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EDEN POV

That bar fight was going to happen; it was pretty much inevitable from the moment those guys entered. We had been enjoying the last bar of the night for nearly an hour. It was an out of the way place that an old friend of ours from school, Clay, was managing now. Clint and I had pretty much stopped drinking since we had left that first place, choosing only to sip on an occasional beer. He wanted to be completely alert if something happened. As for myself, I was trying to keep my promise to Bucky. He had asked me to stay out of trouble and I knew as long as I was sober, I would do just that. It didn't put a damper on the evening for me... Jill and Brooke drank more than enough for the two of us and I was having a blast watching them.

We had gone to a couple of different bars that night to drink, laugh, and dance the night away. Clint had been a good sport the whole evening, letting us have our fun with him. We didn't manage to get him on the dance floor but he did loosen up quite a bit. I think I was finally getting to see the real Clint Barton and I had to admit, I liked it. Halfway through the night, I began to feel a little bad for Clint...we weren't making his job very easy. Every time a guy would show too much interest in one of us, Clint would have to intervene and I knew it was getting tiresome. It didn't matter that the three of us were sitting with him...other guys would still come up and try to hit on one of us. At first all Clint had to do was give them a look, but the longer we stayed in one place, potential suitors would realize that Clint wasn't dating any of us and we were fair game. Little did they know, Clint took his job very seriously.

"Next time I go out with you girls, your all wearing fucking frocks" he scowled, glaring at the douchebag he had just caught ogling Brooke's cleavage as he walked by. The guy did a double take and looked like he was about to stop to talk to her but Clint spoke up before he had a chance, "Keep walking asshole" he said, motioning the guy away from our table before taking a sip of his beer.

The pervert didn't immediately walk away and his nerve suddenly pissed me off. I had craved the attention at the beginning of the night but now I just wanted to be left alone so I could enjoy time with my friends...preferably without having every guy check us out. I felt a flow of anger run threw me as I saw the cocky smile appear on the asshole's face. It was like fire on a flame and I felt a ripple of power flowing inside of me.

I pushed my chair back from the table, preparing to give the bastard a reason to walk away...Clint must have been thinking the same thing because he pushed his chair back at the exact same moment I did. The guy took one look at us and quickly walked away without looking back. Jill and Brooke roared in laughter as me and Clint looked at each other in surprise.

"What were you about to do?" Clint asked, grinning at me.

"Probably the same thing you were about to do" I replied, smiling back as I made myself comfortable again and attempted to let the rage ebb away.

Clint shook his head, "Bucky and Steve are completely clueless" he said. I raised my eyebrow at him and waited for him to finish, "I didn't need to come along to protect the three of you...I needed to come along to protect everyone else from YOU. Damn woman, I swear that you're just itching for a fight"

Jill threw her arm around Clint and chimed in, "Guess we don't need you after all Clint. We've got Eden the Warrior Princess here" Her and Brooke dissolved into a fit of giggles, both reaching for their drinks and taking huge gulps

I sat back and thought about it...honestly, I couldn't deny that what Clint was saying had some truth to it. Ever since my training session Friday, I had longed to feel that rush of strength again. The power I had felt taking down that asshole Marston was still fresh on my mind.

Clint noticed my silence and cocked his head at me curiously as he observed me. After several minutes, he looked over at Jill and Brooke to smile, "You girls look like you're almost ready for another round of drinks" He stood up and locked his eyes on me, "You mind giving me a hand Eden?" he said, nodding towards the bar.

I stared at him for several moments before letting out a sigh and standing up from my seat. I knew I was probably in for a lecture from him.

Great Eden! You better get your shit together or Clint is going to tattle to Bucky on you.

But if feels so GOOD!

I made my way to the bar with Clint close on my heels. Clay gave me a smile when he saw me step up and asked what I wanted. I ordered another round of drinks for Brooke and Jill. I felt Clint's eyes on me when I asked for a shot for myself.

I turned my back and leaned up against the bar so that I could watch the room. My two friends were still at the table laughing as they took selfie's with their cell phones. It made me smile to see the two of them having so much fun. I saw Jill leave the table and head towards the bathroom while Brooke pulled out her phone. Clint ordered himself a shot too before turning around and scooting closer to me so only I could hear him.

"You want to tell me what's going on? What's with the sudden need to prove you're the biggest badass in the room?" he said.

