Written for: agentdaisymaximoff. December 2nd, 2018 Bucky & Daisy spending the night in a haunted building.

"So what's the story with this place?"

They were halfway up the stairs to the second floor of the abandoned Victorian style home. Bucky tore massive cobwebs out of their way with a baseball bat. Fortunately, no spiders had dropped on them yet and there weren't any ghosts running around either.

"It's pretty standard," he said. "Family moves in, kid dies, weird noises in the night, suddenly the mom starts claiming the kid's ghost is in the house. She goes insane. They sell the place. No one ever stays longer than a year. That's the rumor anyway."

"Not bad," Daisy said with an exaggerated shudder. "Our own personal Amityville horror."

"Except less murdery," said Bucky.

They reached the top step and it creaked. Downstairs, scampering feet made Bucky's heart stop for a fraction of a second. Then a rat zipped by, bits of garbage clamped in its mouth. Bucky stretched to mask his sigh of relief.

"Smells like old feet in here," Daisy muttered, brushing decades worth of dust off the banister.

"It's over a hundred years old. Were you expecting pine scent?"

"I don't know, but if I get asbestos poisoning, I swear to God, I'm telling everyone at school that you still sleep with a teddy bear."

"One, I told you that in confidence. Two, you have no proof."

"That's what you think."

They moved on, checking the bedrooms and bathrooms for interesting sights. This house was a maze of doors and hallways. Bucky was no expert on architecture but he had a feeling urban explorer types would love this place. Hell, Bucky used to dream of hunting ghosts in here back when he still believed in them.

"See any disembodied heads yet?" He kicked aside a rotting piece of wood. "Any rattling chains or bleeding walls?"

"Shut up," said Daisy, hugging herself for warmth. "This house is way too cold."

"That means the ghosts are coming for you." Bucky suddenly gripped her shoulders, making her jump. She swatted at him as he laughed and stomped ahead.

"You really want the world to know about Sergeant Fuzzy, don't you?"

They found a mostly empty room with the guts of a bed against the wall and a broken vanity by the window. The floors were sturdier in here and the cold November air didn't reach them. Their flashlights kept them from total darkness as they sat on some old chairs and took a break.

"So," Daisy said after a few seconds of silence, "how long do we have to stay in here again?"

Bucky shrugged. "Long enough to prove it's safe I guess. Why? Worried about the ghosts?"

"There's no such thing as ghosts," Daisy snapped, clearly still peeved about his little joke. "If anyone's haunting this place it's your stupid ass."

"Hey now, I'll have you know, my ass is the farthest thing from stupid," Bucky smirked. "In fact, nine out of ten women agree: my ass is top notch."

"Yeah, and what about the tenth one?"

"That's you."

Daisy rolled her eyes and turned away from him. Their flashlights blinked and they took that as their cue to get moving. The rest of the house was as musty and derilict as one would expect. They reached the storeroom and inspected a few jam jars, black and foul smelling.

"You want to get out of here?" Bucky asked, shining his flashlight on Daisy. "We're not going to find anything and I'm beat."

"Aw, poor baby." Daisy fake pouted. "You must've missed your afternoon nap."

"Yeah, your mom kept me up late. Let's go."

They walked to the storeroom door. It had shut behind them when they went in, but they hadn't thought much of it. Stepping across the threshold, the kitchen was darker than Bucky remembered. His rubbed his eyes and looked around. The ancient gas stove and broken cabinets were gone. In their place were rows of shelves full of cracked jam jars-

"What the…" Bucky turned and the door they had just walked through was gone. Before them was a new door. The same door. Bucky and Daisy shared a glance. They seemed to dare each other to be the first to go through.

"You have the bat," Daisy said. In her eyes was dawning fear the likes of which he'd never seen in her before.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky stepped forward, keeping his eyes open despite an overwhelming need to close them. All it meant was they got to adjust again on the same stone walls and cobwebs.

"Okay," Bucky said, his fingers tightening over the flashlight as Daisy gulped. "Maybe something is going on here…"