Chapter Two:

Clarification

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Forgive me if this chapter isn't as good as the last one... :(( Only my OCs are mine~

Steam filled the bathroom as warm water flowed down Stella's back, dampening her long dark brown tresses. She had finished breakfast with James and gotten to know him little more. Surprisingly, he had answered the questions she had asked calmly unless it was a question he didn't want to answer, in which he just told her it was something she didn't need to know. The brunette, now completely soaked in warm water grabbed the shampoo and squirted just enough to massage into her hair. In return, Stella had told him that she was born in Virginia and had come to Korea when she had finished high school to study Korean ceramics. After studying, she decided to open a small ceramic shop in which she could make and sell her products. Under her employment was Shayla Reid, a rebellious high school senior that was enrolled in an international school and the one Stella was talking to when she hit James with her car, and Eun Ji Lee, Stella's friend that studied Korean ceramics with her.

The brunette turned the warm water off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a clean white towel around herself. She grabbed another smaller towel and started to dry off her long hair that stuck to her back. Stella glanced at the clock that was hung on the bathroom wall, but to her dismay, it was still fogged up from the steam. She huffed, walked towards the clock and got on her tip toes to wipe the fog off with her towel. It was 11:30; she needed to hurry up. Stella and James decided that he would stay at her home for as long as he needed and agreed on shopping for his clothes for all he had was a ragged leather jacket and t-shirt, torn jeans, and worn down combat boots. Stella exited the bathroom quickly get ready so that she didn't keep James waiting for so long.

Bucky slowly paced around the living room, looking at the pictures and whatnot on display while waiting for Stella to finish getting ready. He had used the shampoo and soap that was placed in the spare bathroom that was closer to the guest room, the room that he woke up in, to wash up. The Winter Soldier looked at a picture with a wooden frame. In the picture was a little girl grinning so that her missing front tooth was visible. She had her hair tied in long pigtails and wore a floral purple dress; he assumed it was Stella. She stood in front of a wall that had thousands of gold stars on it. A small smile spread across his face at the sight of the goofy little Korean lass standing. Stella seemed like a friendly and trustworthy person. At first, he doubted her intentions, his instincts telling him not to trust anyone, but after breakfast, she didn't seem like a person that would or even could harm her (with the exception of last night's accident.). From what he observed, the Korean woman was slightly clumsy, awkward, and one to panic quickly.

"Sorry I took so long, I had to dry my hair." Bucky turned around away from the childhood picture and looked at Stella was closing the door of her room. "Oh, are you looking at the pictures?" she walked over to where he was standing and looked at the picture of her in a purple dress. "That was me when I was six. My family and I were visiting the World War II Memorial in Washington D.C. I was an absolutely goofy girl back then. Just look at that Cheshire grin." she giggled at her younger self.

"A World War II Memorial?" Bucky asked. "World War II...That's where I should have died...But I'm still here, still alive without any knowledge about myself, my past."

"Yeah, my grandfather served in World War II so we visited the memorial with him." Stella answered, oblivious to Bucky's hard contemplation. She turned to face him only to find that his face was scrunched up in slight frustration, "James, are you okay?"

This snapped him out of his reverie, "Y-yes, I'm fine. Your grandfather must've been a great man."

"He was and he still is." Stella glanced at the picture of her younger self once more before looking back at Bucky, "We should get going. I'll tell you about those pictures if you want later, c'mon." the ceramic artist started to walk towards the door, and after one more glance at the picture of six year old Stella, Bucky trailed behind her.

"Okay, so far, we've bought five long sleeves t-shirts three short sleeve t-shirts, five pairs of jeans, two hoodies, a leather jacket, and two pairs of Converse." Stella listed as she took a sip of her bubble tea.

Bucky and Stella were currently inside Cafe Bené, taking a break after shopping for about three hours.

"How is it that every time I go shopping for someone else, everything is on sale? All your t-shirts were half off, the hoodies and leather jacket were on sale for 60%, and your jeans and Converse were for sale for 30% off because of their spring sale. It's just mind boggling, absolutely mind boggling..." she said as she took another sip.

"Why didn't you get anything?" he asked as he took a sip out of his own drink, an Americano.

"Well, because, we're here to buy you stuff. I already have enough clothes; I don't need anything at the moment." she answered. "Do you have anything else you need to buy? I think I have some more money left."

"I don't think so. You already bought a lot for me, thank you. Once I can, I'll pay you back." Bucky replied with a slight smile.

"Don't mention it, it's fine." she said.

"Hey, do you see that guy over there? Oh my gosh he looks so hot!"

"And he's foreign, too!"

Stella glanced to her left and noticed to Korean girls about her age giggling about something. She followed their gaze to Bucky and she chuckled, "Looks like you've got yourself some fan girls, James." she told him and gestured to the two Korean girls that sat at a table to their far left.

Bucky looked over in their direction, and as soon as he made eye contact, they looked away and squealed.

"He looked this way! Oh my gosh!" the one with a pink cardigan shrieked.

"Do you think he'll come over here?!" the other one with a mustache shirt asked.

"I don't think so. Look, he's got a girl with him." the girl wearing a pink cardigan answered with a sour expression.

"He's so nice for taking a girl like that out on a date. She looks so boring." the girl wearing a mustache shirt added.

Both Korean girls looked at Stella with disapproval and disdain.

Stella just scoffed, "You've got to be kidding me."

"What is it?" Bucky questioned. He was very confused since he didn't speak Korean.

"Nothing important. They seem to think of you as a god of some sort and me unfitting to be sitting next to you."

The man sitting opposite of her quirked an eyebrow.

"Hey, don't look at me. They said it." Stella shrugged.

However, Stella realized that the fangirling girls were right; Bucky was good looking. Now that he washed up, his hair was a deep chocolate color slightly lighter than hers instead of a greasy mess. His eyes were a brilliant shade of light blue and the stubble on his face made him look, could she dare say it, sexy. He was tall, maybe six feet, and he had an incredibly lean but muscular body that towered over her petite self.

"Enjoying the view, doll?"

Bucky's voice snapped Stella out of her daze, "W-what, I wasn't staring at you. Wait, did you just call me 'doll'?" Stella replied slightly flustered with a light shade of pink rising in her cheeks.

He ignored her question and kept teasing her with a smirk on his face, "Yes you were. Your gazed was fixed on me the whole time. If I hadn't said anything, I think you would've stared at my face all day long. Did you see anything you like?"

"No, because there wasn't much to look at." she countered. "C'mon, let's get going. I need to wash your clothes now so that you can wear them tomorrow." Stella abruptly stood up, which scared some of the other customers in the cafe including the two fangirls, and exited the cafe before Bucky could protest. The man just chuckled and followed behind her.

A/N: Sorry this chapter isn't as long as the one before it, but the dialog makes up for it, right? *hides behind her computer in case of an angry mob* But all jokes aside, I promise the next chapter will be better. I hope you're enjoying this story and Stella! I hope Bucky isn't too OOC. I'm planning on re watching Captain America The First Avenger pretty soon to familiarize myself with Bucky's personality before he was super soldierized. Thank you for reading and until the next chapter, ciao~~~