotting their duffel bag. Springing up and across the room, he dug into it for two things. One, his spare belt. Two, her satin sash that she often wore in her hair.

"Steve?" Bethany asked when he turned around, each black item in one hand. She looked excited. "What are we doing?"

"Well," Steve began, sitting next to her on the bed. "Give me your hands."

"Since when did you become this… adventurous?" She asked, a gleam in her eyes as she watched Steve secure her hands with his belt.

"Let's just try it," Steve replied, then taking the satin sash and tying it around her head, covering her eyes.

"Hey, you won't hear me complaining," Bethany responded, her voice sultry.

"Alright," Steve sighed, looking at her bound body, completely vulnerable to him. He bent down and carefully took her nipple between his lips, clearing the milky white dot that had grown as her arousal heightened. Pulling away, he ached with how much he wanted her. How much he wanted to dance with her in the most intimate way possible.

Taking in a deep breath he digged deep for all the strength he could. Bethany laid there, waiting, but not pressing him. After a few deep breaths, he moved back down to her core before he lost his willpower. Opening her legs, thumbs pulling her lips apart completely, he pressed a deep kiss onto her clit. Bethany's legs immediately clenched up, hovering over the mattress lightly as a strangled moan made its way out. Steve smiled in victory before kissing the nub again, this time harder.

"Yes," Bethany whispered as Steve licked twice before beginning to suck. The pressure created vibrations that Steve had learned over the years were a quick undoing for Bethany. However, this Bethany didn't know this technique and Steve relished in her experiencing it for the first time.

Incoherent strangled sounds came out of her mouth and Steve calmly reminded her to breathe, his breath tickling her a little. She immediately followed his instructions as he went back to work, sucking lightly for slow vibrations and then harder for more. Once again, Bethany was holding her breath, like she was completely forgetting to breathe. Steve reminded her once again, the loss of vibration causing her to whimper.

"Breathe," Steve repeated with a chuckle with the pout of her lip. "You've said it yourself, it's better when you remember to breathe."

"It's too good," Bethany whispered, out of breath.

Steve chuckled again, moving upwards to kiss her quickly. "Breathe, Bethany."

Moving back down, he slipped a finger inside her, massaging her walls as he continued the sucking. Soon, he could feel her walls beginning to clench and he pulled away. He wanted to build her orgasm up and pull away until he knew it was cruel torture instead of pure bliss. She always hated when he did that until the moment of release hit. It was a full blown orgasm with tears and screams and her body shaking for minutes on end. Steve wanted that. And he knew that even though Bethany didn't know she wanted that, he was going to give her that.

"Wha-Steve!" Bethany objected when he pulled away and cupped her mound with his palm.

"Shh," Steve replied. "Just breathe."

"I was!" She insisted.

"I know you were, just keep breathing. Trust me, I know what I'm doing," Steve promised. He moved up and quickly kissed away the white milky tips before moving back down to her legs. His erection was becoming painful, and despite his ability to put Bethany first, he decided to remove his pants, giving his throbbing member some room.

"Steve," Bethany pleaded.

He obliged, picking up his patterned work. Steve could tell how sexually frustrated and hungry she was. On the side of her legs and dripping from her core was her thick arousal, and Steve knew his face was glistening with it. He attempted to wipe some of the excess glisten with his tongue, but when it seemed impossible and Bethany's whines reached a new decibel, he went back to his sucking of her clit while burying three fingers in her.

By this point, Bethany's hips were already moving at their own pace. Steve placed his free arm against her hips, trying to keep them still. He had the strength to hold them in place, but in the past, he had always been afraid that the power would hurt her. Testing out the waters on her new no-pain ability, Steve found that he could keep her completely still without so much as a painful cry. Instead, it was just moans of continued frustration.

He kept bringing her to the edge and pulling back, going fast to going slow, relishing in the powerful clenching to the random beats. He monitored her breathing, her moans, her facial expressions and when it sounded like she was crying from not being able to reach her release, paired with her begging, Steve finally let her fall off the edge.

Everything he wanted, the tears, the screams and the shaking body. He got it all. He removed his arm from her hips, letting them move on their own accord as he placed his other hand over her mound, rubbing soft circles over her clit. He stayed there until her sounds came to a halt, but her breathing was still rapid and her body was still shaking.

Carefully and subtlety cleaning her breasts, he freed her hands and pulled the blindfold off. The look in her eyes was pure bliss, thanking him silently. Steve smiled and kissed her forehead, lying down beside her and holding her close. He could feel her heart beating against her chest, fast and impossibly strong. Tears still fell down her face, but Steve knew they were of overwhelming satisfaction.

Kissing the top of her head, he could see her looking at his underwear, his erection strained against it. "Just give me a minute," Bethany whispered. She looked exhausted, and Steve doubted she'd be able to move, let alone either suck or jerk him off. It wasn't happening. But Steve was okay with that, since he wanted her to reach that level of exhaustion. It was the only downside of her full body orgasm, but even then, Steve really didn't mind.

"No, it's fine," Steve assured. "I can take care of it."

"No, it's not fine," Bethany argued, but her voice was tired. "I wouldn't want that to be me. Have to take care of myself after delivering an orgasm like that."

"Yeah, well it's different," Steve promised. "You can return the favor tomorrow. How does that sound? You watching right now will be help enough."

He craned his head to look at her face. She had a content smile on her face, clearly enjoying the mental image of him working himself. Through her pregnancy, it was something Other Bethany had seen at least once a week, since her hormones would convince her that she wanted sex only to go completely dry half way through foreplay. She would help him on occasion, but more often than not, she just wanted to lay there. He understood that, and quickly realized that her watching him was a great feat.

But this Bethany hadn't seen that. Despite the horrible situation they were in with her lost memories, Steve knew that being able to re-live the firsts was the ultimate pro. There was one first he was looking forward to more than the others.

The 'I love you'.


**A/N: I PROMISE THAT SHE WILL FIND OUT SOON! Watch the video PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE :D

IrelandLover: Soon! Very soon! I wrote the scene today.

Jo: I'm still working out how Bethany will be, but I'm going to take the best side of every Bethany there has been.

greywaters: There will be a hair change. It's something I've had on my mind for almost a year. It was supposed to happen during her pregnancy and then afterwards (like right afterwards), but I've finally decided to do it. It's not as much going to change her in any way, it's just going to be a very complex and touching scene.

KnowInsight: I wrote the scene today :) It'll happen soon enough. Chapter 5.

FelicaFelicis: Haha, don't worry that's what the arc reactor line was for! I agree. Sam will always be the rational one in my opinion. I've decided to write him in more. I really enjoy writing for him. :)

sarahmichellegellarfan1: Thanks, as always!

Cotton Strings: Splitting them up and having two fanfictions following the same story line? I feel like it'll be too redundant. I'm already struggling to keep this story a priority, adding another story that already coincides... Just would be too much work for me and cause more confusion than necessary. My only suggestion is to do what you're doing and skip over it. It's typically 1,000 words out of 5,000 to skip over, so that's still a sufficient amount of reading. I mean, I do the same things in the fanfictions I read, so I don't take it to heart. However, Bucky and Kiley right now are setting up the feel for Civil War. Yup. You read that right. Not even Age of Ultron.

fallingforthecaptain: Haha, my sister's response was "Biley sounds like bile and Kucky sounds like yucky. So Buckley since they apparently have a cold." Therefore, Buckley. And you know what? They'll be happier. I was planning to do my thing and make them fight and what not, but no. I've decided that they'll come out even happier.