*I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS. MARVEL DOES EXCEPT FOR VIOLETTA.*

Running from H.Y.D.R.A

Chapter Three:

The Feeling

A few days had passed, Violetta was sitting out on the porch. The breeze was blowing her hair. Bucky came out onto the porch. He was having bad few days. The breeze hits Bucky's hair. Violetta glance over at Bucky.

"James, are you okay?" She asks him.

"Yeah, I'm sorry for worrying you." Bucky replies.

He felt anxious and sick to his stomach the pass few days. Then Bucky sighed and sat next to Violetta on the porch. Everyday he felt more like a human than a machine to kill a people. He took her hand with his hand. Bucky held it. Violetta smiles. His hand was rough yet soft to touch.

"I'm glad you helped me." He told her.

"You were in bad shape, James." Violetta told Bucky.

He kisses her hand. It was warm and soft on his lips. The kiss made Violetta's heart skip a beat. It made her breathless. Violetta began to feel lightheaded.

"I'm a bad man." He said.

"No, you're not." She told him. "I see a confused and lost soul in front of me. Did something happen to you, James?" Violetta asks him.

Bucky didn't want to say anything to her. He was worried that H.Y.D.R.A was going to hurt or kill her. His blue eyes met her brown eyes once more.

"I can't say, Vi." He answers her.

"Alright." Violetta said.

She went back into the apartment. Bucky glances down at the street below him. People were busy with their lives. Then he realized that his birthday was months ago. Bucky was 99 years old biologically. He was 33 years old physically and mentally. Once he got up from the chair, Bucky didn't feel his age. The first time, in awhile, he was not worried about anything.

In the evening, Bucky was chopping carrots to put in the soup. He was making dinner for Violetta and him. Violetta was reading a book on the couch. She began to smell Bucky's cooking from the kitchen. Violetta realized it's been nearly two weeks since she met Bucky. She got up from the couch and walks out to the kitchen.

"It smells great." Violetta told him.

Bucky turns his head towards Violetta, "I am making homemade chicken noodle soup the way my mother made for us." He replies.

"Can I have a taste?" She asks Bucky placing her book on the counter.

Bucky nods, "When it's done, Vi." He answers.

Bucky realizes Violetta and him came from two different periods. She was a Millennial living in Romania. He was a part of the greatest generation that lived. Bucky was a soldier and she was a nurse. There was something he admired about her. Violetta had soft red hair which he liked. She was fire to him. Her tender brown eyes were welcoming and warm. Then Bucky leans into her and kisses her. Violetta pulls back. She was speechless.

"I'm so sorry, Vi." Bucky apologized.

"It's okay, James." She said blushing red on her cheeks.

"I shouldn't have done it." Bucky told her.

"James!" She sighs, "I liked it."

Bucky blushes, "Oh...I...um..." He said sounding flustered.

Violetta kisses him. She wraps her arms around him. She teased her tongue inside of his mouth. Bucky groans and pulls her close to him. He places his hands on her each side of her face. He hasn't kissed anyone like this since 1941. Bucky begins to feel arousal from the kiss.

Moments later, they broke away from each other. Violetta and Bucky were panting from the kiss. Bucky moves his thumb over Violetta's swollen lips. He felt his own hardness going soft slightly. Violetta left the room, leaving Bucky wondering about her. He likes everything about her including her lips and tongue

A/N: Hot damn! I like to say thank you to my followers. I can't believe we are on Chapter 4 already. Please follow, read and review. XOXO.