Chapter 9
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“Steve, what's wrong with, Bucky?" you whispered.
After a minute of no response, you looked up at the supersoldier you were leaning on. The Captain was staring blankly at the television screen. Everyone except for you, him, and Daemon had fallen asleep an hour ago after watching all the Home Alones. At that point, Steve, put on The Rescuers with a small smug smile and watched, Daemon, fall asleep.
“It bores the crap out of him," was the only answer, Steve, gave.
You shook the blond's shoulder and he snapped of his self induced trance with a shake of his head.
“Sorry, what?" he asked.
“Is, Bucky, okay? We ran into some mistletoe and kissed, then he took off," you explained.
Steve looked sadder than usual, wearing the concentrated look of talking mentally with his soul mate before shrugging. You frowned.
“Steve, what are you and Bucky hiding?"
“I dunno why don't you ask him?"
“If you haven't noticed he's not here right now!" you argued, “And you're the closest thing to him so."
“Sorry," he shrugged again, “Can't help ya."
He turned his attention back to the movie and you gritted your teeth. How are you guys supposed to be a team if none of you talk to each other?
“Steven, I-!" you began.
“Li-!"
The Captain had whipped his head around with a scowl, ready to argue, but froze when he realized his error. You softened. Steve shut down and sunk further into the couch.
“Steve," you soothed, “I'm going upstairs. Want to come with?"
He realized what you were trying to imply and nodded. You two quietly got up and went up to your brother's room where you hopefully would find out more about his fiance.
“Didn't, Travy, think it was weird that, Daemon, doesn't carry anything sentimental with him?" you thought out loud, “I mean I know they're a ways from home, but, Travis, at least carries a picture in his wallet!"
You scowled over at the blond supersoldier who was just watching out as you go through your future brother in law's stuff. He just shrugged.
“It's like he said at dinner. The family hates each other."
You opened your mouth but quickly closed it, mentally slapping yourself. Why were you going through the trouble of searching for what could bring your brother to his senses and call off the wedding, when you can ask a direct source?
“Steve," you asked carefully, “Could you tell me more?"
The Captain's hand on the wall curled into a fist for a moment before he sighed.
“What do you want to know?"