Chance Meeting: Chapter 8
(Disclaimer, see chapter one and on with the story! And to clear it up, Rachel is NOT related to Scott Summers from the X-Men.)
Five months later, The Avengers were walking on eggshells with Bucky and Amber; and Romanoff was 'kicked out' of the group until she made amends for what had happened with Rachel. Bucky hadn't done much of anything, he was in mourning, the only woman that he would ever love was dead, all over a cruel joke that 'Black Widow' had played. He had gone for a run nearly everyday, or he would ride his motorcycle, he had said less and less. Even his best friend didn't know how to help him through this, Bucky had gone out on his motorcycle and would not be back for a good five days: he had gone to see his hacker: for some reason, something wasn't sitting right with him, and hadn't for a long time.
*Meanwhile*
In Texas, Rachel had gotten settled with the help of Clara Sue and her husband. They were both nice people, she had felt a type of connection with Clara... but she couldn't place where or how; but it was a solid connection, there. She had even met her husband, Rick who was a tall man with mocha skin and kind dark eyes, and found him nice as well. They even had two kids, a boy and a girl, and they were about in their late teens early twenties. They had the same features as their parents, strangley enough. Rachel had thought back when she had met Clara-Sue, had simliar features to her, the older woman was acting almost motherly to her. And her teenagers and husband were very welcoming towards her, she had found a simple and sweet house, that had reminded her of her old one. When she was adopted, her adopted mother and her adopted father had came to see her and they were glad that she was settling in, they hadn't guessed that she was pregnant... well not yet. She didn't think that they would react badly, they would love her no matter what she had done; but then again, she was scared, and sad.
She had talked to Clara about it, for her being scared about telling them and for her being sad, she loved Bucky still... Her heart broke everytime that she had thought about him; he didn't take the time to lie, nothing! What had she done that was so wrong in her life? Was she that bad of a person? Being born into a family that didn't love her, let alone like her, just when she thought that things were going great, in meeting a man that she could possibly see herself with, she gets stabbed in the back. For a strange reason, she couldn't wrap her mind around it, she had used her powers to set the car crash up, it was amazing what people of HYDRA could teach the possible new members, they had taught her how to fake her death. And it was a good thing that Rachel was a fast learner, for one, however she did feel bad about what she had done: but Bucky and his 'precious' Natasha had given her no choice! With that thought came sadness and bitterness, she had considered herself pathetic for loving a man that never really loved her... He probably just used her to make not only HYDRA fall, but *that red-headed so-called-neuter of a woman* jealous. And now she was a single mother, well soon-to-be, and no man would ever want her... but it was nice to have a couple of older people to talk to. But then, Clara had told her that there was a possibility that Rachel might be her daughter?!
And the look on her face spoke volumes!
*Back to Bucky*
As Bucky sat there in a booth of a diner, waiting for his hacker, there he came he was an average-sized man with blue-red tipped hair that was styled in a mowhawk, from the look of him he had looked like he was in metal concert. But the man was a brillant hacker, better than Stark, as the man had walked in with his small laptop and a little smile on his face, from what Bucky could tell, he had found something and it would be something that he would be interested in hearing. As he sat down and ordered a coffee, like Bucky, after waving down the waistress an older woman that was very sweet "When it comes for the check, we are together.'' Came the Mowhawked man's voice, the woman had nodded and left "Your late.'' Came Bucky's annoyed voice "Traffic was a nightmare and I had car problems, grand high one... but I found some information that you maybe interested in.'' Pulling out his laptop and opened it as he did so, typed up a few things, and asking Bucky to scoot over, and he did, as he took a seat by him "Okay, you showed me the crash sight, and I found out that there was a camera there up in the trees, and this is what I found.'' Typing up a couple of things; and up came the video still was Rachel?!
Her precious face, was tear-streaked, and she was shaking. Closing her eyes and with a wave of her hand, she had placed everything in place and running off, Bucky had clentched his hands into fists, relief was sweeping through him. She was alive, he knew that the 'death' looked a little too staged, and the body looked a little fake. She didn't do too good of a job covering her tracks, when she ran, he was shaking on the inside whether it was rage or happiness, he had no idea...Notcing that the guy was still talking "And there's more, man there was someone that matched Rachel's discription, to a T, getting on a bus, going to Texas.'' Bucky had looked shocked, she did mention that she had stayed in Texas at one time or another. Watching as he was getting some directions from the hacker "She might've gotten a new ID a new life, even new man. new everything. I have no idea, but Buck before you go all pyshco boyfriend ape-shit on me for being the messager, you really need to hear this..'' He had agreed to listen...
