Chapter 17
[Emily's POV]
I sat in shock as Bucky strode over towards me, regret filling his eyes.
He was the Winter Soldier?
Bucky, the one who I got into a pillow fight with, the one who held me while I sobbed my heart out, the one who tried to save me in Germany...
"Please say something," Bucky whispered, and I was jolted out of my shock. His lower lip was wobbling and I could see he was trying really hard not to cry. "Anything..."
"Explains the metal arm."
Bucky looked at me with wide eyes and snorted, which caused me to laugh. He stood a seat across from me, completely ignoring the fact that there was an unconscious man beside me.
"I'm sorry for keeping this from you," he whispered, his human fingers trailing the grooves along his metal arm. "I didn't mean to but we all agreed it was probably for the best."
"I understand, Bucky," I told him, and he looked at me with disbelief. "I-I wasn't really in control of my temper back then. Or now, for that matter." Bucky snorted and glanced down at the guy beside me.
"So, what do we do with this guy?"
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[Bucky's POV]
Clint was dumbstruck when Wanda and I arrived with the two men responsible for Emily's kidnapping and Emily. The archer had leapt off the couch, tripped over a couple of blankets, before swooping Emily up in a giant bear hug.
"Are you alright? Where are the guys who hurt you? I'll give them..." Clint began, but Emily cut him off.
"I'm fine, Clint," she said, yawning slightly. "I just really need some rest."
"Of course!" Clint gushed. He paused before putting a hand on Emily's forehead. "Hey Em...you're burning up...are you alright?"
"Fit as a fiddle," she responded, weakly waving her arm. "I would like some sleep. Natural sleep, please. Do you know anybody who sells some?"
Tony grinned and walked over, placing a hand on the small between Emily's shoulder blades. I tensed up and Wanda noticed. "Well, you're lucky I know a guy. His name is Mr. Pillow-In-Your-Room. Come, I shall introduce you to him." As they walked away, Wanda folded her arms and turned to me.
"I didn't think a former KGB assassin could get jealous," she snorted, giggling a little. My eyes widened with disbelief.
"What?" I gulped, licking my lips. "I'm not jealous."
"Whatever," sniffed Wanda. "I'm going to go to bed." With that, she flipped around and stalked the way Tony and Emily headed.
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[Emily's POV]
I felt ten times as refreshed when I woke up the next morning curled up in my duvet. I stretched my limbs and sighed with happiness as I could actually move my arms and legs.
"Good morning, sunshine," a warm voice interrupted. I stuck my head out of my burrito-formed blanket and smiled as Wanda entered. She was wearing sweats and a baggy t-shirt, her hair put in a messy bun on her head. "I brought breakfast!" She held up the tray and I could already feel my mouth watering. "Figured they didn't feed you."
"Not very much, no," I admitted, wiping all the tiredness from my eyes. "They were more interested in seeing how much they could jack me up." Wanda's steps faltered, and she almost fell over, but my magic shot out, catching and steadying her body. "You alright?" Wanda nodded, sniffing slightly, before sitting down on the edge of my bed. She handed me the tray and I greedily dug in, ignoring all manners and eating the food with my fingers.
"Tone yourself a little, Emily," Wanda chuckled, rolling her eyes.
"What's on the bracket for today?" I asked, gulping down another piece of my pancake.
"Right now, for you? Nothing," Wanda told me. "Clint has made it very clear that you are not going anywhere without one of us beside you."
"But I was sleeping by myself all night," I whined, sitting up a little straighter. I froze when I heard a rustling noise coming from my bathroom. "He did not..."
"Good morning, sunshine!" Clint mimicked as he sauntered out of my bathroom. He was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and his chest was bare, showing off his toned abs and scars. "I'm home!"
"I swear, Clint, if I wasn't so interested in eating right now, you would be dead," I growled, gulping down the orange juice. Clint snorted and plopped down beside Wanda.
"You? You're barely a kitten. You couldn't handle the fierce tiger known as moi," Clint retorted, sneaking one of my sausages off my plate.
"Hey!" I fired back, struggling to lean forward and steal it back. "That's mine!"
"I wasn't here all night," Clint said, taking a bite out of the sausage and laughing at my horrified expression. "Wanda came in and we switched places. Bucky tried to convince us to let him in on the schedule, but I don't trust that whippersnapper, so I refused."
Suddenly, all the memories from last night rushed me, like a tidal wave. I gave a small groan as a massive headache began. Rubbing my temples, I looked at Clint. "Did you know that Bucky was the Winter Soldier?"
Clint froze, half of the sausage still in his mouth. "I don't...know...what you...mean."
"Right," I grumbled, shaking my head. "You just kind of refused to tell me that the man I consider my best friend was a former assassin for Russia?"
"Not exactly what you would put down for best friend material," a new voice put in. Bucky walked in slowly, a shy smile on his face. "Hey Emily...how are you doing?"
"Feeling much better," I sighed, a small smile forming on my lips. "Uh...Wanda, Clint, could you guys give us a minute?"
"I need to take a shower anyways," Clint said, heading straight towards my bathroom.
"Nuh-huh," I responded, flicking my fingers. The blue magic wrapped Clint up and began to drag him out of my room. "No more using my bathroom for your personal gain."
"I'll make sure he stays out," Wanda told me, winking. "Have fun, kiddies." I blushed profusely and Wanda slapped my arm. "Such naughty thoughts, Emily."
That made Bucky blush and Wanda was laughing all the way out.
I leaned forward and patted the bed beside me. Bucky approached cautiously, the same way he did last night when he rescued me.
"I want to know everything," I whispered, locking eyes with him. "Everything."
"Everything is going to take a long time," he commented, taking a seat.
"If there's anything I've learned these past few days, it's patience and resistance," I snorted, rolling my eyes. I laid back and looked at him with genuine interest. "Tell me about your life."
"Well," Bucky began, taking a deep breath. "The first thing you should know is that I was born in 1917, and was the eldest of four kids..."
A/N: W-What's this? BecomingFearless1F has come back from the dead?!
Sup my readers! Yeah, I know I've been AFK for foreeeeeeeeever. Well, I'm back, baby, and with a new chapter!
Fluff chapter ideas are still up! Feel free to leave a comment or review on something you would love to see happen, and I'll see if I can work it into my schedule ;p
First off, to Anonymous who commented on Chapter 15, OH MY GOSH. I nearly cried from your comment. It made my day sooo much to read your comment (over and over again, if I might add).
Thanks still to FanGirlForever19 for coming back no matter how boring this story may get. And thanks to that another Anonymous reader (idk if you're the same person) for reading Chapter 16.
Enjoy friends, I may have something special in store.
Also, I may put a poll up for adding in a new character, or for revealing one. The options will be Emily's father (memory), Emily's mother (memory or reality), or an old friend.
You know the drill: please review with any comments, questions, concerns, or conspiracy theories. I love to hear them all! Apologies for the long A/N note :)