Chapter 25-Home Again

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Beni sighed with relief as she walked out of the hospital. She was still getting used to the fact that she was able to walk again. And run. She had been in the hospital for the majority of the month, but thanks to her fast improvement and weird lizard healing powers she was let out way earlier than most. She was still going to be going back twice a week for physical therapy for the next month, but other than that, she was...

Free.

She was honest to god free. Free from IVs, and doctors, and nurses, and the pain in her stump had long since passed, although she carried her painkillers in her jacket pocket just in case she needed them. Bucky had bought over some proper, non-hospital like clothes for her a few days ago, and she was glad he had taken the weather into consideration, considering Thanksgiving was in two days. He had brought her a pair of jeans, both of her knee high boots that she wore the day they went shopping together, a black top, and her bombers jacket, that had a pair of leather gloves in the pockets in case her hands had gotten cold. He had even brought her a pack of hair ties he had bought from the dollar store. He really was to good to her, in her opinion.

As she walked along the sidewalk she thought about her time in the hospital-mainly her time in physical therapy with Wally and Barry. She had learned that Wally was Barry's nephew and had a girlfriend, whose nickname was Arty. Barry was married to a woman named Iris, and both Wally and Barry kept teasing her about making a move on Bucky despite the fact that they didn't know him. Thinking back on her conversations with Barry and Wally now, she realized that, other than some funny war stories, she had only talked about Bucky.

How she had met him, how he acted, a few of his likes and dislikes, some of his main interests, and even got on the subject of his nicknames due to his hair. But not once did she ever mention his arm to them. Bucky probably wouldn't want them knowing, and it was his secret to tell, so she stayed quiet about it.

She didn't bother calling Bucky so she could get a ride from him. She had two good legs and she intended to use them. That, and she wanted to see Bucky's surprise. Besides, it was a nice, sunny day out, and the only thing making it cold was the wind. She was really thankful for the ponytails at that particular moment. It was always nice to know that she wouldn't be eating her own hair whenever she walked out of any type of building.

She took in a deep breath and grinned, taking long strides. She didn't mind walking home in the least bit. But she was going to have to take the subway, but she didn't mind.

In fact, she was going to enjoy every second of it.

Bucky's head shot up as he heard the deadbolt being turned. He narrowed his eyes. The only people that had keys to the house were him and...

"Beni?" Bucky asked as she walked in, wearing a blissful smile. When she saw his wide eyes her smile turned to a grin and she did a little jig, throwing her arms out to her side, right leg extended.

"I'm back, bitches!" She said cheerfully. He grinned and stood up, Toy Story 3 completely forgotten.

"You walked all the way here from the hospital?" He asked as she shut the door behind her and took off her jacket. She nodded as she put her jacket on the hook.

"Yeah, I did. And without he use of crutches or someone holding my hand. And it felt great."

"I could have driven you," Bucky said. "What if something bad happened?"

"One, I didn't want you to drive me. I waned to walk home because Bucky, I can walk again. And if anybody tried causing any trouble I still have my hand to hand combat. But nothing happened and I'm perfectly content."

Bucky internally sighed, but he knew that the walk made her happy, so he gave her a smile and sat back down on the couch.

"So what are you going to do now?" he asked.

"I'm going to go upstairs. I haven't really gotten a good look up there, and I'm kind of curious," she replied.

Bucky ignored the fact that she was just now going to take a good look upstairs and take a look around nearly seven months into owning the damned place. At least she didn't have an excuse for falling down the stairs now.

He watched as she carefully climbed the stairs, having to look own where she stepped because she knew she couldn't feel anything on her right side. Then she disappeared, and he returned to his movie.

"Holy shit!" Beni yelled a few minutes later.

Bucky practically leapt off of the couch and ran up the stairs to Beni, who was standing there looking in Bucky's room. He sighed and raised an eyebrow.

"What? What is it?" he asked, all of the worry gone (Despite the fact that he slept with a knife under his pillow and a gun in his drawer).

"I have never seen a grown man's room this clean. Ever. Like, you're the first. I bet your room is cleaner than my friend Steve's."

Bucky face palmed, dragging his metal hand down his face as she stepped inside. He followed her in, watching as she took everything in.

It was true. Bucky's room wasn't just nice. It was pristine. Bucky just naturally kept his room clean, like it was habit. He had certain things in certain places. His knife was under his pillow, his gun was in his drawer, his shampoo was in a certain spot in his bathroom, and so on. Hell, he even had his drawers organized. There were three large drawers on his dresser. The top was for socks and underwear, the second was for shirts that didn't get hung up, and the last was for shorts and stuff he either wanted to hide (Like his gun) and other miscellaneous things that he didn't find a specific spot for.

Before he knew it, Beni was headed back down stairs, probably to go to the garage or something. He followed her as she did as he expected, a little bit of a bounce in her step. Bucky smiled to himself at that. That she was able to have a bounce in her step.

"What are you looking for?" he asked as she flipped on the lights. The only things that were in her garage was her motorcycle and boxes from when she first moved in. She started digging through one of them, and Bucky hovered slightly with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm looking," she said, her voice slightly muffled, "For something. It used to be my mom's. She taught me how to play it. She died. I kind of taught myself the rest. Then I signed up for the army and stowed it-Aha!"

She triumphantly brought out a miniature guitar. Bucky scratched his head in slight confusion, and Beni threw a flower necklace around his neck.

"My mom was part Hawaiian, and she passed her ukulele down to me. Those flowers go good with you eyes, by the way. Blue is definitely your color."

Bucky raised his eyebrow even higher but didn't comment on take them off as he followed Beni back inside. She sat down on the couch, and he sat on her right, just like they always do, and Beni started to play.