***Rachel was getting huge!***
About three more weeks until she would be seven months pregnant, and today she had found out that she was going to have a boy. She smiled, and she did take an at home DNA test, and it revealed that her and Clara were mother and daughter, Rachel and her adopted parents and family had a lot of questions and her birth mother was glad to answer them. Turned out that she was stolen by her own grandmother, and abused badly, just because Clara's mother didn't approve of her daughter making any decisions without having being beaten for it, and according to her mother, she had an uncle and a cousin, that were dying to meet her. When Clara's children were told that it was a positive that her and Rachel were related, they had welcomed her more into the family; and they all had agreed to help her with the baby. Rick had agreed to help Rachel with the nursery, it was becoming abit easier, but still late at night when the world was sleeping or retiring for the night, she thought of Bucky... a lot. Wondered if he was happy, with her hand on her stomach, it was getting so big she thought that she would never see her feet. And her moodswings were becoming almost violent, plus having telekensis wasn't exactly helping her matters much anymore; she then had wondered if her son would inherit any of her powers?
It wouldn't matter to her, she would be there to love her little baby, the next morning, Rachel was able to get up out of bed, this time without help she was glad about that, rolling abit on her side, she was able to get up. Deciding on a nice hot bath, with the relaxing scent of vanilla; she had put an ear to the underground, and so far Zemo had disappeared, and the rest of HYDRA had vanished as well. Thinking about the water and tub filling up with some hot relaxing water, thankfully that she had control of her powers, thinking about the things floating in place, as they did so she had smiled. No one knew that she had this gift, and hopefully when they are ready, she will tell them, and some how she has been having these feelings that either her birth mother or her adopted mother have been trying to set her up on dates. Not that she could blame them, she was lonely, but that didn't mean that they had to set her up with mommies and their sons, and they wont even 'come up to bat' after her comfty bath, she had decided to go to the store and pick up a few things. Dressing in an ankle-length blue dress that had buttoned up the front, thankfully she had stopped throwing up, however she had felt like a fat pig; in a way she was glad that Bucky's true colors were shown a few months ago. He wouldn't be stuck with a fat pig, that was crazy and crying all the time: however that didn't mean that she didn't still love him. She missed him so much, she missed them, her friends. Everything that she had worked so hard for, in secret she sold her house without Amber knowing.
Rachel had shuddered inwardly, if Amber had found out that she was not only alive- but sold their house- her best friend would more than likely kill her! And probably, Bucky wouldn't care if she died or not, and if he saw her now, he would think that it wasn't his; because Widow would put it in his shattered mind. And pull his strings, telling him what to say and how to act, like the good little puppet that he was. Rachel had sighed and got out of her pick up truck, her blue one, it was a slightly used one a 2015, she loved it, but her birth mother had told her that she would have to get another car until the baby got older: just in case. Clara had told her that she could get her a car that was pretty new; just until the baby was older. Her family even threw her a baby-shower, and her closet friends, they bought her everything and more that her baby would need! As she was walking up and down the isles grabbing what she needed. As of late, she had felt that someone had been watching her, it had started with a slight feeling here and there, but now she was feeling these feelings, like she was being stalked! Quickly shaking the thoughts from her head, who in their right fucking minds would stalk a fat lady? Probably some stupid teenage boy that wanted to make a name for himself, muttering something not-so-nice about stupid teens that need to be choked, she had quickly snapped out of her thoughts as she had ran head-long into Derik Woods. Derik was a guy that her adoptive mother had been trying to get her 'setup' with, in truth, he looked almost identical to Bucky, but his eyes were different... more or a darker colbolt than a baby blue.
It wasn't as though Derik wasn't nice, he was, but she knew that there would be no other man for her but Bucky. Rachel was starting to wonder if she was sick in the head; after a short chat between the two, they had gone their separate ways, she had sighed. Was this gonna be her life? Alone... unloved... with no one in her life, to share with. Why did it still hurt? She had hoped that Bucky was happy, she missed Amber and Wanda, Wanda understood her powers and helped her to understand them better. She was starting to miss Tony as well; with a sigh, she had paid her for stuff and left. Using the cart to push, it wasn't really all that heavy, she could've managed, and with no one looking; she would use her powers. Looking around slowly, making a slow visual sweep of the area and finding nothing, everyone was going about their business, before she could even focus on any of the objects; her pastor and his wife had came up to her. She loved them both, but sometimes they were tiring-at times- they were both in their early fifties, with two ready smiles and kind eyes. The wife's name was Ivy, a tall slender woman with soft mocha skin and beautiful light brown eyes. Her husband, Zachary was tall too and had a slender build- but with some muscle on himself- he had peaches and cream skin with blue eyes and fawn-colored hair.
