Chapter 27-Home on the Range
Third Person:
The next day everything seemed almost flipped. It was Bucky who woke Beni up instead of the other way around. She had run out with the biggest limp Bucky had ever seen. She wasn't wearing any trace of makeup from last night when they went dancing, and her hair was completely straight like normal. He was so glad he got a picture of her in her dress.
"Why are you limping?" He asked. He didn't remembered her ever tripping in the heels she had worn.
"I slept weird and my foot fell asleep. Why the wake up call? I mean, I know I'm not really one to talk, but...You're never the one to do wake up calls."
"I've got a surprise. Go get something comfortable on, like jeans and tennis shoes or something."
"Whatever you say," Beni said with a yawn. Then she retreated back to her room, kicking the door frame with her real foot as she did so.
Bucky, like Beni always was whenever she woke him up, was fully dressed. He wore dark jeans and a belt the was kind of unneeded with how tight the jeans were on him, combat boots, a black shirt that held the same status as the jeans, his leather jacket, and his gloves. It didn't take to long for Beni to get ready. Bucky assumed it was because in the army you always had a limited amount of time to do so. She came out wearing a dark pair of jeans, her own pair of combat boots, a tight, black turtleneck, and her bomber's jacket. Her striped hair was in its usual ponytail. When she saw him she rolled her eyes and walked over.
"It's windy outside. You don't want to be eating your own hair, do you?" She asked as she pulled his hair back into a ponytail.
"Thanks," He mumbled before grabbing Beni's motorcycle keys. She snatched them up, saying,
"My ride, I drive," wearing that smug smile. Bucky snatched them back with a,
"You don't know where we're going. I drive."
"Buzzkill."
"You won't be saying that when we get there."
"Sure. Now are we going or what?"
"Bucky, is it really necessary to make me close my eyes?" Beni asked, reaching out in front of her. She peeked her eye open, and Bucky place his hands over her face, blocking any hope of her being able to see their destination. She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed, Even when Bucky had to take one hand off to open the door she wasn't able to see because he slid his forearm over her eyes.
"Yes. Yes it is."
"What can I get for you two?" A mystery man asked. Beni felt Bucky lean over, but she didn't hear what he was saying. A few minutes later they were back outside and Bucky was taking his arm off of her eyes so she could see.
Her entire face lit up with excitement.
"You took us to the shooting range?" She jumped up excitedly as she grabbed the rifle from Bucky's hand and got comfy on the ground.
"Take a good look," she said as she wiggled a bit to get the full comfort experience, "This is the best view in town."
The Deskie who had followed them nodded and gave Bucky a thumbs up, but Bucky just glared at him for looking and got in the station next to Beni. The one on her right, of course. Before he got to comfortable he tossed a pair of sound proof ear-muffs to Beni, who caught them without even looking. She didn't need them, but she put them on anyway. Her ears had adjusted to the harsh sound of a gun fire. Bucky put his on, ditching the orange goggles as Beni had.
He watched her for a second. She looked more in her element than sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in her lap. Hell, she looked more in her element than when she walked. Not even the kick from her sniper made her blink. He looked at the target, not needing the pair of binoculars that the Deskie had offered him, and was just shy of surprised that it was a perfect bulls-eye. But then he remembered that she had been a Marine for ten years, and he got over it. Then she emptied out her case and aimed again.
Beni could see Bucky watching her in the corner of her eyes. When she said she was the best view in town she hadn't expected him to take her quite this seriously. But she wasn't complaining. After all, he had taken her out to the shooting range. She had been itching to get her hands on a sniper for months, but never actually got around to it. In fact, with all of the things that had happened, she had completely forgotten about coming to the range. She hit Bucky with her car but not really, got a job, brought Bucky out of his shell, got weird lizard powers because of her asshole ex-coworker, got a new leg, went dancing with Bucky, and she had to say that now that she knew he was that good at dancing (Especially swing dancing and if it's a jazzy forties-themed song), the arm was not the only turn on anymore.
She looked over at Bucky, who had finally settled down and started shooting, with barely any hesitation. He didn't so much as flinch each time the butt of the rifle threatened to take his ear off. Each shot was dead on, like he had been doing this for more than just twenty years. He wasn't even that old! Twenty-six at the most, which was the same age as Beni.
She smirked and got settle back down, snuggling (There really is no other way to put it) up to the rifle.
Both Bucky and Beni had smiles as they walked into the house they shared. Bucky was just happy she considered it their house instead of just Beni and some guy her friend hit with his car. He liked that, and the idea that he actually had a place he could call home. A place he could always come back to. But it always feels empty without Beni there. It was like their home wasn't really home without her. So he decided to try and do something nice for her.
The least he could do, in his opinion, was make her smile.