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When I found James Barnes' whereabouts, flashes of the last time we'd seen each other kept running through my mind. Was it Bucky hiding in Bucharest, or was it the Winter Soldier? With the visions I'd been having lately, I knew something bad was going to come our way, and that James Barnes was at the heart of it. I needed answers, I needed to make sure my family was safe. So, I'd decided that I was going to do something to sate my curiosities. I knew I needed to keep an open mind and be ready for anything that would await me in Bucharest, with Barnes. I needed to get my mind off of events from recent years, to try and move on to the best of my ability.
With everything that had been happening, I could have been considered once again to have displayed symptoms of schizophrenia, depression, anxiety, and much more. This trip was partially so that I could get away from that, even if only for a little bit. Later, I'm in the kitchen at the other Avengers base of operations as I eat leftover Chinese takeout from the day before. I watch the small television set up in the kitchen and see news regarding my father. Finally, after finishing my food, I turn off the TV and dump the empty container in the trash can.
"Where are you going? I noticed that your suitcase was packed."
I sighed as I reluctantly turned around and glanced at Wanda, who seemed curious yet angry all at the same time. I gave her a small smile, and leaned against the kitchen counter as I try to ease her worries.
"I'm just going on a little trip. I can't tell you anymore than that." I answered honestly.
"Why not?" She gave me a small glare.
Because you're seeing someone that might be a great threat to this country, or even the world? You could always tell her that.
"Because I'm doing something I shouldn't be. If I told you where I was going, you'd either try to come with me, stop me, or you might accidentally blab to someone about it. If anyone asks you where I went, you won't actually be able to answer them because it'll be the truth." I explained.
Wanda looked skeptical as she continued to stare at me. She finally let out a dejected sigh after a minute or so, and unfolded her arms.
"When will you be back?" Wanda asked.
"About a few days, a week at most." I replied.
"Okay...just call me when you can. I worry about you." Wanda mumbled softly.
"I don't have many friends, but...I'm glad you're my friend. Thank you." I admitted.
Wanda looked surprised to hear me say this, but then gave me a warm smile.
"I could say the same to you." Wanda chuckled.
I walked over to Wanda and gave her a small hug, trying not to wince from the contact.
I've gotta work on not being so awkward around other people.
Well you actually embraced someone first for a change. You're improving in small ways.
"I'll be back soon. I promise." I told her.
"Please don't make this trip a long one. You know how everyone will react. Especially if they find out what you're up to...whatever that is." Wanda said.
"Yeah, they'll go crazy." I sighed.
Crazy? That's an understatement. They think you're spiraling down into a pit of darkness with no hope of escape.
Wait...how do you know that?
Call it intuition.
I don't believe you, but fine.
I wore a small disguise as I exited the airport, making sure to look casual as I walked off to grab a taxi.
Is it weird that I've never really been in a taxi?
Well, you're spoiled rotten and your father is one of the most richest men on this planet...so it's not surprising.
...it's not a lie.
I kept quiet during the ride after telling the driver where to go.
I don't even know what I'll say to him...this is just...this is going to be awkward.
Well you remember most of your vision right? Just go off by that.
Right...damn it, I'm so nervous.
Just relax and be yourself.
So be a socially awkward weirdo? Great advice...I hate talking to people sometimes. I just don't know what to say half the time.
My god, for someone who doesn't say much, you sure say a lot.
Huh?
"Miss, we're here." The driver pulled to a stop.
I perked up almost instantly, feeling butterflies in my stomach as I quickly paid the man and got out of the taxi with my luggage. After renting a room at a motel nearby, I went over to the small apartment complex that Bucky currently resided in. The surroundings looked familiar and I was able to recall which room was Bucky's. My hand hovered over the door as my anxiety slowly grew until I was beginning to sweat.
Maybe I should just leave? I mean, it's not too late to back out now.
You would really come all this way and then leave? Sounds completely reasonable.
You sure are sassy, weird voice. You almost rival Clint Barton and my father.
Stop stalling and go in there already.
I finally let my fist knock on the door a total of three times. After hearing nothing from the other side, I hesitantly turned the doorknob and opened the door, truly surprised that it was actually unlocked. I cautiously walked into the small apartment, looking around in awe as I inspected the room. It was small, but very cozy at the same time. I actually found myself liking this room for some strange reason, though it could use a little cleaning.
What were you expecting? One of those fancy rooms you usually stay in at that Avengers Tower?