"Let use help you darling,'' Came Ivy's sweet voice, while ushering her into the driver's seat, reluctantly and begurgendly she had seated herself in the truck and fastened her seat belt. Just because she was pregnant, didn't mean that people had to treat her like she was dying or made from glass. She knew no one would listen to whatever she had to say, Rachel knew that they meant well, but they were driving her insane! Between everything else, she was really begining to lose her mind, she could've sworn that she saw a man in jeans and a simple baseball cap watching her! Ok now she was seriously going mental! As she was driving, thankfully she had gotten away from the couple or they were gonna make her re-think seeing a shrink, Rachel had picked up her ringing phone, it was her adoptive mother. With a sigh, she had continued to talk to her, via speaker phone,"So who told Derik that I would be at the store?'' She had asked while driving to her home, she knew that they meant well, but really? Her dark eyes were brimming with unshed tears; being pregnant really sucked at times, always crying and always raging, and now she was scared that someone was stalking her, "Honestly Rachel, me and your birth mother told him. Come on little bit, you know he's had a crush on you for a long time.'' Rolling her eyes, damn her heart... she loved Bucky, and she missed him, but she refused to be back burner bitch! With a lone tear going down her cheek, her adoptive mother had asked Rachel just to at least spend the day with Derik. It wouldn't hurt, she had reluctantly agreed to it, under the condition that if she didn't feel anything towards him but friendship, then they drop it. And it was their turn to be reluctant, they had agreed to her conditions. As Rachel had pulled in the driveway, she still had the feeling that someone was watching her, quickly shaking off the feeling, and going on with her day.
Watching her, from the distance, she was so beautiful...
Rachel had used her powers to put her purchases away, with a sigh, she had walked up the stairs to get ready to spend the day with Derik. Her heart was hurting, will this pain ever go away? Deciding on a thin strapped white dress that went down to her knees, she had then decied on putting her hair;
that had grown about an inch or two to her bra strap, in a messy bun. Her hair was getting irritating as hell, and she was going to cut it tonight, if she wasn't too tired, hopefully. Rachel had decided on no makeup, so she washed off what little she had put on this morning; reaching for her necklace... Her heart sank, again, Bucky gave her that necklace- to wear only around him- it was a small antique gold cressent moon, with a single crystal in the middle. He had told her that it had belonged to his grandmother, that part he remembered, her kind nature had reminded him of his grandmother. *Apparently* he had told Romanoff that too, 'precious' widow, Rachel was a 'game' to them. That hurt even more, than her breaking heart and her aching back. The knock at the door had brought her from her thoughts and her near tears; quickly looking at herself in the mirror while using her powers to slip on her white flip flops, she had hoped that today would go ok and that Derik would be just a friend. Somehow, she had the feeling that it would end just like that, and she would get to have her child and end up alone after the baby reaches eighteen. He'll be grown and gone, and she would die alone and then Widow would get to dance on her grave. As Rachel had opened the door, there was Derik. He was in casual clothes, jeans and a black t-shirt, and a simple pair of sneakers, as he took her hand gently and escorted her to his truck. As the two had parked at a nearby county fair flea market area, the two were laughing and talking, Rachel was somewhat enjoying herself, "Rachel, could I ask you something?'' She had nodded her ok, as he continued, "I need your opinion, I like someone a lot, and I need to know how to ask her out; I need your advice.'' Derik had said while seating them down on a nearby bench so that she could feel the breeeze hitting her face gently.
