Olivia's POV
Slight movement caused me to stir awake. I peek open my eyes to see Bucky's jaw. I open them up fully as I see that I'm half laying on him and on the couch.
Light could be seen coming through the huge window, but it was also dark, meaning it must be early in the morning.
A smile goes across my features as I gently run my fingers through Bucky's disheveled hair, causing him to softly sigh in his sleep.
He still looks like the man I remembered all those years ago.
From his strong jawline to his messy hair, he's still the one I love. I bet if he opened up those ocean blue eyes of his, I'd melt right there.
But I can't, even though I really want to.
Last night I made sure we didn't do anything. We just sat on the couch in each others arms, not saying pretty much anything as the clock ticked by. We were just enjoying each others company and that was fine by me and I knew it was fine by him also.
Plus I was too tired of fatigue, so what were we going to do?
I shake the dirty thoughts that began to plague my mind as I think about that thought.
Curse you Wade Wilson!
That's what happens when you were kept around a man like him. That dirty minded man and did I also mentioned he cursed a lot? I'm surprised I haven't been saying a lot of curse words lately. If I have then I'm not paying attention.
I look up to Bucky's calm face and all I can think of are the happy memories which was everyday I spent with him. Except when he tried to kill Steve, Natasha, Sam, me, and almost everyone in D.C. and in the world when he was the Winter Soldier of course.
I put my head on his chest and I let in a soft smell of his scent . I want to remember the feeling of being close to him again. I know I won't be feeling this feeling anytime soon, so I better enjoy it now.
I let out a deep sigh as I close my eyes. I missed him so much. Everyday when I was in that awful place, I would only think of him and only him.
Besides Wade, Bucky was the one that let me have the will the live. I mean he was the only one I could remember.
I sometimes would scream out his name when I was being tortured, but it saddened me when I realize that I was alone. It angered me when Francis would tease me about Bucky.
One time I even managed to get a punch to the man's face, but unfortunately for me, the asshat put me in a box full of ice cold water for nearly a week without opening it.
That got me to back down.
I lift my head up as I hear Bucky let out a deep sigh. I smile as I watch his eyes flutter open, revealing those charming blue eyes of his. I smile even more as he smiles at me, his eyes crinkling at the sides.
"Good morning." I gently say as I run my fingers through his hair, causing him to put his hand on mine, stopping me.
I stay put in a trance as his eyes stay focused on mine. He lifts my hand to his lips and a small blush goes onto my cheeks as he softly kisses my knuckles. "Good morning." He breathes out huskily.
I blush even more at his deep and raspy morning voice. Okay his morning voice changed. True it was hot before, but damn!
Before I could do anything stupid, a computerized woman's voice speaks. "If I'm not interrupting anything, Mr. Stark has asked me to inform that he and Mr. Barton had returned to the Avengers Compound." I jump at the voice and Bucky simply chuckles at me.
"Thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y. Is that it?" Bucky asks while looking up to the ceiling. "Yes that would be all." She answers back.
"Thanks." I hear Bucky say, but I just look past his shoulder to the window in the back.
A whole view of the ocean can be seen from here and it's truly breathtaking. I haven't seen it for years.
I feel Bucky shift and I look back to see that he is also looking at the ocean. "It's beautiful isn't it?" He murmurs, causing me to internally scream as he still has his morning voice.
I managed out a shaky yeah and he turns back to me. I feel his hands grip my waist. One differing from the other.
"Not as much as you though." He whispers and I couldn't help but smile and look down as my whole face turns a bright red once again.
I look up again to see him staring intensely at me and I have to fight myself so that I don't attack his lips with my own.
He's driving me insane right now. How his voice sounds to how his hair looks, like really?
I look down again and I feel him take one of his hands off from my waist. I feel his fingers lift my chin up, causing my boring brown eyes to meet his gorgeous blue ones.
"Olivia?" He whispers as he looks to my eyes and then down to my lips. "Bucky?" I reply back just as quietly as he. "Can I kiss you?" He asks and I have to refrain myself from leaning in.
As much as this will pain me, I can't kiss him.
"N-no." I stutter, leaning back and I have to look away as I see the hurt cross his handsome features.
"Why?" He asks in a whisper and I gulp, before answering.
"I can't- we can't, because it's not fair." I sigh, looking back to see that his hurt expression went to a confused one.
"Not fair, what do you mean?" He questions and I bite my lip as I look down as I fiddle with my fingers.
"It's not fair to-" I pause as I let out an inaudible sigh. "Briana." I breathe out and I look up to see that his eyes lower to the ground as well.
It's as if he totally forgot about her and it makes me guilty for her.
"I'm sorry." I sigh and I get up from his lap and I pad around the corner to the kitchen. I need something for this headache that is now beginning to form. Hopefully Tony has something that will help.
I go to a cupboard, but I find wine instead of cups or a glass, so I go from cupboard to cupboard until I finally find a glass.
I fill it up with water from the sink faucet and I take a sip and then a drink after I realize that I'm thirsty. When was the last time I had a good glass of water?
I feel his presence behind me so I finish the glass and put it in the sink. I turn around and widen my eyes as he's very close to me.
I back up against the counter as he puts both of his hands on either side of me on the counter.
I silently watch as he just stares into my eyes, making my gaze falter under his intense stare.
I just look down to the ground instead. I know that If I look back up, I'll just give in and kiss him. Damn him for making me feel like this.
"Olivia I just got you back." He begins. "What makes you think that I would go ba-" "Bucky!" I look up in bewilderment and he looks at me in surprise at my outburst.
"I know you better then that, James Buchanan Barnes!" I shake my head. "Wha-" "Just please listen to what I have to say first please." I interrupt and he nods.
Knowing I have his full attention, I let out a sigh before telling him what was wrong.
"Bucky, Briana has been there for you when you needed someone. When you thought I was dead." Bucky looks down to the ground in pain when I mentioned my "death".
I gently lift his head back up so that he's looking at me. "I'm happy that she got your mind off of me. I'm happy that she was the one to lift your spirits up." I smile softly and he smiles back.
"You need to go to her. I bet when you found out I was alive, you didn't even speak to her." I say and he looks down to the ground in what seemed like regret, which in the deep pit of my stomach, felt like knives being constantly stabbed into my heart, but that was in the deel pit of my stomach.
I would feel guilty if I kiss Bucky and I know he would too, so I'm doing us both a favor.
"What about you then?" He asks, a crestfallen look on his face as he looks at me. I simply force a smile up to him and shrug. "I'm just going to stay here." I answer.
In truth, I am going to stay here, but that will only be a couple of nights. I need to get Bucky out of my head and to go find that son of a bitch, Ajax. I'm going to kill him and it'll be the last thing that I'll do.
Bucky pulls me out of my thoughts with a gentle kiss to my forehead. I close my eyes at the warm feeling. This may be the last kiss I'll get from this man.
"I'm coming back for you Olivia."
Or not.
"What?" I ask in surprise. "Didn't you hear what I just-" "I know what you said Olivia, but do you actually think that I'll leave you? You're my doll. My one and only." A small smile comes onto my face as he gently slides his arms around me so that we were very close to each other.
"You're my Olivia and I'm your Bucky." He rests his forehead against mine and I smile as we both stare into each others eyes. "I know you want me to go back to Briana, but I don't love her as much as I love you Olivia." He says and I close my eyes in reply.
"I know she helped me, but that was only for a year. She wasn't there for those other four years." He mutters and I open my eyes and I see that his eyes are teary.
I lean back to wipe his tears away. As they're away, he grabs my hand with his and again presses a kiss to it.
"I'll go, but I'm coming back,"
"For you."
