"Hey everyone!" Said the scared Introvertasaurus as she climbs out of her burrow to cautiously bestow upon her readers the latest product of her labors.

That was a loooong two weeks, am I right? Yeah? No? Okay so it was a little longer than two weeks *insert Donny's death glare and my retreat into the burrow to peek out* OKAY OKAY a lot longer! And I am very sorry! No excuses this time other than laziness. TTnTT

Anyways, this is part 1 and I know its short, but please bear with me. If it helps any it was my birthday last month. Wooo! Yeah and I am just getting off of a cold. And I have had to deal with stupid school scholarship stuff that got messed up, but I don't have to take Spanish anymore! And I am now rambling and making excuses that I said I wasn't going to do. Crap. Whatever.

Love you guys for sticking with me and not giving up on me! You all rock and are awesome! Especially all of you how have said that you have reread my story. That, to me, is the best kind of complement and I'm glad you think I'm funny. That means a lot. So thank you!

Anywho, ON WITH THE STORY!


From: Bucky

To: Reyna

Hey:)

Okay. I am good. I am great. I am fire. I am dea- I am stalling. I need to get a grip. I need to stop saying 'I.'

Taking a deep breath to calm my breathing and focus, I position my thumbs over the English alphabet arranged in keyboard order for maximum proficiency developed by- No! Bad! I start pacing back and forth in the back room. No stalling! You are not a dead communist leader of Russia! Reyna are going to text him and you are going to do it now!

I stop pacing and look at Donny, who had been edging towards the door slowly with a wary look on his face.

"Slap me," I demand.

He eyes me for a moment and then says, "Reyna, let's put the phone down for a moment and think this throug-"

"DID I STUTTER, PEASANT? I SAID SLAP ME! THAT'S AN ORDER, DONOVAN!" I yell in my military voice.

Donny, like the good little corporeal he is, anything higher in rank gives him a superiority complex, stands rigid and salutes, saying "Sir yes sir!" before promptly slapping my face.

"OW!" I cry out, holding a hand to my assaulted cheek.

"Sorry!" He quickly says in a worried voice, "It was a reflex from military school."

"You were in there three months in fourth grade!"

"And they were the longest three months of my life," He gets a far off expression for a moment before shaking it off and saying, "You told me to do it!"

"I didn't know you were going to freaking Hulk slap me in the face! What? Do you do like wrist calisthenics every morning? Is this the reason I shouldn't provoke hackers? Because you are all secretly world arm wrestling champs?"

"No! That's not the reason and I'm sorry okay? Why did you even ask me to do that anyway?"

I pause what I was going to say. Why did I ask him to slap me? Oh that's right, Sergeant James Buchannan Barnes the Winter Soldier and freaking Howling Commando just text me and I need to reply. I calmly lifted my phone to type an answer.

"Hi"? Too plain.

"Hiya! :)))" Nope! No way! I'd look too eager. Not that I'm not, I mean Bucky Freaking Barnes just texted me! But still, too eager. Does he even know what the extra ')' mean?

"Ahoy!"? What am I? A ship captain? A pirate? Well I did pirate that movie once. 'Accidentally.' So accidental pirate? No! Bad Reyna! Stay on task!

"Hey:)"? No, that's what he typed.

"Hey(:"? No that just looks weird. Smiles are supposed to be the right way and he would probably think I'm weird if I do it that way.

Oh! Got it!

From: Reyna

To: Bucky

Hi ^-^

There. I sound different from his response. Simple, but not plain; happy, but not overeager. It's-

"Perfect," Donny remarks from over my shoulder somehow, I mean how is he even looking over my shoulder? Is he standing on a box or somet- Yup. He is literally standing on The Box to read over my shoulder. We have never opened The Box, but we have spent hours staring at it and shaking The Box to guess what is inside. Our most recent guesses have been either the meaning to life, the cure for cancer, or bendy straws. The Box has been here long before Starbucks bought the building. He sighs, "Finally you got that over with and can stop freaking me out."

Yes, all is well I just have to wait until he texts back and-

Wait.

Does he expect me to initiate the flow of the conversation? Will he just wait for an awkward amount of time before just giving up and never texting back because I don't understand basic conversation signals? Or maybe he message me back first? He seems like the type that would do that. But what if he isn't?

Did I sound too happy? Or pushy? Did I come on too strong? Maybe it was too childish with the cute happy face. Does he even know how modern virtual conversations work? Do I even know? Do I even know anything? Have I spent my whole life living a lie like the Truman Show? Is the world slowing spiraling into a black hole and the government just doesn't have the heart to tell us?

There are so many things I need to know!

DO PENGUINS HAVE KNEES-

"Waddle waddle~" My phone chimes in my death grip mid philosophical rant and I jump, almost dropping the device.

From: Bucky

To: Reyna

How's my favorite barista? (Don't tell Donny! You've always been my favorite, Rey Rey ;) )

Oh my Mario Karts. I'm his favorite! Never mind that Donny is still standing on the box looking over my shoulder, now pouting slightly because he thinks he make the better coffees, I'm his FAVORITE! Also, how is it legal to sound so cute and be so smooth over text? And-And a winky face?! How is that fair?! I walk over to the wall and lean my forehead on it and groan before typing a reply.

I'm good-DELETE, too... meh sounding

I'm grea-DELETE, nah

I'm fin-DELETE, nope. Agh! This is complicated!

I'm freaking out because you are Bucky Barnes and I don't know how to act around or talk to someone as famous and amazing as you without saying something stupid.

*boop~*

No. NO! Nononono! It didn't!

But it did.

From: Reyna

To: Bucky

I'm freaking out because you are Bucky Barnes and I don't know how to act around or talk to someone as amazing as you without saying something stupid and screwing it up.

OH MY GOSH IT SENT! MY FINGER BARELY SKIMMED THE BUTTON AND IT SENT.

My life is over. It has officially ended as of this moment. Mark it on the calendar and circle it in bold, red marker ink.

I'm just going to go find a patch of dirt, dig a hole, and bury myself. Good bye life. Good bye Hoobert; you will hold a special spot in my heart until the very end. Good bye pile of napkins; though I did not know you long, you made a good cocoon of warmth and self-pity. I walk over to the pile and pat it. *Pat pat*

I then proceed to walk around the room staring silently at various objects for a moment before patting them while Donny watched with confusion and growing worried expression.

Good bye bins and crates of miscellaneous items of unknown origins. *Pat pat*

Good bye dust bunnies under the shelves. Steve, the medium sized and slightly blue one.*Pat* Clint, the purplish one with spots. *Pat pat* Hulk, the giant green one which we should have removed months ago. *Pat pat- cough cough hack cough* Which we REALLY should have removed months ago.

Good bye Donovan. *Pat pat* He gives me a disgruntled and dirty look; though it may have been from all the dust that was on my hand from patting the dust bunnies.

It was nice knowing you all. I am going to go play in traffic now.

To be continued...


Am I pardoned? Can I live? Again sorry for the delay I am really trying to keep this story up and I don't want to drop it. But if, God forbid, it did ever come to a point where I did drop it, please know that I would tell you all first and not leave you hanging.

So I hope you enjoyed it and please review if you feel so inclined! Thank you!

Introvertasaurus out. *scurries back into burrow*