"Rachel, I had a crush on you for a long time, yes, I care for you a lot, but as a friend. I have thought about it. And I know that you and I would never work out, sadly for your moms. And my mother as well.'' He had said as she giggled a bit, while placing his hand on hers, "So, I need advise, Rachel. How do I go about asking this girl out?'' Derik had asked as he stood up and paced a bit. Rachel had managed to get up, with her hand on her stomach and on her back, she stood. And still the feeling of being watched had returned, "Derik, all women like the fact that you should be honest, but be direct. And be respectful; here look at me. Practice on me a couple of times, and let me help you.'' She had offered as he smiled gratefully, after taking a few deep breaths, "Ok, here it goes. Katherine, I know that you don't know me very well, but I want you to know me. If you like, would you like to go on a date with me, sometime?'' He had asked, while picturing Rachel, as Katherine, she dark hared woman had nodded her head once or twice, as if in thought. Rachel had then responded, "Ok, not bad, not bad. Try this: 'Katherine, you look lovely today, I was just wondering. If you like, to go out on a date sometime, then that's fine.' Put the ball in her court, Derik.'' Rachel had said as she gave him some more advise, "Find out her favorite flower, and give it to her, tak the time to personalize your date question to her. If she says 'yes' than you are good. But if she says 'no' than at least she will know and be a bit more cautious with your feelings. Or if she says 'Maybe' then that would bode either way.'' Came her voice of reason, Derik had smiled and hugged her gently, while placing his hand on her rounded stomach, "I actually envy the man that gets with you,'' She smiled, "And you little guy, if you need anyone to talk to without judgements, my door is always opened...'' She had giggled and playfully poked him in the shoulder.
"Are you getting hungry Rachel?'' Derik had asked while guiding her towards the smell of food, she smiled, "Yea, I'm craving tacos.'' She had said while patting her stomach gently, if she continued to crave tacos, then she will turn into one! However, there were times that she would be craving chicken for a week, and it had to be fried chicken, inwardly rolling her eyes. She wished that she could grab the kid's little hands or legs and pull, at night she loved it when the baby would 'talk to her' his kicks were a type of code. Whenever Rachel would giggle, he would be comforting her, his mother. She loved their little 'talks' it was their bonding time, as Derik had seated her down, she had happened to look over at the counter and notice that there was a medium-height beautiful girl, behind the counter. She had a wild mass of curly hair that was the color of black and her eyes were a beautiful dark chocolate, her skin was a soft-looking mocha. She had an angel's smile, smiling, Rachel had gotten up and waddled over to them and upon inspection, she had noticed that the girl's name tag read 'Katherine' she had looked over at Rachel and smiled. Rachel had placed her hand on the counter and starting the conversation as well, "Hi,'' Rachel had greeted, and Katherine had smiled and replied, "Hi, Welcome, I'll be with you in a moment.'' Rachel had said, "No, ma'am you don't have to do that, he and I are together, not like that.'' There was reconition in her dark eyes, "Oh you must be Rachel?! Hi I'm Katherine, it's nice to meet you!'' She had exclaimed while shaking her hand, "Derik has told me so much about you! I feel as though I know you!" Rachel had giggled as the two were talking while the order was getting ready; Rachel could tell that Katherine was 'very much' smitten with Derik. She was all giggly and bashful, as the two had gone back to their table, and began to eat, Rachel had picked up the feeling that she was being watched.
It wasn't a cold eery feeling that people had described, as 'cold and dark,' this somehow felt warm and yet something familar. Quickly shaking herself from her thoughts, as Derik had waved Katherine over to their table, from the look of it, she was either on break or going home for the day. Sitting next to Derik, '' On a break?'' Rachel had asked, leading the conversation in Derik's favor. As the two were talking, Rachel had finished eating and left before anyone could notice her; smiling to herself, she was Cupid, for other people but not for herself. Feeling the movement, Rachel had giggled, "Hey, you...'' She had said while sitting on a bench, she loved walking-she had never over did it- the doctor had said that she was doing everything right. As she was watching people walking some in a group, and others a couple or alone. Like her. Placing her hands on her stomach softly and gently, closing her eyes and picturing her baby boy, maybe getting a pet wouldn't be a bad thing after all? And the baby would like it as well getting up, after a couple of failed attempts, she had continued with her walk, lucky that she knew that her step- father was working today. He worked for a top of the line car store and he was just getting ready to get off work, she had showed up right when he was getting ready to grab up his stuff for the day. Waving her over, she had continued to walk, he was looking confused, "Where's Derik?'' She smiled, and continued to explain to him that her 'mothers' get to 'butt out of her life, when it came to dating.' and they would be 'Butt-hurt' over it. Rachel had nearly let out a giggle over their expressions, while her step-father was shutting down for the day, since he had a half day. She had happened to look over and see that a man was watching her, he appeared tall, and wearing a baseball cap, and when she blinked, he was gone? Quickly shaking herself from her thoughts as Rick came up to her and helped her to her feet, and out the door, waving everyone goodbye.
