Connections

6: You

I walked around frantically in my apartment in London. I was back in the 1940's. Some how I managed to convince Fury to let me keep coming back. Told him Steve wasn't ready yet and I still needed more time with him. It was lie though. Honestly, we could wake Steve up now and it'd be fine.

A knock on the door stopped me from my hurried movement around the kitchen.

"Just a minute." I yelled from the kitchen. I quickly took the apron off and looked around the room. Thankfully one bedroom apartment, that was only rented out to me for the break, was not a mess. You can only mess up everything if you had stuff here. I had almost nothing. I quickly ran to the door and stopped at the mirror on the wall. I fixed my disheveled mess before opening the door.

On the other side Bucky stood in his military attire with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. I smiled brightly at the handsome man before me. I grabbed the flowers, they were my favorites, lilies.

"You know we've spent the entire week together. You don't have to get me flowers every time." I giggled as I walked back into the room. Bucky stood there in the hallway and took off his hat. He held it in his hands behind his back as his eyes scanned the room.

"Simple. I like it." He answered as he walked in.

"Its temporary. Only until we get back on the field." I answered with a giggle. I quickly walked into the kitchen and began setting things up. I pulled a meatloaf out of the oven, the warm air from it steaming my face.

"Go ahead and sit down." I called behind me. I slowly made two plates for us. I began to look at the meatloaf and noticed it looked sloppy. I took a sharp breath. I'm not a cook. I've never been one to cook. He's going to hate this. I quickly turned around and put a fake smile on my face.

I set the plates down at the table, as Bucky watched my every move. I sat down and grabbed the fork. I didn't dare take a bite though. I watched as Bucky looked down at his plate. His brows furrowed as he stared at the questionable meat. He quickly cleared his throat.

"Looks....delicious." He muttered. I could help but smile to myself. I watched as he cut it and took a big bite. His face scrunched a bit as he tried to chew it.

"Mm..." He said quietly. I could see he forced the food down.

"You hate it." I smiled.

"No no." He replied concerningly. He quickly put more food on his fork. I couldn't help but laugh as he forced himself to eat it. I shook my head as he gave me another fake and quizzical look. I quickly got up and grabbed the plates away. I threw the questionable food in to the trash and walked up to the counter.

"Its fine. I know I'm not a cook." I said as I walked to the counter. I cherry pie sat in the middle. I grabbed it and took the I grabbed two forks from the drawer and turned around.

"Come on, I've got pie." I said as I walked to the couch. To hell with trying to make this a nice romantic dinner. It was a bust so we're going back to casual.

"You baked it?" Bucky as concerningly. I handed him his fork and smiled.

"Don't worry, Solider. I bought it." I laughed.

We both sat on the couch through the rest of the night. The pie sat between us as we took bites in-between stories. It wasn't long before it was half gone. He told me about the time him and Steve went to Coney Island and Steve threw up. I laughed as I set another piece of pie in my mouth.

"God, I love your laugh." Bucky muttered out. He just stared at me with those beautiful blues. I blushed into the fork. How can he be so smooth right now. I pulled the fork out of my mouth as Bucky watched my every movement.

"so Solider. We've got two more days left before we ship off. What's the one thing you want to do before going back into the fight." I asked as I tossed the fork down onto the coffee table.

"You." He answered rather fast. I turned my head as a small sly smirk landed on his face. I couldn't help but leave my mouth open. He said that so casually. I took a sharp breath as he tossed the last of the pie onto the table. I watched as he moved closely, and my breathing picked up.

Slowly he wrapped an arm around my waist as his other hand grabbed my cheek. His face lowered to mine however, his lips hovered. He was paused as if waiting for my permission. I took a deep breath before pressing mine lips onto his. It was a light and soft one.

My eyes fluttered open looking into his eyes. He brought a small smile before crashing is lips onto mine fully.

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I laid in the bed as Bucky slept. His breathing was calm and quiet. I didn't want to fall asleep. I didn't want to wake up back in Shield. This moment, this night was like a dream. I felt my eyes slowly growing heavy. I grabbed Bucky's hand and held onto it tightly. He shifted a bit as I felt him grip on as well. I smiled as I slowly fell asleep looking at him.

This time I dreamed. I dreamed instead of waking up. Images of being trapped in Hydra flashed before me. I was just a kid. They hurt me when I was just a kid. Images of a man sitting in a cell. His face was completely hidden by the shadows, however when I walked by I remember seeing a slight glimmer of a metal arm.

I shot up in my bed trying to catch my breath. My chest moved up and down quickly. I shut my eyes and placed my hands over them. Why now am I remembering that man? I opened them as I realized...my bed is soft. Birds are chirping...why?

"Layla?" I voice called beside me. I turned my head as Bucky sat up slowly in the bed. I looked at him with a shocked and scared expression on my face. I could feel my chest tighten. He seemed to realize the panic on my face. He reached for me but before he could I quickly got out of the bed.

"No...no..." I repeated over and over again as I paced across the room.

"Layla what's going on?" Bucky asked as he stood up.

"Why am I still here? Why? Why am I here?" I muttered to myself. Bucky looked at me confusingly as I paced more. I turned around, with my back faced to him. I shut my eyes as the energy built inside of me. I need to phase back into my body. At least now for a bit. Suddenly, the energy escaped me.

"Oh my god..." I muttered. Bucky quickly grabbed me and turned me around. I began to hyperventilate. I felt the tears begin to well up in my eyes as my body went into full panic mode. Bucky placed his hands on my cheek and forced me to look at him. The look on his face looked more scared then I was.

"Layla, what's going on?" He asked quietly. I looked up at him, realizing now was the time I was going to have to explain. I took took another sharp breath. If I say this then I'll probably lose him. How does someone explain this type of freak out.

"I can't go back." I said quietly.