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fangorling · 5 years ago

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Peaches Part Two

Here’s part two of the peaches Bucky Barnes series!

You can read part one here,

Part One

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To say the week following meeting Bucky was a disaster would be an understatement. I don't know if the rejection from him put me in a funk or it was all my bad karma finally coming after me.

The shelter was chaos after someone abandoned a very pregnant lab mix. She was malnourished completely filthy, covered in dirt and sores. How she was able to not lose her babies with her health the way it was is beyond me. The cutie ended up giving birth to eight, yes EIGHT! Puppies the day after being left with us. Sadly, we were already struggling with the lack of space and resources before her and now we got 9 new bodies to take care of. On top of that, the adoption event I had been working on for the end of the month, which is two weeks away, our location fell through. Now I need to find a new place last minute, which is a struggle within itself, but it needs to allow all of our adoptable pets, which is close to a hundred, into the location. Talk about mission freaking impossible.

The cherry on top of my week from hell, my car was starting to act up and drive funky. I know nothing about cars and my budget is not going to allow me to take it into a repair shop, just to have them screw me over for the labor.

On the bright side, I had brand new puppies to play with and we were experiencing heavy-duty thunderstorms in the area, which is my calming kind of weather. Thunder did something to me, and no Thor isn't my favorite avenger. Hawkeye was the swoon-worthy man hunk, in an unrealistic way. No way would I ever meet or be up to standards for an avenger.

I had just gotten to the stoplight a block away from the diner when a crash that I had thought was just a strong wave of thunder hit my ears. But then the force of the car behind me actually hit me, followed by the force of the airbag. I coughed on the dust produced from the release of the airbags. I tried working through the buzz in my head and ears, checking on the car behind me.

She was a young girl, probably still in high school. Her hands were on her head and she stared down in shock at her steering wheel. As if it's the one that caused her car to hit mine and sandwich me into the car in front of me. I looked ahead at the truck I had played deadly bumper cars with to see the owner leaving his vehicle to look at the damage.

I decided I needed to get out in the rain and start solving this new problem that was now dropped into my lap. Taking my keys out of the ignition and opening my door.

I walked towards the guy that was looking at the damage done to his bumper asking if he was alright.

"Yeah, I'm good and it looks like my trucks fine. But my hitch mangled your car. You good?" He met my eyes and looked over my body for any injury as sirens could be heard approaching from afar.

I looked back towards the girl that had caused the accident to see her hands covering her face, body shaking with sobs.

I met the man's face, taking in his suit and tie and nodded, "Yeah I'm good. I'm going to go check on her though. Will you talk to the cops when they get here and I'll join you once I get her settled down?" I could feel the rain soaking my clothes and immediately felt bad for this man's nice clothes getting ruined in this rain. He furrowed his brows as he looked back at her before nodding and walking to go around the front of his truck to the sidewalk.

I made my way towards the girl, deciding I should get out of the way of oncoming traffic and swung around the back of her car before tapping on the passenger window. She brought her head up from her hands, meeting my eyes with a look of panic. She had short blonde hair styled in a bob, and her features reminded me of the fairy stickers I had as a kid.

I gave her a comforting smile and little wave before pointing at her door and shouting over the metal and rain, "Can I come in?"

She turned her head away from me and pressed down on a button that produced a soft click. I quickly ducked into her car and out of the rain, turning my body to face her. She was letting out soft whimpers to the sobs she was holding in and wiped at the continuous flow of tears.

She kept her face downturned as she murmured a soft, "I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I was trying to change the station and all of a sudden you were there and I hit you. I'm sorry are you okay?" She looked over at me and chocked on a mix of air and a sob.

"Everyone is okay." I pointed towards her keys, "Can I shut your engine off?" I slowly extended my hand towards her keys, waiting for a reply. She gave me a small nod and it was all I needed to take the keys out and gently place them in her hand.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" I brought a comforting hand to her shoulder. I wasn't the best at comfort but Olivia had done the same to me on my bad days and it usually helped sooth something.

She nodded and hickuped on a sob again.

"We don't need to worry about calling the cops, they're already here," I stated pointing ahead at the truck owner talking with some cops with his arms folded and head bobbing as an officer spoke, "Do you need me to call anyone for you?" I looked over at her as she wrapped an arm around herself.