As they were driving home, Rachel still couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, mainly her. When her mothers were standing on her porch, Rachel was rolling her eyes skyward, she was seriously going to kill them!
A month and a half later...
Rachel was still having the feelings of being watched a lot, she had decided that with her being pregnant- the hormones were making her nuts- she was due soon and she had thought that maybe getting a dog would be better. So she had asked Rick if he knew anyone that bred dogs, and he said yes and that he was on his way to get one for mom and the kids. So the tribe had piled in. Rachel had decided to follow, with her adoptive mother and father in the car with her, "They breed pits?'' they had asked, while they had followed the van behind them turning left, "I think so,'' Rachel replied, while they had stopped, it looked like a simple house. And there in front of it was a stocky man, tall with salt and pepper hair and pale skin, with the farmer's tan. Rick and the man shook hands and embraced like brothers. Rick had motioned to Rachel and her other parents, who were coming up the small driveway, while Rachel's hands were on her stomach. She was getting so big! The man was like a gentle giant, gently taking her hand and greeting her like a gentleman; and putting his arm around her and guiding the small group to the back yard. There were a ton of pitbulls ranging from puppy to teen to adult. They were wagging their tails and barking at potential owners/companions, Rachel was looking around and there were two white and black spotted ones. She had smiled at them and slowly went to them, opening the gates that contained the two, and placing herself on her knees and holding out her hands for them to sniff her. She knew that the dogs were great for children and any dog would be very protective and loving towards their charges and companions. Rachel was a bit shocked that the two pitbulls had accepted her, and she had asked the breeder of the two dogs, if it was ok if she were to adopt the two that were bonding to her. And the man had agreed, because he had told her that they were brothers and hated being apart from each other. Rachel had nodded her head in understanding, after they had chosen their dogs, they had paid the man and thanked him again.
Rachel had her two dogs that she had named Fin and Mickey, they were wagging their tails and looking out at the window, on her side. She was laughing and putting one hand on her growing stomach and the other was still on the wheel, sometimes Rachel would use her gift to steer the car, whenever she knew that there was no one around, looking in the rear view mirror at her dogs. They were busy looking out the window, "You two are going to enjoy running around and playing, grass miles around, and when the little one comes, you two will have a play mate.'' She had said while looking somewhat sad, Fin had hopped in the front seat with Rachel and gently placed his paw on her hand that was stroking her very swelled belly, and Mickey had placed his head on her shoulder.
As if they were comforting her, she was smiling, at them. She had pulled in the driveway, she was glad that they had gone shopping ahead of time for dog food, and she would have to go for two dogs; but she didn't mind she had a connection with both of them and they had a connection with they baby. As the dogs were roaming free in the backyard, barking and romping around, with her hand on her stomach, Rachel was walking in the front of her home, watching them play. She will never know joy again, thanks to that slut Widow and the bastard that used her and threw her away, it hurt so much. Rachel was fighting the fresh tears that were trying to pour down her face; maybe she did need to find someone? Maybe after the baby was born she would date? Maybe that would help, if he could fuck some aids ridden slut, then she would find a real man... Someone that wasn't going to run a game on her, again the feeling of being watched had came back, she was making a slow sweep around the area. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing up in alarm; she was slowly walking around back to the front door, going inside, the dogs were sounding their opposition, managing to get inside. They were climbing up the stairs, and found Rachel using her powers on a man...
Out of concern, Clara-Sue and Rachel's adopted mother had decided to go to their daughter's home to check on her, both women were bombarded by the two dogs that were now in the middle of the stairs barking. The two women were running up the stairs to hear the struggle taking place, behind the locked door, and a German voice was yelling, "What are you?!'' Clara's eyes grew angry and wide, as she had thrusted her palm against the door of Rachel's guest bedroom, as if on its own, the door had splintered opened, on its own! Rachel's adoptive mother's dark eyes grew wider, if that were possible, There stood Clara, and she was pissed, "Hello Faust,'' Her Russian accent had appeared shocking everyone, as Rachel was lifting him up in the air, her nose was bloody. But Faust was coughing up blood, "Rachel, meet your father!'' Fire had appeared from Clara's hands, as Faust was going to beg for his life, she knew that he couldn't get into her mind, let alone Rachel's. As Faust had burned to death, Rachel's adoptive mother, was busying herself with trying to convince herself that this was a dillusion! And so far nada! Ok, as she was looking at the scene before her, both Clara and Rachel have powers! That part was pretty cool; she had watched while the two dogs were protecting her, Clara had set him on fire...
