Author’s Note: I don’t know how many times I’m going to say this, but I am terribly sorry for being gone for so long. But I am glad to be back, I do hope that you guys enjoy this new chapter.
Warning: Sexual Harassment, please do not read if it could be too much to handle
The entirety of the trip was leaving you with your mind reeling and your heart racing. The monster you’ve spent, knowing now it’s actually been almost two months since you’ve stayed with him, had you thinking more ways than one just how mind boggling he made you feel.
Bucky was courteous, kind, and even cracking jokes with you. Never once did he do that while you were imprisoned in the plantation. Sure you were the one cracking the ever terrible jokes, trying to make the best of everything. But you never thought he would make the jokes, nor even smile when you tried to fire back the jokes he made. Though one thing did tug at your mind, one question that shouldn’t even matter.
“How did you even get all of that money?” You looked to him as you stopped near a red light.
“Nothing you need to worry about.” He answered simply while staring ahead out the window. You sighed to yourself, knowing you weren’t going to get any answer from him.
It was quiet for the next few minutes, the coldness of the AC making goosebumps rise on your skin. No music played on the radio, only the soft breathing of both Bucky and yourself filled the car.
From the distance you could see the outline of the mountain. The place that you knew as your prison just awaiting from your ever growing sadness and anger. You knew not to make yourself angry, especially while enclosed in a car with an ex-assassin.
You snuck a look at him, his features strangely calm looking for a man struggling for his past and fighting for his future. Yet you smirked when thinking of a particular joke from within the store.
“So,” you began, Bucky looked at you, “do you think Ann’s got a sister?”
The atmosphere between you and Bucky had changed, the difference wasn’t significantly humongous but it still mattered to you. He wouldn’t glare towards you as often, the stiff posture he held was slightly more relaxed. If you didn’t know any better, it also seemed he started to lose the ever present grimace on his face.
‘Reminder to self, thank George and Ann next time I see them.’
You sighed to yourself, surprisingly somewhat bored with what the day had became. Usually you were content with exploring the halls of the plantation, with an odd shadow shaped like Bucky following you, but today was merely just a day. You couldn’t even entertain yourself with that strange shadow, he was nowhere in sight.
A thought protruded into your head as you wondered up the stairs to go to your room, finally tired of the day growing into night.
‘Where the hell is his room?’
Your eyes ran down the two halls of the plantation, his room had to be somewhere in that hellhole.
‘Was it that locked room?’
To your body’s own accord it moved towards where you knew to be the locked room. As your hand reached for the door, you could feel the determination set and fill your veins. You weregoing to get into that room if it was the last thing you do. With a deep breath, you turned the nob, and with a short gasp you found the door unlocked.
The door creaked loudly as you pushed it open enough for your head to peak through. Bucky was nowhere to be seen within the old room. You knew what you were doing was the exact thing that could get you killed. Yet the curiosity within you made your actions justified for the time being.
Your eyes began to take in everything; from the map hanging on his wall, his clothes piled neatly in the corner. You expected everything to be a wreck, for the bed to be broken, cloths ripped to shreds, for a monsterto have destroyed the room. But no, it was uncommonly neat looking and you couldn’t help but feel ashamed for thinking that it should have been in ruins just because of the things he had done in the past.
