Oh, wow. It's been over a year since I've updated this. Honestly, going back and reading over it is slightly (hahahahaha a lot more than slightly) cringy. But here's a new chapter that I wrote a year ago, but re-wrote tonight. The updating of the story just proves how far I will go to procrastinate. Finals are in four days, but here I am updating a fanfiction from a year ago. Oh well, thank ya kindly for reading. Hopefully I won't wait a year for the next update, and my wring skills have improved.
Natasha sat down with the book, and read over the page Bucky had been reading. It was a report about a man that Bucky had been assigned to assassinate years an years ago, along with whomever else happened to be in his house that night. There had been three people killed, the man, his wife, and their young child. The report said strangulation on all three, and the house was burnt down. She tossed the book to the side, and ran her hands over her face with a sigh. She pulled a small flip phone out of her purse. Tony had made them for everyone just in case they needed a secure line that was actually secure, which was more often than any of them wanted. She walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower like Bucky had before, and called Steve.
"What's wrong." Steve said, answering immediately.
"Nothing yet." She said.
"You think somethings going to happen?" He asked.
"We found something at the restaurant that Hydra is using for storage. It's the book with all of the Winter soldier mission reports and instructions."
Steve paused for a second. "Did Bucky see it?" He asked.
Natasha sighed. "He was the one that found it. He was reading it when we got back to the hotel half an hour ago, and started doing this weird crying thing where he's not exactly crying. There's just tears."
"He does that."
"I took it from him and told him not to worry about it." Natasha said.
Steve paused. "What's he doing now?"
"He's in the shower. Steve, if this book gets out he will be in so much trouble. I don't know if we-"
"I know. You haven't told anyone at SHIELD have you?" He asked.
"No. We didn't think it would go over very well. Steve, I don't think he remembers half the things that are in here."
"He doesn't." Steve said. "He's gaining memories slowly and it's so bad when he does, Natasha. Sometimes he doesn't sleep for days afterward."
"I don't think he remembers me." Natasha said. "I know it's selfish, after all he's been through, but I can't stop asking myself why he doesn't."
"Do not tell him I said this, but he talks about you all the time." Steve said. "And he thinks you're cute."
Natasha paused. "Uh." She paused again. "Do you think I should try to keep the book away from him for now, or let him have it? I know if I keep it he's not going to come asking for it."
Steve didn't laugh, thank God. "Keep it. We can talk when you all get back. I'll ask him about it, but it's your call." Steve said. "Thanks for letting me know. Do you want me to fill Sam and Tony in, or just keep it between me and you?"
"Not Tony. I better go. He just shut the water off." Natasha said, as she fiddled with the file. This was going to be a mess. Everything was with Bucky.
"Call me if you need anything. Bye, Tasha."
Her phone beeped signaling the call ending. She sighed as she sprawled out on the bed. This was going to be a long trip.
Aaaaand there it is, boys. Hopefully there is more to come sooner than later. Thank you all so much for reading, and comments mean the world to me (hint-hint, wink-wink).