God, you're so mean sometimes...
I ran my hand over the surface of the couch as I walked by, feeling the texture of the fabric. I glanced over and noticed a blanket and pillow set up on the couch.
"What the hell are you doing in my apartment?"
I froze almost instantaneously, desperately looking for some form of escape.
Go ahead and try to play dead...we'll see how that works out for you.
"Is it okay if I turn around?" I asked. "I'm not here to cause any trouble, I swear."
I raised my hands up in surrender, slowly and cautiously turning around when I heard no reply. I saw Bucky Barnes in the flesh, his door now shut as he held a handgun aimed straight for my head.
"Do you...know who I am?" I asked cautiously.
Bucky stood still, his hand still tightly gripping the gun as he prepared to shoot. Bucky grew confused and I blushed in realization that I was still wearing that small disguise.
"Sorry. Hold on a sec. Let me just..."
I took off the wig I wore letting my hair cascade down my shoulders and tucked away my sunglasses into my jacket pocket. Bucky's eyes narrowed as he finally recognized who I was.
"Tyra Stark." He replied curtly.
"Listen, Mr. Barnes...I don't want to hurt you, before when we fought...I was just trying to stop HYDRA and you were kinda, well you technically were in my way. I'm not going to sugar-coat that." I sighed.
God this is all weird...I hate that sense of déjà vu I get after my visions sometimes.
"No one's called me Mr. Barnes in a long time." Bucky commented.
"Sorry...I don't know what you want me to call you. Would it be alright if I called you Bucky or James? Or would you prefer something else?" I grew confused.
Bucky grew impatient and came over to me until I was backed against the wall. I gulped nervously and dropped the wig I held in my hands, as he raised his metal hand and rested it on the wall above my head, probably to intimidate me. I glanced up and saw the imprint of my hand on his arm and recalled that it was from the time I tried to melt off his arm from the previous fight we had during that whole Project Insight fiasco.
"Your arm looks nice...I guess I left quite an impression on you." I chuckled weakly.
For a brief second, I thought Bucky was seriously considering the option to snap my neck or throw me out of his current home from the glare I received from him.
Oh come on! That was fucking hilarious! You have to admit it was pretty clever!
You really think he's in the mood for jokes right now?
"Why are you here? And how the hell did you find me?" Bucky questioned.
"I'm not exactly called a Stark because I'm pretty, you know." I rolled my eyes. "Give me some credit."
Bucky breathed deeply through his nostrils, staring at me with a cold look that told me he was definitely not in the mood for games or jokes.
"I won't ask again." He warned me.
"I...might have been tracking you down. There's this tech I have that runs your facial features through this system and locates anyone that has a match, it was a system similar to SHIELD, but I tweaked with it a bit so that I could have a very precise match, and I was able to locate you through that- -"
"Don't be a smart ass." Bucky glared at me.
"I actually wasn't trying to...and if it makes you feel any better, it was almost impossible to find you." I pouted.
"...so what do you want exactly?" Bucky looked annoyed.
"I...I don't know. I just, I wanted to get to know the man that Steve cares so much for..." I confessed.
"Steve..." He muttered softly.
"Have you regained any memory of who Steve is?" I asked.
"Some bits and pieces...listen, get out. Don't tell anyone where I am, just leave me alone."
Bucky grew annoyed and backed away from me before going over to this broken down couch and laying down on it. I grew impatient with Bucky myself, storming over until I was standing in front of him. I knelt down until we were at eye level and gave him a small glare.
I have to show him I mean business or he'll never take me seriously. Enough with the small awkward talk, just cut to the chase.
"Don't dismiss me like I'm some stupid kid. If I treat you civilly, I expect you to return the favor, got it?" I snapped.
Bucky looked surprised for a brief second before he sat up on the couch and gave me a skeptical look.
"What the hell are you playing at, Stark? Why would you even care about someone like me?"
"Because Steve cares about you that's why. He doesn't have many people in his life that he had a special bond with since before he was brought into this world, the world he grew up in is gone, and everyone he's ever cared about is either in their 90's or dead. I'm sorry about before, I really am, but deep down I knew that the guy I fought against wasn't the real Bucky Barnes. I wish the whole world knew that wasn't really you." I lowered my voice.
Bucky was at a loss for words for once and didn't say anything in return. I slowly got up from my crouching position and sat down beside him, trying not to be timid or anxious as he stared at me with an expression I couldn't quite decipher. It might have been a few minutes before he finally spoke up, but to me, those minutes had felt like hours.