I watched as she tried to catch her breath. I knew the feeling and signs that came with panic attacks and saw her teetering on that edge just before the free fall of numbing limbs and loud thoughts.

"I need you to do me a favor." I said softly as she turned towards my voice, "I want you to just take some deep breaths with me. Is that okay?" I asked and I turned my body completely towards her. She nodded and I gave her a small smile. "Okay, deep breath in," I exaggerate my inhale for her to follow. I counted to three to myself before telling her to slowly exhale. We did that a few times before she started to relax.

"What's your name?" I asked having her jade eyes meet mine.

"Ella." It was the first smile I had gotten from her the whole 10 minutes I had been in her car.

I smiled back at her, "Well Ella, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm going to go out there and help get things sorted out, you take your time joining us. Okay?" I brought my hand to the door handle, trying to prepare myself for the unwanted cold shower I was about to receive.

Before I was able to fully open the door, the pressure on my arm stopped me. I looked at the source to see Ella gently holding my arm, I met her gaze.

"Thank you." She gave me a reserved smile and my arm a final squeeze before she grabbed her phone and started dialing a number.

I hoped out of her car and ran towards the cops and the truck owner, hoping this wouldn't take too long to get resolved and cleaned up.

Two hours. It took two hours for us to get our statements put in, to get mine and Ella's cars towed and for the EMT to okay me as not needing to be rushed to the hospital or dying.

It was nearing 8:30 and there was no way I was missing out on my pie after the week and day I've had.

After walking the final block to the diner, I was sore and more than ready to sit down. The door chimed, announcing my arrival and was immediately pulled into a bone-crushing hug from Olivia. Before she pulled me away at arm's length, "Where in god's name have you been and why are you soaking wet?" She gave my arm a gentle smack before turning me in her arms and studying me.

"I got in a car accident on my way here. My car is for sure totaled, so that's cool." I replied sarcastically while bringing a hand to rub the back of my neck, hoping to release some of the tension held there.

"A car crash?!" Olivia screeched, "Are you okay? Why aren't you at a hospital?" She grabbed my face and started turning it about searching for any signs of damage that wasn't there.

I softly pulled her hands off my face, "Liv, I'm fine, everyone was okay and an EMT already checked me and said I was fine." I brought her hands down between us before letting them go. "He just said I'll be pretty sore tomorrow because of the jarring of the crash."

"Hot chocolate with your pie today?" Olivia asked. She knew I preferred hot cocoa on bad days and could always tell when those days occurred without me ever saying anything. Like the days I would come in after saying my final goodbye to one of my furry little buckets of sunshine, Or the time's animals didn't make it in the shelter or the time I tried to go on a date and the guy stood me up. Today was a hot cocoa kind of day.

I met her eyes and gave her an appreciative smile, "Yes please, I think I might get some food today."

"I'm grabbing you a towel too. I bet you're completely frozen!" Olivia went to turn away before she stopped herself and gave me a Cheshire cat grin, "I forgot, someone, is waiting for you in your booth." I gave her a confused look and she returned it with a wink before smirking and walking away to the kitchen.

I turned to make my way to the booth with a curiosity of who it could be that would wait for me. My body completely froze when my eyes met Bucky's.

He had his hands clasped atop the table, his hair was down today and brushed at his shoulders. The grey long sleeve flannel did nothing to hide his muscles that he had.

He watched me study him for a moment before standing up with his jacket as he approached me. He had the expression of a kicked puppy. I tried to get my body to move or get myself to speak, to do anything really, but I was stuck in place as he came up to me. I had genuinely thought I would never see him again, but here he was. Looking more handsome than I remembered.

When he finally stood less than 2 feet from me, he met my eyes and opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He only furrowed his brows as he studied me. Clearing his throat and glancing down at the jacket in his hands, he brought it up and opened it for me to put on. "Here, you look pretty cold." He glanced back up at me with a pleading expression.

My eyes bounced between him and the offered fabric before finally meeting Bucky's. "I don't want to soak your jacket, Bucky. Thank you though." His face crumbled into a look of desperation.

"Doll, please. I don't mind." When he couldn't see a change in my demeanor he shifted slightly on his feet before starting again, "please for my peace of mind, use my jacket and come sit with me. I'd really like to talk to you." His focus went down to his shoes, jacket still held open. I heard my name softly leave his lips before he looked up at me again.