I heard him but I was trying to find the words to explain myself when the door to the bar slammed open hard. My eyes landed on the group of guys now entering the bar...the six of them looked like they had already had a long night of partying. The leers they were giving all the women they were passing as they stumbled their way to the bar made that rush of infuriation rise in me again. The leader was a tall man who had to be in his late twenties. He actually wasn't bad looking but the arrogant look on his face made my skin crawl for some reason.

Looks like trouble Eden...this could be FUN!

You promised Bucky you'd behave!

I heard Clay groan in annoyance as he sat our drinks down, "Damn, not these guys again"

I turned to face him again, "Friends of yours?"

He scoffed, "More like troublemakers. They come here every Saturday night trying to start shit" he said, lowering his voice as they approached. He stepped away from us to head down the bar to take the drink orders for the loud group of men now invading the bar stools to my left.

I glanced over at Clint with a sudden eagerness in me and he shook his head at me, "Time to go" he said, staring down the six men now laughing loudly just a few feet away from me.

I gave him what I knew was a wicked smile, "I haven't had my drink yet" I said calmly. I stopped reaching for my shot glass when I heard the next words out of his mouth.

"Eden..." he warned, lips tightening as he glanced behind me at the men, "...get your ass off that stool now"

"I'll go when I'm good and fucking ready and not a second sooner" I shot back a little louder than I intended. I was pushing it...I knew Clint would do whatever he thought was necessary to keep me "safe". I wouldn't put it past him to snatch me up out of my seat and drag me away from the bar.

What the fuck has gotten into you Eden...quit giving Clint such a hard time.

I heard a whistle and masculine laugh behind me and I glanced over my shoulder to see the leader of the asshole pack had taken notice of me. I let my eyes roam over the rest of his group...the other five were just as drunk as he was and were now all grinning at me, letting their eyes roam over my body. I turned my head to face the bar again but saw Clint's body stiffen next to me as the man approached.

"Well, you like the perfect ending to my night darling" I heard him say as he came to lean against the counter next to me. He was too close and it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

I reached out for my shot again and slid it towards myself, "Go fuck yourself" I said in an entirely composed tone.

His buddies heard my retort and a loud boom of laughter broke out from behind him. Instead of getting angry or embarrassed he turned towards his friends and said, "Can you believe this bitch?"

The moment he let that "bitch" slip from his lips was the moment I knew it was going to happen. He was too drunk and I was too eager for a fight. I stood up from my stool and faced the asshole head on, one hand on my hip.

"The only little bitch I see is the one standing in front of me" I spat back.

This time when his friends started laughing and howling, he didn't look so amused. Instead he took another step, invading my personal space and sneered at me. My brain was screaming out at me, warning me to just shut up and let it go but I just couldn't do it.

"I think you need to learn your place little girl" he said angrily.

"Oh really? Where exactly do you think my place is?" I asked, giving him my brightest smile.

I heard one of his friends laugh and call out, "Tell her Brent...better yet, show her"

I think the smile threw him off a little but upon hearing his friend, he quickly regained his composure. Brent gave me a sly smile before pointing to the ground in front of him with one hand, "Right there, on your knees" With his other hand, he reached down and grabbed his crotch before giving me another leering glance. His friends starting clapping and shouting his name loudly again which made him turn away and start throwing high five's to his buddies.

When he turned back towards me I said, "I'm warning you, I'm not the person you want to fuck with tonight...so back the fuck off!"

He leaned in closer, "Oh, I think you're exactly the kind of girl I want to fuck"

Clint must have sensed what was coming and I knew he was trying to stay calm in order to diffuse the situation. If Bucky was here, he would have started kicking the guy's ass the moment he started talking to me. Clint at least tried to give the guy a chance to back off, but I knew that last comment was more than enough to set him off.

He stepped up beside me and laid his hand on my shoulder, "Keep your mouth shut and I'll handle this" Clint was right about being overprotective of the few friends he had...the dark look in his eyes was one I had never seen before.

The asshole didn't even flinch when he saw Clint step up next to me with a furious expression on his face. Brent only laughed loudly when Clint said, "That's no way to talk to a lady...apologize! Now!"

"Or what?"

"Or I'm going to make you apologize to her" Clint said through gritted teeth. I saw the muscles in his arms tighten...my eyes went back and forth between the two. If a fight was about to break out, I was going to be ready for it.