"The Bucky Barnes everyone knew is dead." He mumbled softly.
"No he's not." I replied with a smile.
Before Bucky could argue, I simply put my hand on his leg to stop him from talking and tried being comforting. He grew tense immediately and I quickly withdrew my hand before realizing it most likely made him extremely uncomfortable. He probably wasn't used with that kind of contact, most likely because he wasn't used to it after so long. The last thing I wanted to do was scare him away.
"Sorry..." I blushed. "But listen, don't give me that excuse...you're still Bucky Barnes, the one that Steve knows and cares for like a brother. Otherwise you wouldn't have bothered saving him in D.C."
"I don't know why I did that." He sighed.
"Yes you do." I said with certainty.
Bucky turned to look at me again, looking at me in both surprise and confusion once more for the third time at least, like I was that one puzzle that he couldn't quite solve.
"You're not what I expected..." Bucky told me.
"I get that from time to time. I'm not your average woman. I mean...I suck at dealing with...with people in general. I mean, a lot of people can't even tell that I'm autistic, but sometimes it shows in small ways. I hate speaking in front of large crowds of people, sometimes I can be brash and insult someone without even realizing how it makes them feel, I...sometimes don't know how to deal with a person on a emotional level. I'd like to think that my father and all of my friends helped me get out of my shell and develop as a person. Also...I don't understand human beings at times...I don't know how to explain it...people just confuse me..." I mumbled softly.
Bucky didn't look directly at me, but I could tell that he was listening intently because he gave me small nods once in a while as I conversed with him. Part of me believed that being honest and upfront was actually getting through to him in some way, and he seemed a little more relaxed at my sincerity.
"Listen...I didn't tell anyone where I was going, and I made sure to cover my tracks. You don't have to be on edge, I won't tell anyone where you are..." I assured him.
Almost immediately, Bucky's guard was up once more as he grew defensive.
"And why the hell would you do that for me?" Bucky glanced at me suspiciously.
"Because deep down, I have major respect for you...and also because I want to be a friend. I understand that you're probably trying to discover a sense of who you are again and I was hoping I could try and help you- -"
"Do you ever stop talking?"
Bucky looked over at me once more and I flinched before glancing away, feeling my anxiety surface a little.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled softly. "I was just a little...I am still nervous."
"You should be." Bucky said. "I'm not someone you should be around, I could hurt you."
"But you won't."
It sounds like you're trying to convince yourself that he won't hurt you.
Shut up. I'm not giving up on this. I want to be a friend. I won't lose anyone else.
"What makes you so sure? You know I'm not mentally stable right? I could kill you right now...right where you're sitting...probably with no remorse." Bucky spoke lowly.
I shivered from his words and blinked away tears.
He's just trying to scare you into leaving. He won't hurt you, not unless you trigger something within him. He was brainwashed and trained by HYDRA agents, so be cautious.
"I'm not leaving you until I know you're okay." I repeated with finality.
"Well go ahead and stay then. I won't put you in danger." Bucky grumbled.
Bucky got up from his seat, probably to get ready to actually leave this apartment for good, but I quickly stopped him by grabbing his wrist.
"Bucky...stop, please. You don't have to go. I just...I want to know you're okay, I want to be a friend to you." My voice shook.
Bucky turned around, ripping his arm from my grasp and glared at me before moving closer until our faces were inches from each other.
"Don't act like you want to know me, Stark. You're scared to even be near me." He sneered.
"I am scared. But not because of you. You can be intimidating, but I know you're just trying to push me away because you think you'll hurt me. If you believe you're a monster, then chances are...that you will be seen as one. I want to be your friend and help you- -"
"WHY?!" Bucky shouted.
I could feel my legs trembling as I stared up at Bucky, and it was safe to say that he was at his limit, that his patience for me was nearly gone. I probably couldn't tell him about my visions without sounding crazy, and I wasn't even certain if he was informed from HYDRA that I wasn't entirely human. I wanted to help Bucky because whenever I usually had a vision about a particular person, it meant that they were in trouble or that they were the trouble. If I could help Bucky gain some sense of who he was as a person before HYDRA turned him into a weapon, maybe the world wouldn't see him as a threat, and maybe he could be with Steve again and live without hiding anymore. I just wanted to do something right for once, I wanted to make sure that something like Coulson, Loki, or Pietro never happened again, and I was hellbent on making sure that Bucky Barnes was safe because he was a good man deep down. However, I went with the next thing that came into my head, something else that wasn't a lie. It was something I knew from experience.