"We were worried sick about you." He searched my face before meeting my eyes. "I thought you were just avoiding me at first, but after Liv told me you weren't that kind of person and nothing would keep you from your pie, me included. She started getting really worried, Doll. Which made me worried something pretty bad had to of happened and-" I stopped his talking by starting to move my arms into his, still extended, jacket.

His eyes met mine as he helped me get my left arm situated and my hair pulled out from beneath the hood. I welcomed the warmth and comforting smell that could only be Bucky as I wrapped the jacket tighter around myself. I kept my focus on him as I made my way towards the booth, as a silent invitation.

We both sat in the same spots as last week. Just as we finished silently getting settled, Olivia set my hot cocoa down in front of me along with a clean dish towel.

"Are you sure you shouldn't have gone to a doctor?" Olivia looked down at me, the same look of concern my mother used to give me when I'd excitedly tell her about a tree I climbed without permission when I was a kid.

"Yes!" I rolled my eyes at her concern, "The guy who checked me out said I was lucky I didn't have anything wrong with my airbags going off and to just expect a stiff neck and sore muscles in the morning."

"Your airbags went off?" Olivia gave me a look of shock, rage, and concern.

"I'm fine! Liv, I promise." She looked from me over to Bucky, as they seemed to have a silent conversation about if they were going to believe me or not. "Guys!" I brought their focus back to me, "I'm honestly fine. Sore? Yes. Stressed? Absolutely! If I sporadically start developing some physical issues, I'll let you dramatically rush me to the E.R. But for now, I just really want some of your warm chili." I gave Liv a pleading look to drop the subject and help me out with some comfort food.

"Sour cream and cheese on top?" She asked while still searching my face.

"You read my mind. Thank you, Liv. I appreciate you." I softly spoke while fighting the urge to start massaging the headache that was starting to get more intense. For all I knew that would be all they needed to validate a trip to the doctor.

Olivia moved herself to stand beside me, facing Bucky and asking him if he wanted anything while rubbing her hand in soothing circles on my upper back.

"Another burger sounds perfect and a refill if you don't find." He asked while looking towards his almost empty glass I hadn't noticed when we sat down.

"Of course, baby. No worries." She gave my back two gentle pats before walking away.

I grabbed the cloth from the table to start trying to help absorb some of the moisture in my hair as Bucky was reaching into his pockets, pulling out a very expensive looking iPhone.

I looked down at the phone, eyes wide, before glaring up at him. "I thought you said you didn't have a phone." Lips pursed as I used to towel to ring out my hair.

He let out an uncomfortable laugh, "I didn't at the time. I refused to even have one because I didn't think I'd ever need one. Turns out I was wrong. Watching you drive away without knowing if I'd be able to talk to ya again. Plus knowing it was the part of why you were upset with me helped change my mind too." He looked down at the phone with guilt evident on his face, "I got this thing the next day and hoped that I hadn't run you off from this diner so I could see you again." His eyes met mine before sliding the phone towards me.

"I'm going to need your help with this thing. It's the equivalent to a space ship to me," He smiled to himself like he shared a private joke I wasn't in on, "I tried asking my pal Steve for help but he's just as clueless as I am and Tony said this thing was the only thing I could get." He shook his head and laughed as he waited for me to take the phone.

I gave him a tight-lipped glance before looking down at the phone, "So it wasn't a lie to avoid talking to me?" My arms folded in front of myself, protecting me from my discomfort.

A look of compassion filled his face, "Couse not, Doll. I wouldn't be here if that was the case. Or waited two for you to get here." His right arm came upon the table, extending towards me. He looked down at it like he hadn't been the one to move the limb, before moving it back to his lap beneath the table, looking almost embarrassed.

Letting out a quiet huff, I grabbed the phone and was pleasantly surprised to find it open to the home page immediately without a password and quickly entered my contact information, adding in a cat and dog emoji just for fun before handing it back over to him.

I squinted my eyes at him in a teasing manner, "I guess you make some fair points. I have been known to jump to conclusions." Olivia set a new glass of coke down for Bucky and water in front of me.

She scoffed at me, "That's an understatement. You expect the worst from just about everybody new to you." She gave Bucky an exasperated look, shaking her head before grabbing the damp cloth I had used to dry off from the table.

I rolled my eyes at her, "That's not true." I looked over at Bucky to see him holding back a smile, "Besides, no one asked you." I looked back at Olivia and stuck my tongue out at her before grabbing my hot cocoa and stealing a small sip.

