A/N: I only own the OC
Thank you for the reviews! The action and drama are picking up after this chapter. Sorry for the slow start.
Bucky POV
I looked over at Sam as we trained at his gym. He knew that my head was elsewhere judging by the comments and that I was missing punches. He finally threw some water at me and I gladly took it. I sat in the middle of the mat and he shook his head at me.
"What's going on? You have something on your mind." he said and I shrugged.
"The therapist yelling at you again?" he asked me and I felt myself smirk.
"Not exactly... we did yell at each other." I said and he raised an eyebrow as he sat down beside me.
"I didn't think she was supposed to yell at you. I guess you really can piss off anyone." he said with a chuckle and I rolled my eyes at him.
"I ended up asking her to get coffee." I admitted and he looked surprised.
"I guess I did figure that out of you and Steve you were the one with some kind of game." he said and I smirked. I remember a time when we would go out before the war and he would never be able to talk to a girl, dance with a girl, or anything... then he came back as Captain America and no one but him could get the girls.
"I will never get a girl to dance with me." Steve said as we tried to get two girls to dance with us.
"You will when you grow a little more." I said as he gave me a pointed look that I had seen many times before.
"You just have to find the right one." I said and he sighed.
"You won't be alone anyways... I'm with you til the end of the line." I said and he smirked before we headed out to try again.
"Earth to Bucky." Sam said and I shook the memory away... I guess I was just glad hat I still had good ones.
"Thinking about her again?" Sam asked me as I drank some more water.
"I wonder if it even still works?" Sam asked out loud and it cause me to spit out my water everywhere as he laughed at me.
"I hate you some days." I said and he smirked.
We went back to sparring and working out until he had to go meet someone. I was grabbing my stuff when he came over to me.
"You up for tomorrow?" he asked me and I nodded. I hadn't really gone on a mission in awhile, and he was just wanting help with recon. I could do that.
"If you see her again try not to be your normal asshole self." he said and I smirked before we both headed our different ways. I didn't want to admit it, but maybe Sarah had been right. I had stopped avoiding Sam, and actually done something with someone else. I knew that it wouldn't eliminate the nightmares, and after having them for so long... maybe it was time to try another way to get rid of them.
Sarah POV
I was sitting with Chelsea after a long day at work and her Dad handed me another beer.
"So, I haven't seen you since you walked away with him... what happened?" she asked me as I took a sip of my beer.
"He invited me back to his apartment." I said and she gave a happy squeal, and her mother gave us a look at that. I took a sip of my beer as Chelsea gave an embarrassed look.
"And?" she asked me and I shook my head in horror as she wiggled her eyebrows.
"No, we ate the food I had in mostly silence. I don't know it was weird. I told him I would see him later, and left." I said and she nodded.
"You guys didn't talk at all?" she asked me and I shrugged.
"We mad small talk. The last time I had talked to him was yelling at him, and then him asking me out for coffee. He confuses the hell out of me." I admitted and she chuckled.
"He still seems better than Brock." she mumbled and I chuckled because she was right.
We talked about different things, work, and she told me about her latest conquest with men. I was actually grateful when her brother sat food in front of me so that I could head home. I loved Chelsea, but she was high energy. I didn't want to know about her latest guy's dick size. I needed some quiet time now. I hugged her as she told me about the plans she had made for us on Friday night.
I walked out and headed up the block. I got the feeling again that someone was watching me. I turned to look behind me, and I didn't see anyone else. I moved to put my gun a little closer to my hip and easier access. I kept on going when I heard distinct footsteps, and they were coming up behind me. I had a decision to make. I dropped the food, stepped to the side, turned, and landed a rib shot on the person. I heard a distinct grunt as the person doubled over. I got ready to pull my weapon when they looked up at me. I was looking at a surprised Bucky.
"What the fuck?" I asked him and he slowly stood up straight as I grabbed my bag of food.
"I saw you... and..." he was saying when he bend back over again.
"Fuck, you hit hard." he mumbled.
"I was trained to." I shot back and he finally stood up to his full height.
"Now, can you tell me why you thought it was a good idea to sneak up on me?" I demanded and he smirked.
"What the fuck is so funny?" I asked him because I was so annoyed right now.
"You. You are kind of cute when you are mad." he said and I widen my eyes at the fact that he was not only laughing at me, but he also called me cute. I went to hit him again and he blocked me. He was ready this time.
"It's not nice to hit people." he said and I pulled away from him. He knew how to be infuriating.
"It's not nice to be snuck up on either." I shot back I turned towards my house and he kept up beside me.
"What did you want, Bucky?" I finally asked him as we walked together without saying anything for another block. I stopped and looked at him. He had his hands shoved into his pockets, his hat pulled lower, and was looking at the pavement.
"I wanted..." he was saying and looked at me. I could tell when he was saying so he sighed, and started again.
"I didn't want to be alone. I saw Sam today, went back to my apartment, and didn't want to just sit there another night." he admitted and I nodded.
"See that wasn't hard." I said and he pursed his lips.
"Come on, I always order way too much food, but next time you bring beer." I said and he chuckled as he nodded. I knew that I normally wouldn't invite someone I onl knew by their file in right away, but he was the Winter Solider. He would have already killed me if he wanted.
He came in and looked around. Butterfinger walked up and sniffed him. He slowly petted him as I put the stuff on the table.
"Nice house." he said and I nodded.
"They are rare in this area." I said and he chuckled.
"I remember a few more were closer to the city when I was growing up." he said and I nodded. I grabbed two beers and handed him one. He took it, clinked it against mine, and took a sip.
"Do you miss that time?" I asked him before talking a sip. He sighed and looked around.
"I'm sorry... you don't..." I was saying when he waved it off.
"I do because it was familiar, and Steve was around." he said and I nodded. I knew he missed Steve. I had seen it since the first time I had talked to him, before I was a counselor. I knew that he didn't remember that, or I hoped he didn't. The first time I met him was when he busted out of the compound after being arrested and taken to Vienna. I was there with Sharron and Nat... damn, I missed Nat.
I sat our the food and he got a little of everything. I turned on The Simpsons while we ate. He had lots of questions, and didn't understand why they were yellow. I didn't realize how many we had watched until I looked up at realized it was almost midnight. He had been here for a few hours.
"I guess I should go." he said and I nodded.
"I work tomorrow." I said and he chuckled.
"I do too." he said and I looked at him surprised.
"Yeah, Sam asked for help on recon." he said and I nodded.
"Be careful." I said and he gave a small smile.
"Can I take you to dinner tomorrow night?" he asked me before stepping out the door, and I was surprised.
"Oh, Bucky... I thought you just wanted to be friends." I said and he nodded, as he rubbed the back on his neck, and looked at me. I had hurt his pride.
"But, friends go out to dinner, so yes. I'm sorry. I would like to get dinner with you, if the offer stands." I said and he nodded.
"I will text you tomorrow night." he said before walking out into the cold night air. I shut the door and looked at Butterfinger.
"Yeah, I know... I was an asshole." I said and ran my hands over my face. I knew that I needed to talk to someone for once.
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