"Because holding onto hate is pointless. I want to be able to move on and forgive you, and probably try to get your name cleared. You're not a bad guy." I barely whispered.
Bucky looked like he wanted to explode, like he even wanted to hit me to prove a point to me, but I stood tall and waited patiently. Bucky finally deflated and let out a sigh of complete and utter frustration, knowing that I wasn't going to waver this time.
"You're a piece of fucking work." Bucky grumbled.
"Yeah...I get that a lot..." I rubbed my arm awkwardly. "So...you wanna go get lunch? My treat."
Over the past few days, Bucky and I had made some sort of progress. Bucky would talk to me more, but was very reluctant to at times. I would bring my tech over and watch old movies with him to pass the time and maybe break the ice since he didn't like to go out much. Bucky would always correct me on what was actually accurate in some of the war movies we'd watch and would mock some of it, but I could tell that watching some of the movies that took place in the 1940's really brought back some of his memories. I had lost track of time as I tried to get through to Bucky and get to know him better as a person, but I felt that we made some progress overall. I made sure I had my suitcase packed, ready to go at any time. I came by to Bucky's apartment on day six during my stay in the area to say my goodbyes. Bucky looked surprised that I was finally leaving, and I was able to spot a brief look of disappointment on his face. Bucky tried to seem passive and uncaring as he sat on his usual spot on the couch.
"Here. I want you to have this." I told him.
I gave Bucky a small smile as I handed him what appeared to be a pocket watch. Bucky looked incredibly confused, before I opened it up for him and explained what it really was and how to use it.
"It's actually a communication device. You just press the top button after you open the pocket watch twice and it'll immediately call my private phone, in case you ever want to talk to me about anything or if you need me. It's small, but I wanted it to look like a normal watch, so it's not so...you know, obvious as to what it really is. And only your fingerprints can activate the communication device." I explained.
Bucky cautiously took the watch/phone and put it into his pocket.
"I want to stay, but if I'm away for too long, people will start to get suspicious. I don't want anyone trying to find me and give away your cover. For what it's worth...I actually liked talking to you." I teased.
The corner of his lip twitched, almost like he was smiling, but it was too quick to tell before he was back to frowning once more.
"Just don't tell anyone where I am." He muttered.
"I'll miss you too, Barnes." I chuckled. "You're not a bad guy. Don't forget that."
Bucky waved me off before laying on his couch again. I almost felt a little hurt, but realized that Bucky wasn't exactly outgoing as a person so I let it go. I went over to the door and shut it as I walked out, not noticing the look on Bucky's face as I left.
As soon as I arrived back home, I took a shower and after that I slept like a baby. It was nice that I didn't have anyone bombard me with questions as to where I was as soon as I arrived, but I knew it was going to happen eventually, so I tried thinking of an excuse as I unpacked my things after my little nap. Soon, I found myself looking in my closet and went through some boxes I hadn't bothered to look at in years just because I had the urge to. I'd always kept my old belongings from the old Malibu mansion before it was destroyed from Killian's attack on us. I kept parts of my belongings in New York with Avengers Tower, and some here.
I felt my fingers softly brush over my old leather-bound sketchbook and I blew away some dust settled on the front cover of the sketchbook. I skimmed through my old drawings and instantly paused when I saw an old picture of Loki, from before I even met the mischievous god and of the sketch that helped in creating the first Iron Man armor. I smiled softly as my eyes brimmed with tears, and I went back to looking through the sketchbook once more. I found my old prismacolor pencils and before I even realized what I was doing, I was sketching a detailed picture. I blushed in embarrassment when I realized that I had been sketching Bucky Barnes for about an hour or two and quickly put it down on my bed.
You already miss him, don't you?
Maybe...he was an interesting person, what can I say?
An interesting person? Right...we'll go with that. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have some kind of infatuation with him.
What, like a crush? No way! We haven't even been friends that long!
"You're back?"
I perked up when I saw Steve standing at my doorway and smiled.
"Hey stranger." I chuckled.
Steve returned the smile and came in after shutting my door. It wasn't long before he was sitting at the edge of my bed with me until our legs were touching. I tried not to inch away from him and kept a smile on my face as I tried to be more relaxed around him.