Brent turned his back on Clint and laughed loudly at his friends, "Can you believe this guy?" His friends were cheering him on and I'm sure that's what gave him the courage to do what he did next. He spun back around and raised his arm to punch Clint in the face...unfortunately he didn't know who he was fucking with. Clint caught his arm and jerked it behind his back, causing the drunken man to cry out in pain.

"I'm waiting" Clint said calmly. When Brent still didn't say anything, Clint twisted his arm tighter and he let out another squeal.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry" he panted out, his eyes scrunched up in pain. I heard the guy's pathetic apology but I didn't look down at him. I was too busy looking at his group of friends who were now watching the scene unravel. I didn't like the looks that they were now giving Clint...6 against 1 wasn't a fair fight...even if you are an Avenger.

It's not 6 against 1...it's 6 against 2.

Clint released his arm and pushed him away. Brent stumbled into a bar stool and a couple of his friends took a step forward to keep him from falling to the floor. I took a moment to look back at the table we had previously occupied and noticed Jill had returned and her and Brooke were talking on the phone to someone.

Clint turned to me, an annoyed expression on his face as he nodded his head in the direction of my drink. I stuck my tongue out at him and finally grabbed the shot glass and threw it back, grimacing as I felt the burning liquid slosh down my throat. I glanced behind Clint and saw the Brent composing himself and throwing daggers at Clint's back with his eyes.

This is it Eden...you know what's coming.

I smiled to myself when the old jukebox in the corner started playing Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard.

Well, I do always fight better when I have some good music playing.

The tension at the bar was thick and I saw other patrons were stepping away from us, staring in shock at what was unraveling before their very eyes. I glanced up at Clay and saw him looking nervously back and forth between all of us. He gave me a weak smile when he noticed me looking and I mouthed the word "Sorry"

I don't know if I was apologizing for what had just happened or for what I knew was about to happen in 5...4...3...2...1.

With a roar, Brent turned and swung his fist at Clint. Clint was expecting the punch...I just don't think he was expecting all 5 of his friends to step forward at the same time to help. A moment after Clint turned and blocked the punch aimed for his face, two of Brent's friends tackled him to the ground, knocking a couple of barstools over in the process.

Oh hell no! No one touches my friend and gets away with it!

The two friends had managed to get Clint on his back while their buddy leaned over and tried to take a cheap shot.

"Hey! Asshole!" I shouted to get his attention. Brent's fist was hovering midair and he looked shocked when I closed the distance between us and kicked him in the face, knocking him back onto his ass. Clint was still scrambling to his feet when I turned towards one of the assholes that had tackled him to the floor. I heard him call out my name but it was too late, I had already reared my fist back and punched the guy across the face.

Brent's friends dove in and the fight was on...the remaining four men threw themselves at Clint while I pummeled the one I had punched in the face. He started shouting for one of his friends to help him, "Get this crazy bitch off of me Mike" I heard him yell out. I glanced up and saw "Mike" look over at me and hesitate...he was the second guy who had tackled Clint. He looked like he didn't like the idea of hitting a woman.

Wow! A gentleman!

The guy I was currently standing over bucked beneath me and I reared back and threw another punch at him. I let out a gasp of pain when I felt fingers tangle in my hair and yank me upright.

So much for being a gentleman!

I threw my elbow back into Mike's stomach and heard him grunt in pain. He released the hold he had on my hair and I turned to kick him in the stomach. Once he doubled over, I threw a right hook and he fell to the ground grabbing at his midsection and moaning in pain.

I turned around to find Clint and saw two guys already on the ground, rolling around in pain. He was trading blows with a big guy who actually looked like he knew what he was doing. I heard the song on the jukebox end and I couldn't help but laugh at the next song that started playing, Hit me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar.

Clint gave the guy a hard left hook and then looked over at me like I was crazy. I pointed at the jukebox and he listened to the song for a moment and groaned when he realized why I had been chuckling.

"What!? Even you have to admit that's funny" I said, throwing a jab at one of Brent's friends who had also grown enough balls to try and hit me.

I saw Clint roll his eyes at me and then seconds later he got slammed from behind by the burly guy he had been fighting with previously.

I didn't have a chance to see what happened to him after that...another guy came at me and I was once again dodging blows. This guy also seemed to know a few moves and for the first time since the bar fight started, I actually had to put some effort into it.

I ducked a blow from him and slammed my fist into his stomach. He recovered quickly and tried to hit me again, I blocked it with my left arm and threw punch with my right.