About three weeks later, Rachel was covered in sweat, on a hospital bed pushing and grunting, the baby was coming! She was grunting and pushing whenever the doctors were ordering her to push, Rachel had screamed, "Sex is bad!'' While her breathing was becoming more and more labored and she was screaming, louder! Rachel was breathing heavily, "Men suckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!'' She had screamed while she was making sure that she was keeping her powers as quiet as possible, as she pushed one more time, crying could be heard. As the doctors had handed the cleaned up baby to her, "Congradulations, Ma'am, its a beautiful healthy baby boy!'' As the nurses were getting Rachel cleaned up, they had handed her the baby, and she had held him to her, "Hi baby, it's your mommy...'' He had opened his eyes, there looking at her were Bucky's baby blue eyes looking right back at her. The pain in her heart had came back, it was breaking all over again, leaning down and kissing the crying baby's head... This baby will know love, she can be both mother and father to him, she knew how parents were NOT supposed to be treating their children and what she had went through, wasn't normal.
After a week later, Rachel was released from the hospital, with her son that she had named A.J. Andrew- after her adoptive father- and James- after Bucky. With the help of her family, she was able to care for A.J. little by little by herself, she was buidling a life her not only herself but her son. However, she had the feeling still that someone was watching her, quickly shaking herself from her stupid thoughts,
who in their right mind would be stalking her? She had a kid, for the love of God!
*Three months later...*
Rachel had just fed A.J. she had decided to breast feed, even though their were a lot of people that were not okay with it. But she was the mother, and she would decide what was best for her baby, even though it had been three months since she had brought A.J. into the world, she had never thought that she could love her son anymore. And she was wrong, he was such a sweet baby, always smiling, and a grip like his father. Rachel had winced, she couldn't wait for him to be weaned, she loved the bonding, yes but the gripping was not cool. With a sigh, she had placed A.J. in his crib, after changing his diaper and sleeper, as she looked down as his sleeping form, she smiled and blew him a kiss. "See you at three in the morning, baby.'' She had said while quietly walking out of the nursery and into her room, she had better hurry and get to sleep, because 3 a.m. comes early. As Rachel had gotten dressed for bed, after a fast shower, she had decided on a black shirt that buttoned up the front and a pair of shorty short boxers, as her bare feet had made contact with the wooden floors. She had sighed, Fin and Mickey wanted to sleep over her birth mother's house for the night, those two loved A.J. and the same thing in return; climbing on bed, Rachel had made herself comfortable and went to sleep.
A few hours later: a person had came in the nursery through the window, A.J. was fussing a moment or two, as the man had picked him up and swaying with him, like Rachel would've done. His shadowed jaw was against the baby's temple, as he had placed the now calmed baby down in his crib to sleep, he was beautiful. Walking out of the nursery, and walking to Rachel's room, a path that he had taken many times before. At night, he would see to the nursery, and other things, but tonight would be the night that they would talk...
As the person had went to her room, he had closed the door and looked at her... She had gotten even more beautiful, if that were possible, slowly walking over to the bed and quietly seating himself on it. Rachel was sleeping deeply in the dim light of the lamp that was on her nightstand, softly. From what he had founded out, she had no man, and that was a good thing on everyones' part; as he had postioned himself on top of her and slowly kissed her on her pouty little mouth. Missing her lips, missing her scent, missing her body under his... he missed her. She had moaned slightly and was starting to wake up, before she could even react, he had palced his hand over her mouth, "If you scream, or use your powers, you will be knocked out and you me and the baby will be gone. Understood?'' She had nodded her head slowly, there on top of her and in her room was Bucky?! Lowering his mouth to hers again, kissing her again, she had moaned slightly, she couldn't find the anger that she once had towards him, Bucky had poured everything that he had ever was and ever would be into that kiss. Rachel's eyes had snapped opened and her sense had kicked in, she was trying to pull away from him, but she couldn't and the strange thing was that she didn't want him to stop. Bucky had reluctantly pulled his mouth away from hers, and placing his forehead against his, "We need to talk...'' Came the four words...
(End of chapter 8 of Chance Meeting, please read and review! now i wonder what will happen?)