"So how was your stay in Malibu? Wanda said that's where you went. I was surprised you didn't take her with you. You're both usually hanging around together these days." Steve asked.
Malibu? Well at least Wanda made it sound believable...I'll have to thank her later.
"It was okay. I just needed some time to relax and think. I've been brainstorming about ways to improve my uniform for when we're out in the field, also went to a convention to meet some people." I lied smoothly.
I mean, is it wrong to lie to Steve about Bucky?
Well considering you gave Bucky your word on not giving away his position...I'd say it's okay to lie to Steve. You're trying to earn Bucky's trust correct?
I just can't help but feel terrible...Bucky was like Steve's brother...
Maybe if Bucky is okay with it in the future, but for now, keep your lips sealed.
Steve's eyes flickered towards my bed and he grabbed something that was behind him, which happened to be my old sketchbook. Steve looked intrigued as he started observing some of my old sketches.
"These are really good. Do you usually like to draw in color pencil? I think I prefer charcoal myself." Steve said.
I blushed from his compliment and smiled.
"I used to like charcoal, it was messy but it was always fun. I think I used to like pastels before that...it feels like ages ago since I've actually drawn something. I just got the urge to again after all this time." I answered.
You might want to take away your sketchbook or your cover might be blown...
Why?
Your drawing of a certain Bucky Barnes is going to raise a lot of suspicions from Steve.
OH SHIT! I COMPLETELY FORGOT!
My heart was now pounding in chest as I could see him getting close to the end of my sketchbook and I tried thinking of anything that would help me distract Steve.
WHATDOIDO! OHMYGOD!
You'd better think fast.
"Steve!" I blurted out.
Steve was startled by sudden outburst and glanced over at me in surprise and confusion.
"...yeah?" Steve cautiously asked.
Oh fuck, what do I say? I probably seem like a crazy lunatic right now...
"I've been calling your name several times now." I chuckled.
"You have?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, you were just zoning out." I lied. "Everything okay?"
I slowly reached over and closed my sketchbook, gently prying it away from him before setting it behind me.
"I'm sorry, I guess I didn't hear you. I have been a little distracted lately." Steve sighed.
Holy shit, am I actually getting away with this?
I felt myself relaxing again, actually getting a little concerned with Steve. I didn't actually expect him to admit to anything, and I immediately felt bad for my behavior. I put my hand on top of his, giving him a small smile that encouraged him to come forward.
"Have you been noticing anything different with everyone? It's just a feeling I have but...I feel like we're more divided than ever." Steve asked.
Really? Is he right? How have I not noticed this?
Considering how withdrawn you've been for months, how are you shocked?
...shut up.
"I don't know...I can see it now that you've pointed it out..." I muttered. "I've been hanging out with Wanda more, you and Sam seem to be buddies now, and my dad's been a little distant too...Vision has also been talking to Wanda more, though she'll probably deny it- -"
"So you see it too?" Steve looked relieved.
"Yeah...I do." I nodded.
"I started noticing it...maybe after that battle with Ultron in Sokovia. There was something that your father said before we got there...that he didn't trust guys without a dark side." He recalled.
"Really? He said that?" I raised an eyebrow.
When the hell was this?
"Yeah, I didn't really think much of it at the time."
"I didn't know my dad had such trust issues towards you." I pouted.
"What's with that face?" Steve chuckled. "You look like someone beat up a puppy."
"I don't know...I just...I need to pay more attention to everyone. I always feel left out of the loop. You and Natasha are insanely observant and it kills me at times." I sighed.
"Then start paying more attention." Steve joked.
"Steve. Stop being a goober, I'm serious here." I playfully punched his arm.
"You know...I don't know why you had to leave to visit Malibu for a convention when there wasn't one. Now, how about you tell me where you really were and why Wanda had to lie for you?" Steve's smile faded.
Oh fucking hell...how does he do that?! He can see right through my bullshit!
It's because he has a knack for it...and also because he knows you rather well.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I scrunched up my face in confusion.
"Tyra. Stop lying to me. I mean it this time." Steve grew serious.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck- -
"What the hell do you want me to say?" I mumbled softly.
"The truth if you don't mind." Steve smiled tensely.
I'm going to write and publish a book one day titled, "Fuck My Life, by Tyra Stark."
I'd love to read it.
...I hate you sometimes. I really do...
I sat there for three minutes, looking like a deer caught in headlights as I tried coming up with something to say, something that wasn't a complete lie. I knew I couldn't tell him about Bucky, not now at least.