"That's my girl! Beat his ass!" I heard Brooke shouting. I looked over to see her standing not far away from the bar, her phone in one hand and a drink in the other. I tore my gaze off of her as Brent finally came into my view. I now had him and one of his friends standing on either side of me...neither looked like they had a problem hitting a woman.

My initial kick at the beginning of the bar fight had caused his nose to start bleeding so when he lunged at me, I jabbed him in the same spot. He stepped back and grabbed his nose, yelling out in pain. Knowing that he was taken care of for the moment, I turned towards his friend and grabbed him by the collar. I pulled him closer to me and hit him hard in the stomach...once, twice, and then a third time. I was just about to lay a punch across his face when I felt strong arms pulling me back. I still had my hands twisted around the guy's shirt, holding him close to me.

I struggled for a moment but then heard Clint's voice in my ear, "It's me Eden...stop!"

I let go of the guy's shirt and turned towards Clint...he had a small scuff on his right cheek but other than that he looked fine. I was breathing hard, trying to catch my breath...the adrenaline was still pumping in me and I couldn't help but smile. I was a little surprised when Clint shook his head and smiled back at me, "You're enjoying this aren't you?"

I didn't have a chance to answer him. Somebody suddenly slammed into me and my back hit the bar hard. I bounced off and stumbled into one of the barstools, hitting my head in the process...I managed to grab the counter and steady myself. I looked around for Clint and saw him tussling with the only other guy who was still standing...the burly guy he had been fighting earlier.

I could hear Brooke shouting, "...oh hell no! Hold my drink Jill...I said hold my fucking drink! NOW!" I looked in her direction and saw her thrust her glass into Jill's hands and begin storming towards the fight. Jill started yelling at her, "Brooke, get your ass back here...stay out of it, you're going to get hurt" I saw the worry in Jill's eyes and she started yelling for Clint, hoping he would intervene and keep Brooke from getting hurt" She didn't realize that Clint was a little busy at the moment.

SHIT!

The back of a hand suddenly connected with my cheek and I fell back into the counter top again. I raised my face to see Brent in front of me sneering at me. He slapped me across the face again but it was half assed and barely stung.

I stepped up and kneed him in the crotch, causing him to fall back on to the floor.

"Nobody lays their fucking hand on my friend you fucking piece of shit" I heard Brooke shout as she finally reached Brent who was still lying on the ground and started kicking him in the stomach...for some reason she still had her phone clutched tightly in her hand.

While Brent was distracted, I looked around for Clint and saw he had his guy backed up against the bar top. He didn't see the other guy who was now coming up behind him with a broken beer bottle in his hand. I pushed myself away from the bar and ran at him...he saw me coming and dropped the broken bottle in shock. I launched myself onto his back and wrapped my arms around his neck, squeezing tightly until I felt him start to sink to the floor. I let go before I completely choked him out and he was left gasping for air on the ground.

I made my way over to where Brooke was still kicking Brent in the stomach...it was quite a sight to see my red headed friend using her 4 inch heels as a weapon.

"Back off Brooke, this asshole is mine!" I said, pushing her aside and reaching down to grab Brent's shirt and pull his body towards my waiting fist. I got about half a dozen good shots in before I felt arms wrap around my waist and yank me up.

"Wow Eden! It's over...I think he's learned his lesson. Come on, let's get out of here" I heard Clint say.

I bent over trying to catch my breath, "I gave him fair warning Clint...he went too fucking far"

I watched as Brent turned on his side and moaned out in pain. I scanned the area for any other threats and noticed the other 5 men had all been put down. When I glanced up at the bar, Clay had a huge smile on his face...one full of awe.

I looked over at Brooke and saw that damn phone still in her hand, the light on the screen was on so I knew someone was on the other end.

FUCK!

"...Brooke, who the fuck are you on the phone with?" I asked.

She let out an uneasy giggle, "Ummm..."

"Give me that" I said, snatching the phone out of her hand and looking down at the caller ID: Steve

"Steve?" I asked cautiously.

I heard him clear his throat, "Yeah it's me Eden"

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

I had my fingers crossed when I let out a sigh and said, "Please tell me Bucky isn't there with you and that he didn't hear everything that just happened"

"Sorry Eden"

I'm dead. Bucky is going to kill me!

"Damn" I grumbled.

There was silence for a moment and then I heard the very angry voice of my boyfriend, "Eden?" I knew he was furious and had a right to be. I had promised him I would be careful tonight and I don't think he would consider getting into a bar fight as "staying safe".

