Chapter 39
My head felt awfully heavy;
Steve would always be the first one to wake me,whilst I ,gulping the painkillers down like candy due to my recent injuries, was always sleepy. No amount of sleep was ever enough, and each time I opened my eyes I felt more tired than when I first closed them.
I took a moment, adjusted my eyes a little to the light coming from the window. Steve would always keep the blinds closed, keeping me in mind, but it was too shiny, the light still found it's way inside.
The warmth coming from the sheets was enough to make me wanna stay in a little longer; it was a warm morning.
“Good morning”.
He seemed to appear out of nowhere, sat on the corner of the bed and kissed me. My eyes remained closed as he slowly pulled away, though a smile was visible on my lips.
“You seem cheerful”,he chuckled.
“Mhm. Did you make any coffee?”
Steve stood up again, as if he was in a rush. He said something, but as he had already left the room, it was impossible for me to hear. I guessed the answer was yes. He'd always make me coffee.
I scratched my head a little, then got up. At last.
Oddly enough, as soon as I placed my foot on the wooden floor I felt more vibrations than usually. It seemed like we had company, as if there were more people in the living room than just Steve.
Never minding to put actual clothes, I walked further inside with just my pajamas. Which was a euphemism for a plain old jumpsuit of Steve's I'd put my hand on.
“Oh. Hey- you good Pearse?”,Sam asked in a loud voice, a bright smile on his lips.
“He- hey. Yes, i'm.. fine. How about you?”,i spoke a little too quickly, rushed over some nervousness.
Sam and Steve were already talking about something when I first came in the living room, then suddenly stopped as Sam came to greet me. He put a hand on my shoulder, my confused glance following his movements.
“Good. Good, very good”,he said.
“Aight, what's goin' on?”,i finally asked, crossing my hands against my chest.
They both looked at me like a couple of children ready to get scolded. I sighed and closed my eyes, foreshadowing a headache on the way. Steve stood up and passed me a cup of warm coffee. I took a sip,then went ahead to sit down on a chair as I waited for them to explain themselves.
“We got a lead”,Sam was the first one to speak.
“Elaborate”.
“It's about Bucky”,Steve answered instead of him. “Nat sent out word that a source of hers got a lead on the Winter Soldier somewhere in Romania”.
I impulsively huffed out air; I didn't think about it, it was merely my first instinct. I mentally slapped my self; why would that be bad news,i wondered. Perhaps i'd grown a tad too soft these past few weeks.
Steve and I both shared a look; both our eyes seemed to feel awfully tired, filled with newly found faint wrinkles all around them. Narrowed, exhausted.
It seemed as if,for a second, we both thought of the exact same thing. We both thought that this vacation, this extremely sweet and happy honeymoon we'd been in for those few weeks was finally coming to an end. An end we both ultimately forgot about somewhere along the way.
I stood up, feeling some remnant stitches stretch a little on my side. Steve moved quickly to check me out, see if I needed help standing up, but I motioned my head to a no.
“Well then, what's our plan?”
Sam knitted his eyebrows together, eyed me for a good second. “You sure? I mean, you still look pretty fucked up. Maybe we should-”
“I'm fine birdie. Just tell me the plan”.
Sam closed his mouth quickly; he sighed and scratched his neck as he thought about it for a few moments.
“We gonna meet Natasha in Deva, in three days”,he said quietly.
“Does Stark know about this?”,i then asked for some reason.
“No. I didn't think it.. I'm not going to drag anyone else in this Pers..”
I pulled my lips to a grimace, then got my pack from a drawer under the table. Got a smoke out, and lit it up with the tip of my thumb. Steve raised his eyebrows at me,and smiled teasingly.
“You said you'd quit”,he said softly.
I took a puff,then spoke, “ I also said I'm gonna learn Korean”.
Steve chuckled and shook his head before turning back to Sam. He put his hand on Sam's shoulder.
“I still got some strings left. I'll make sure we get a jet”,he assured him.
“Don't tell me”,Sam chuckled. “I already got a ride, jet or no jet”.
I rolled my eyes, though couldn't hold back a chortle. “Of course...”
I placed my head on top of Steve's shoulders, my eyes wondering a little. He brushed his fingers against my arm's skin, his touch soft and gentle. It was nice. It was warm.
But we still had work to do.