Olivia just chuckled to herself before turning to leave the table. "Your food should be out soon." She called over her shoulder as she walked.

My gaze met Bucky's as he quietly studied me before speaking. "I know this is going to sound terrible but I'm glad you weren't avoiding and that you're okay."

I gave him a look of mocked shock, lifting my hand to hold over my heart, "You mean to tell me that you're glad I wrecked my car and that's why I was late, instead of trying to avoid you." I let out a little laugh and brought my hands to the table to grasp my warm mug. Bucky's eyes got wide and lifted his hands, clearly misunderstanding my sarcasm.

"No not at-" Bucky rushed out before I quickly cut him off.

"I'm kidding!" I said while pulling Bucky's jacket tighter to keep the chill out that had started to creep around me, and trying to steal a small sniff of the scent I was starting to grow fond of.

Bucky gave me a playful glare.

"Besides, I should be the one apologizing for storming off like an overdramatic deva." I playfully rolled my eyes at myself, causing Bucky to let out a quiet chuckle.

We shared a moment of silence before Bucky brought both our attention to his phone still waiting on the table. "Okay so how exactly do I work this thing?" Bucky grabbed and started flipping and examining the phone, a look of pure confusion on his face.

"It'll just be easier if I show you. I'd move towards you, but I'm not going to lie, I'm already pretty sore. Can you come to my side of the booth?" I started to gently slide myself closer to the wall.

A look of concern took over his face, "Sure. You need anything?" He studied my face for any signs of distress as he stood from the booth and moved towards my side.

I shook my head at his concern as I grabbed my water and mug to move closer to my end of the table. "I'm fine. Cross my heart." I looked up at him and marked an X above my chest while raising the other hand.

As he settled into the booth, he handed his phone over to me. "You really never have had a phone before?" I asked while turning my body towards him, "You aren't just trying to make a comeback after your completely unbelievable excuse?" I asked with raised brows and took the phone from his outstretched hand.

"No, Doll. This is my first phone and I wouldn't lie to ya." Bucky shook his head at me before reaching over to bring his coke closer. He looked back over at me before getting lost in deep thought. He spoke but seemed to be choosing his words very carefully, "I wasn't able to have one or needed one. I guess things for me would be considered old fashioned." He brought a hand up to scratch his beard, at his jawline before using it to point at the phone resting in my hand. "So how do I do this whole phone thing." Bucky looked into my eyes expectantly.

"Well, what do you know how to do so far?" I asked while setting the phone between us on top of the table, his eyes following my movements.

"Turn the screen on." He stated slowly and gaged my reaction.

My face, I'm sure, was pure shock. Eyes wide and jaw dropped, "Okay…" I gave him a quizzical look before continuing, "You sure you aren't messing with me?" I leaned back from him so I could study his body movements as he answered.

"I'm not." He let out a soft snicker at my reaction before holding up his hands in a scout's salute, "Scouts honor."

I pursed my lips at him, "Were you really a boy scout?" I crossed my arms over my chest and awaited his reply.

Bucky's smile quickly dropped and his gaze became unfocused before he spoke so softly, I almost missed it, "I think so." Pulling his eyebrows together in consideration before meeting my gaze. "My memory can be spotty at times." He glared down at his hands that were resting on the table intertwined.

I brought my head down so he'd meet my gaze, "From the PTSD?" Trying to keep pity off my face and out of my voice. I understood how badly and how helpless you could feel being on the receiving end of pity.

He cleared his throat, covering his mouth with his hand and gently moving his palm back and forth on his lips in an almost self-soothing manner before looking deeply into my eyes, like he was searching for something in them. I could feel my heartbeat quicken its pace from the intensity of his stare. I felt myself drowning in the deep pools of Caribbean waters within his eyes.

He must have found what he was looking for because he blinked a few times like he was leaving a trance and looked away from me while also removing the hand that had still been resting upon his mouth. Dragging it from his mouth to rest at the back of his neck. He looked away from me and gave a sharp nod verifying my question.

Deciding it would be best to change the subject, mostly because the look of sorrow on his face was too much for me to bare. I grabbed the phone and softly nudged his shoulder with mine. He had to be all muscle because it was like bumping into a brick wall.

"Let's start with the basics. Calls and texting." I gave him a beaming smile while unlocking his phone.

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