I didn't know exactly what to say and felt like an idiot when I finally said, "Uh, hey baby"

I flinched when I heard him say, "Don't hey baby me...what the fuck is going on?" he demanded.

I looked around the bar at the six guys now lying on the ground, surrounded by overturned bar stools. "Nothing me and Clint couldn't handle...trust me" I said seriously. It was true...me and Clint had done just fine...better than fine in fact.

I pulled the phone away from my ear when I heard him yell into it, "Trust you? You just got in a damn bar fight!"

I looked around the bar again and let out a little laugh, "...and I won!" I said proudly.

Apparently Bucky was not amused or impressed, at least not at the moment. I understood his anger and I felt a little ashamed of myself for what had just happened. I also had to admit, that had been the most fun and excitement I'd had in...well...in forever! I secretly wished he had been there to see it.

"Eden!" he exclaimed, his voice still full of anger.

"I'm fine Bucky...really" I assured him.

"What the fuck is Clint doing? He's supposed to be watching you three. You promised you would be careful...getting into a bar fight doesn't sound like you're being very careful"

Clint now had me by the arm and was dragging me out of the bar with Jill and Brooke following closely behind us. He kept glancing back to make sure that none of the men were following us and that the two girls were safe.

"Trust me, Clint was doing exactly what you asked him to do...things just got a little out of hand and I had to come to his rescue" I said. I started laughing when Clint's face jerked in my direction.

He rolled his eyes at me but was smiling when he said, "You wouldn't have had to come to my rescue if you had kept your mouth shut. Like I said, earlier, you three are going to be the death of me" He turned around and glared at Jill and Brooke when they started laughing.

I jerked out of Clint's grasp and pointed at the phone. He knew I wanted some privacy so I could talk to Bucky and nodded his head. I hung back a bit and smiled when I saw Brooke and Jill wrap their arms around Clint's waist and drag him towards the limo. I started following them, keeping just a bit of distance between us so I could still talk with Bucky.

"Eden" I heard Bucky yell into the phone again.

"Bucky, I love you but I have to go. We're about to get into the limo. I promise to behave the rest of the night" I said. All I heard on the other end was dead silence...he was fuming, too angry to even speak. I knew he was worried about me and I had the sudden fear that he was planning on driving the entire way here as soon as I hung up the phone with him.

"You promised Bucky..." I reminded him.

He finally spoke up, "...just like you promised to be careful"

Ugh, there it was...that horrible guilty feeling in the pit of my stomach. I had every good intention of being careful, even resorting to not drinking...but the need to feel that rush of power had overwhelmed me.

I really have to get that shit in check!

"I'm sorry baby...really I am. I don't want you mad at me and I really don't want to fight with you" I said.

I meant every word...I hated the thought that he was angry with me...I hated that I had made him worry...and I absolutely hated to fight with him.

"If it makes you feel better, we're done with bars for the rest of the night" I added.

He said nothing for several moments and I bit my lip nervously. I let out a little sigh of relief when he said, "I don't want to fight with you either Eden"

Clint, Brooke, and Jill were all climbing into the limo and I was only a few feet away from them. I saw Clint looking at me curiously.

I turned away from the limo and spoke quietly into the phone, "Are you mad?"

My heart sank when he said, "Fucking furious" I was about to start apologizing again when he added, "...but we both know I'll get over it"

I felt such a huge sense of relief at hearing those words. It suddenly made me miss him terribly. I wouldn't feel better about this entire thing until I could look him in the eye and see that he wasn't mad at me...I needed to feel his arms around me to know that everything was okay...for now, I settled for just hearing him say it.

"Sometimes I don't know if I deserve someone as great as you Bucky. Everyone is waiting on me, I have to go. I love you" I said quickly and then pushed the end button.

I was very ready to finish this night and then make my way home to Bucky.

Clint had gotten out of the limo and was standing by the door when I walked up. He patted me on the shoulder, "You okay?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah"

He started to say something else but I held up my hand, "Really Clint, I'm fine. Let's just try to enjoy the rest of the night, ok?"

He nodded his head and then reached out to pull me close to him, wrapping his arms around me in a hug. I owed a lot to this man...he had taught me to fight and take care of myself. He was my friend and I took comfort in knowing that he cared about me.

