Mckayla opened the door to get into her apartment building stealthily and carefully. She was trying to avoid the landlady as best as possible.
She hadn't been able to pay all of her rent, and her job searching was coming up empty. She was almost broke and she was stressing out because of her soulmates. Now that she had met them, she could feel almost every emotion they could. And it was stressful.
"Damn super soldiers." She crept up the stairs slowly, hoping the landlady wasn't doing her weekly inspection of the building. If she was, Mckayla was surely screwed.
"One more flight..." She stepped up to the last step of her floor and froze. From where she was standing, she could see her door swung wide open, the door jam broke.
"What the hell?!" Mckayla jogged towards her apartment door and peered inside.
"Oh my god..." She felt her emotions fluctuating rapidly and was to the point of tears.
Her apartment was tore apart, almost destroyed. Her books were thrown everywhere, her tv and cheap stereo gone. Her couch had knife marks in the cushions, and her screen door was shattered.
She walked further into the apartment and towards her room. She pushed open the door and felt anger flood her veins.
"Son of a bitch!" Like the living room, her bedroom was destroyed. Everything they could take, they did. She may not have many things worth great value, but she had a few small things.
"I can't believed it..." Her clothes were strewn over her floor and bed. Her dresser was laying on the floor with the drawers smashed and broke.
She placed her hand over her mouth and bit down on her lip, hard. She had worked so hard for what she had and it was gone.
Her apartment was destroyed, beyond any repairs that she could make. Her clothes were everywhere and her dresser destroyed. Her tv and stereo, while cheap, was earned through hours of working while in university.
Mckayla's emotional distress was interrupted by the sound of a car horn outside. She jerked her head in the direction and listened to it for a moment before leaving her room and walking to the balcony.
She looked down at the street below her and watched as a few cars on the streets had their doors ripped open, horns blaring.
"I cant believe it..." She was still in disbelief, even as she turned around and looked at her home. It was all ruined. Everything. And she had no money to replace it.
Mckayla stepped over the broken class and shuffled to the ripped couch and sat down on the old, and now ruined cushions.
She didn't want to tear up again, but the thought of all of her hard work, the countless hours of work to have a nice-ish place that wasn't in the worst area of New York, gone. All of it.
She tugged her bottom lip into her mouth again, and curled up against the old cushions and wrapped her arms around her knees. She rest her head against her knees and broke down.
Bucky stripped his mission gear off and raised his arms above his head and stretched. Himself, Natasha and Steve had just gotten back from a particularly hard mission and Bucky was relieved to be back.
He couldn't wait to strip off his mission gear and be able to stretch out his sore muscles. After being shot at, almost electrocuted and dangling off a building, he needed to take the edge off.
"Good work, Buck." Bucky gave Natasha a slight smile, and focused again on taking off his mission gear and discarding his weapons.
"That wasn't the worst we've been through, right Steve?" Bucky turned his head and met the gaze of the blonde soldier, but he was out of focus. He was staring far off into the distance, a concerned look on his face.
"Everything alright, Cap?" When Steve didn't answer, Bucky gave his should a hard shove. Steve snapped out of his daze and looked at Bucky and Natasha, before shaking his head.
"You can feel Wanda's emotions right?" Bucky stood rigid, wondering what the hell was going on.
"Yeah of course I can. Felt her worry the entire time we were gone." The look of concern grew on Steve's face.
"I can feel Mckayla's. She's angry and upset. I think something's wrong." An alarm went off in Bucky's head.
He wasted no time in putting his mission gear back on. He ignored Natasha's voice behind him, only focusing on what Steve was saying.
Mckayla didn't know how much time had past since she first sat on the couch. She was in a daze, out of her head, thinking of the past few years.
She had worked so hard in high school to get the best grades possible. She worked tirelessly in university to get a degree and be able to afford a place off campus. She had put in all this effort, and it was gone. All gone.
"Mckayla." She lifted her head from her knees and glanced towards her apartment door. Two men were standing in the doorway, one dressed in blue and white and the other dressed in black.
"Steve? Bucky?" She didn't quite recognize Steve in his captain America uniform, but she recognized the longer dark hair of Bucky. And if Bucky was here, than Steve would be too.
"What happened?" A new wave of tears hit her.
"It's gone. It's all gone." She placed her head back on her knees and sniffled. The floor creaked near the kitchen and once again in the living room.
"What happened?" A hand was placed on hers, drawing her attention from the mess on the floor to the owner of the hand. Steve's bright blue eyes were trained on her, watching her.
"I just came back and I walked up the stairs and it was open. The door was ripped right off the door jam. The screen door was shattered, clothes were everywhere. Tv and stereo was gone and the couch was ripped. Everything is just...gone." She pulled herself out of that position and brushed her hands against her cheeks.
"It'll be okay." The couch dipped beside her and without hesitation, she curled into the side of Bucky. She lay her head on the material covering his chest and pushed herself further into his lap.
His arms wrapped around her body, as if he was shielding her from her surroundings. She sniffled again and then sighed. She was emotionally drained. Not just from this but everything.
She emotionally and physically tired. She was tired of trying to get herself just a little bit ahead to fall 4 steps back. She was tired of fighting with Kate and actually missed her.
"It'll be alright, doll. Everything will be fine." Her eyes felt heavy in Bucky's arms and she felt relaxed despite what had happened around her. She felt safe.
"You can stay with us in the tower. Until we can get this straightened out. And then if you want to come back, you could come back." The hand that was resting on her back, Bucky's metal hand, moved to the back of her head. His metal hand ran down her hair, soothing her further.
"It'll be alright. I promise, doll."
This is a shorter chapter but oh well. Took forever to write cause I didn't know how to get started. Hope you like it!
Thanks to the reviewers:
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