"I'm not going to deny that you're right, but I can't tell you where I was and why...what I can say is that it was for a good reason. Please Steve, I'm begging you, just let it go...just this once. Maybe later down the road, I'll tell you about it first, but right now I can't. It would be betraying someone's trust. You have to understand..." I barely whispered.
"Alright. I'm holding you to that. You better tell me when you can. I'll be waiting." He said.
Steve withdrew his hand from mine after giving me a look of understanding. I gave Steve a small nod and put my head on his shoulder, taking him by surprise.
"I'm sorry I lied to you...I don't like it...it's just safer for now if you don't know anything." I told him.
"I get it...just don't make it a habit...you're one of the few people I can trust."
I glanced up at him in surprise, but didn't move as he moved his hand and wrapped his arm around my shoulder before bringing us closer together.
"I promise." I said.
For some reason, my heart felt like it was soaring, especially from Steve's heartwarming words. The last thing I wanted to do was let him down, especially when he had been there for me through thick and thin. Steve was someone I looked up to, who I deeply held respect for. Steve's ideas of justice were very admirable, but his honest and caring nature were what I also liked about him.
You really are fond of Steven Rogers aren't you?
Of course I am, he's a close friend of mine.
Let me clarify...I think you have feelings of love for him. I don't mean like a 'crush' as you would say, I mean actual love and respect for Steve Rogers. Correct me if I'm wrong.
You know...Bruce said the same thing before he went off the grid. I just thought that maybe Steve wanted space, but maybe Bruce was right. Maybe he was just afraid about starting a relationship with someone after all this time...
"Hey Steve?"
Steve's eyes lock with mine again, and this time, he gives me a look of worry and concern.
"Yeah?"
I lean in closer by just a small fraction, but I can tell he notices.
"I'm sorry about everything...about my behavior for the past couple of months. I just haven't been myself lately, and...yeah, Pietro Maximoff's death hurt me a lot. I was fond of him and wanted to help both Wanda and Pietro, having seen them in only my visions prior to us meeting. It just...his death hurt. I could tell that maybe...he might have liked me. I didn't know where you stood because you'd been more distant yourself at the time. I thought maybe you weren't interested...in me."
Steve looks nervous as I bring up this subject, but he doesn't interject and allows me to continue.
"Steve, I know you're nervous...fuck...I am too. But what happened in Washington wasn't my imagination. For fuck's sake, we made out in Sam's guest bedroom. You gave me that spiel about how I was a good person and that I wasn't some monster...did you never mean any of that? I let it go because I was scared to talk to you about it as well, but...now I don't know what to think. Did you ever have any feelings for me? Or was that a pity kiss or a heat of the moment type of thing?" I confessed.
Steve seems completely conflicted as he takes minutes to answer. I find myself looking down before pulling back from him as I feel a wave of embarrassment course through me. Before I can leave to the bathroom to lock myself in, Steve grabs my wrist before I get too far. I grow confused and more upset as tears prickle in my eyes.
"I'm...I'm so sorry I ever made you feel so...doubtful. I was scared and I hate admitting that, but it's true. I haven't harbored feelings for anyone other than...Peggy. Part of me doesn't want to let her go, but...holding onto something like this isn't good for me, for either of us."
Steve gently pulls me back towards him and I willingly follow until I'm standing in front of him as his hand drops.
"I should have said something sooner." Steve mutters.
"Yeah, well you're not the only one at fault here. I was too chicken shit to say anything about it either." I chuckled.
I then hold Steve's face in my hands and give him a teary-eyed smile before placing a kiss to his forehead.
"Language."
I pause before pulling back to see a small teasing smile on Steve's face. Then I burst out laughing as I feel nothing but relief.
Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I had a lot of fun writing this! I was trying to build up everything because I kind of felt that everything in Civil War might have been a little rushed, but I'll have to go see it again before I really get into the plot of the movie. It'll be easier for me to figure out which side Tyra would be on if I got to see the movie again, I've only seen it one time and that was last month. I felt like it's been a little long since I last updated, so I wanted to give you guys something before I really get involved with the Civil War movie, by next chapter, there might be spoilers about the movie. So if you still haven't seen the Civil War movie, I recommend that you do if you plan to continue reading this story! Anyway, thank you all so much for your support and let me know what you thought of the chapter okay? And be civil with your reviews please. That's all I ask from you.
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