I laughed when he pulled away and said, "Bucky's going to beat my ass when I get back"

It was my turn to pat him on the back, "I told you earlier, I'll protect you from big bad Bucky"

Once Clint and I had gotten into the limo and settled into the seat across from Jill and Brooke, we headed to our next location. Jill and Clint both looked surprised when the limo stopped in front of the tattoo shop. It stayed open really late and Brooke and I had called the owner earlier that day and set an appointment for tonight. It was the same place where we had come after graduation to get our first tattoos together. It didn't take nearly as much time to convince Jill to say yes as it did when we were 18. Apparently she had been contemplating getting another one for some time and already knew what she wanted.

While she got a Koi fish tattooed on her shoulder, Brooke and I started flipping through pictures trying to decide what we wanted. Clint was no help...he kept laughing and pointing out ridiculous tattoos.

Brooke finally chose a design she liked and decided to get it tattooed on her foot: An anchor with the words "I REFUSE TO SINK"

While the two of them got worked on, Clint and I sat side by side on the couch in the waiting area continuing to flip through the pages for ideas. I had been thinking about adding to my dandelion tattoo for some time. I wanted to add more seeds across my back that morphed into music notes, spreading all the way to my other shoulder blade.

Clint liked the idea and encouraged me to go with it. An hour later, the three of us were once again standing in front of the tattoo place getting our pictures taken. Jill and I were smiling over our shoulders while Clint had Brooke in his arms, laughing while she thrust her foot at the camera.

We piled back into the limo one last time to head to our very last destination. This was a special one for the three of us...it was a place we had spent a lot of time together as kids. When Robert pulled to a stop, he got out of the limo and opened the door for us. I saw Jill tear up a little bit when she realized where we were. The park had always been the place we had ended up at after a long night. I smiled as I thought back to the story Brooke had told Bucky and Steve only a few weeks ago about the time they thought I had a concussion and had drunkenly dragged me to this very same park.

Robert handed me the bag containing the items I had requested he pick up for us while he waited for us to get done at the tattoo place.

As we piled out of the limo, Clint looked over at me questioningly, "A park? Why are we here?"

As the four of us walked across the grass towards the swings, we filled him in on why this place was so special to us...Brooke once again had to recount the story of my terrible first experience with alcohol and the "concussion" that followed. The four of us finally reached the swings and we each took a seat on one. I opened the bag Robert had given me and pulled out the bottle of strawberry wine and plastic cups.

"Is that strawberry wine?" Jill asked with a laugh.

"Of course" I said, passing them each a cup. Jill's favorite country song was Strawberry Wine and when the three of us would come home from college, we use to buy a bottle and sit in the park singing it while we drank.

I poured some wine in each of their glasses and then took a seat on my swing. Clint sat and laughed at us as we sang the song at the top of our lungs several times. It was nearly 3:00am before we finished the bottle. We finally made our way back to the limo and had Robert drive us back to Jill's house. All in all, the evening was a great success. Jill was exhausted by the time we got home and quickly gave the three of us big hugs before stumbling off to bed. Brooke and I were able to convince Clint to crash on the couch so we didn't have to drive him back to the karaoke place to pick up his truck. While Brooke went and got ready for bed, I took a seat in the living room to talk some more with Clint.

I told him what Bucky had said to me on the phone after the fight and he said the same thing Bucky had said, "...he'll get over it"

"Bucky loves you Eden...I don't think there is much that you could do that he wouldn't be able to forgive" he said, laying back on the couch and putting his hands behind his head.

He let out a deep sigh, "I envy the guy" he said softly.

I sat up a little straighter and looked over at him curiously, waiting for him to elaborate. He noticed he had my attention and continued, "He was lucky enough to meet you Eden. Do you know how rare it is to find someone like you? You know every bad thing he has ever done and you still love him, despite everything. The life we live is hard and it's not easy to find love...but he managed to do it. I guess it kind of gives me hope that one day I might be able to find someone too"

I gave him a smile before standing up and walking over to crouch down beside him, "It's going to happen...and she'll be a damn lucky woman too" I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and told him goodnight before heading to the spare bedroom. Brooke was already snoring in the bed so I tiptoed into the bathroom to change and wash up. Once I was finished, I grabbed my phone off the bathroom counter and stared at it. It was nearly 4 in the morning and I hadn't called Bucky yet. I had promised to phone him when our night was over. I bit my lip and decided to text him first just to see if he was awake.

Eden: We just made it back home. Are you still awake?

I smiled when not more than 5 seconds later, my phone started ringing and I saw it was him calling.