had been awful, you were an unsuspecting victim returning home after a long day
at work. The denial you felt was strong at first, when you saw the trail of
clothes moving from the doorway to the bedroom, you wondered why your boyfriend
had thrown clothes all over the floor, and then you wondered why most of the
clothes you didn’t recognise.
any good explorer would, you followed the trail all the way into the bedroom, picking
up the bread crumbs as you went. You didn’t even expect to find your boyfriend
in bed with a woman, but he was there, writhing under the sheets with a woman
underneath him. Your reaction was instant, as soon as you realised exactly what
was going on you were just done. You
slammed the door shut to let him know that you were there and that you’d seen,
and then you made your way out.
threw all the clothes you’d collected back down onto the ground and retrieved
your coat and bag, wondering if you should grab some of your stuff before
leaving for good but you decided against it when he exited the room and made
his way towards you, already crying out excuses that you didn’t want to hear.
you dare,” you practically screeched, running out of the house and into your
car before he could say anything else to you.
only problem was that now you didn’t know where to go, it had always been work
and home for you. You knew you wanted to go somewhere relaxing and public, if
you were allowed yourself to sit alone in a hotel room then you had no doubt in
your mind you’d just cry and stress yourself out even more. And so you drove to
a park, it made the most sense to you. There was something within you that
stopped you from crying in public, it was like trying to stop yourself from
breathing, your body would just deny you that right.
was pretty full, but that was good, the more people the more resistance you had
against those tears that threatened to escape. You found yourself at a bench
that was pretty empty except for a man who had surrounded himself with different
pits of paper, there was a backpack placed beside him which seemed to be filled
with even more papers and notebooks. “Do you mind?” You asked, referring to the
open space beside him.
looked up from his papers, tensing at the sight of you. He was wearing a cap
but you were still able to see his eyes which scanned your body up and down,
once he’d gouged that you were no threat he released a small, “no,” the word so
quiet you were surprised you’d actually managed to hear it.
you.” You placed yourself down, beginning to stare out at the park in front of
you, trying to distract yourself as best you could.
park was nothing like those of the smaller towns. Theirs were miniature formal
gardens for the elderly that had retired there for the quiet life. They had
benches, ornamental trees, flowers year round and water fountains in clear
lakes that were stocked with koi carp. But not here. Not in the big town. Here
a park meant acres of concrete interspersed with neat grass verges. Your park
had rollerblading tracks, tennis courts, basketball courts, water parks and
skate boarder basins. There are vendors with hotdogs and burgers, vendors with
curry and rice, vendors with tacos and sour cream. There’s always music, sometimes clashing with
various sources, none of them official. Your park doesn’t have colour from
roses or asters, but it is more vibrant than any planned garden. And the
countless features of this park kept you pretty entertained, but you couldn’t
hide the grim expression on your face.
had been doing well going through his many memories, he’d taken a moment to
just sit and go through them all and colour code them. Red were the memories
HYDRA had created, yellow was for the memories he was unsure whether or not
they were true, and green was for the memories he was sure of. Today had been a
good day; so far he’d used green more than all the other colours.
now you were sat next to him and he felt himself being distracted, he had to
admit that you were rather beautiful, his heart had skipped a beat when he
first saw you, though he tried to put off that reaction by calling it stupid.
He wasn’t good with emotions, perhaps he used to be, but not anymore.
you’d sat down, he was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of you.
Especially after noticing the sad expression on your face; he released a cough
after a few more minutes, becoming more and more affected by your obvious
distress. “Are-“ he stopped momentarily when you looked at him, suddenly
feeling shy underneath your emotionless gaze. “Are you okay?”
you thought, ‘this is peculiar’. You noticed a stir of emotions in the pit of
your belly, the sadness was stronger there and when he asked this question it just
seemed to hurt you further. “No,” you answered honestly, not knowing how else
to deal with this sudden stranger who seemed to care more about you than your
own fiancé had.
moment of silence passed between the two of you, lasting approximately ten
seconds. It was disrupted when Bucky started to place his papers back into the
backpack by his side, then he stood, looking around the park.
thought that he was going to leave but he remained stood in front of you, eyes
searching around the open area. “Do you want ice cream?” This was the first
thing that came to mind, he wanted to help you, you looked like you could do
with some help and he was determined to act un-winter soldier like. Helping
people was un-winter soldier like, he hoped.
that’s how you met the man that is now your husband, it took a while to
convince yourself to go with the stranger for ice-cream but you were happy you’d
done so. Three years down the line and
here you were, sat on a sofa and wrapped up in his arms. The metal arm took
some use to getting used to, but now it didn’t even matter to you, as far as
you were aware whether the arm was made of metal or skin, it was still a part
had told you to rest seen as you’d been up the previous night feeling sick. You
were pregnant with twins, and you think that’s why you always felt a little
sicker than an average pregnant woman. He’d stayed up all night with you which
meant a lot, but it made you feel a lot of concern for him. Thankfully he’d
fallen asleep as soon as you were placed on the couch with him, some boring
movie playing in the background. You still weren’t able to sleep though, and so
you remained in your position just writing words onto the palm of his open
just finished writing ‘do you want ice cream’ when he seemed to suddenly stir
beneath you. “If I get you ice cream will you finally go to sleep?”
A/N: my brother just taught me that I can use my phone’s wifi on my laptop so I’ve been able to upload this, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to use my date though so bare with me I guess. I won’t be getting any actual wifi in my house until May 6th, thank god I have wifi on my mobile or I might have died.
“Happy anniversary my love! Cheers to many laughs, smiles, travels, coffees, hotel check ins, facetimes.. & all the love and light you’ve brought to my life the past year 😘”
-Coco Ho with Mark McMorris