A BRIEF REUNION
We were rather quiet while on the jet. Steve seemed very different from what i'd grown used to, these last weeks at least. I was right after all; that silly little dream we lived in was now officially over.
Steve wasn't smiling anymore, he wasn't humming those jazz songs he'd hum in my ear every morning to wake me up. He wasn't tapping his fingers on my lower back along to an old song as we danced in the night.
Instead, he was sitting down in his suit- one image i'd almost wiped off my mind, his shield hugging his awfully broad shoulders from behind in perfect accordance. He looked gloom at best.
“We still got two hours to kill”,Sam said all of a sudden,tapping his foot down nervously. “So- what did ya do? Had your fun?”
I raised my eyes to meet his. I was supporting myself against the metallic plaques of the jet, across those two. I knitted my eyebrows, looking as if I was about to chuckle when Steve raised his glance on me.
He smiled, “We certainly did”,he said quietly. “We..danced a lot”.
“Danced?”,Sam repeated the word, looking us both with a hint of disbelief in his eyes. “We danced? As in, her too?”,he pointed at me.
“Why? Got trouble believing it? I'm actually really good, or so does my teacher say”,i hummed.
Steve let a slight chuckle escape his lips. “Yeah.. she's a fast learner, what can I say..”
“Cap, if you're afraid she'll throw walls at you, blink twice. I got you”,he whispered at Steve,whom then laughed.
“And who's gonna get you then?”,I asked, a sly smile on my lips.
Sam pursed his lips, then scratched the back of his head. Nevertheless, he stopped talking.
Steve returned back to the state of no smiling. No laughing, no talking.
I wished this could be the first and last mission. I wish we could actually find Bucky in Deva, or somewhere in Romania at least. I wished Steve could get happy again. My fear being that this would all be fruitless. Pointless.
“I thought Tasha had work to do. How come she's still helping us?”,i asked in honest curiosity.
“Oh,uh..”,Sam shook his head a little,as if to find the right words, “Ya, she's still running around, y'know , patching things up and all. She just happened to get the word out about our dear hundred year old killer machine,so..there's that”.
I mouthed an 'oh',then moved my glance over at the window in the front. It was still in auto pilot,or whatever this thing's called. Sam would only take charge of the jet once we're close enough.
He still wasn't very warm about this entire Bucky thing though. I couldn't really blame him to be honest. Even I myself wasn't too sure about this. Could be that I cut him some slack due to the brainwashing, or the fact that Steve loved him so deeply.
Other than that, if it wasn't for Steve I believe that Sam would be more than glad to turn Bucky in.
If nothing else, I felt truly disconnected from all reality.
I hadn't seen Tony in weeks, even though at first he'd send me a few random texts filled with weird face' images,something he'd call 'emojis' or something. He messed with me a lot.
In the end though, he gradually stopped. Clint never called back other than that first time he did, and Tasha and I hadn't seen each other since that time in the hospital. As far as Thor and the Doctor went, this was a lost cause.
I never believed I'd the one to miss them so greatly.
It was as Reeta had said to me; they will help you grow.
At least it felt nice wearing my battling clothes once again. I'd be lying my ass off if I were to say I didn't miss the thrill of battle. Lately i'd only use my powers to light my smokes, or to open the fridge.
It was rather unsettling.
I'd even missed those dive ins through a jet, when i'd just jump off,pull a piece of the jet and fly down. Those days felt very distant to me now.
“Aight ladies and gentlemen”,Sam's voice echoed from the pilot's seat, “We're about to land; prepare yourselves”.
Tasha was waiting on us; she was wearing a coat filled with fur,a hood around her head with only a few strands of red hair to frame her face. As soon as I got out I gravely regretted the choice to not bring more warm clothes with me. It was freazing cold.
“If it isn't the royal couple”,she yelled to be heard through the jet's turbines as she approached us. “Been a while there. Hasn't it?”
Steve shook his head trying to hide away a small smile. I arched an eyebrow at her.
“You look to be in a good mood”,i noticed.
She raised her shoulders,shook her head a little as she grimaced. “What can I say.. I'd missed working solo,apparently”.
Sam waved at her, unease radiating from his eyes.
“Well”,she huffed out, “what about we go and have a little chat somewhere warmer?”
“What? Got a suite for us Romanoff?”,Steve teased her.
Tasha looked almost offended by that question.
“I didn't miss you that much, Rogers”,she noted as I chuckled.