Word count: 2349
Warnings: fighting, language, talk of past trauma/events, sadness, anger,
Languages: English (CA & US Mixed) and Russian
Josie's pov
July 19th 2018 - 12:30am
It's currently 12:30am and just a couple of minutes ago I was called down from my bedroom by Tony to meet him in conference room three. And that's exactly where I am now. Tony walked into the room with a large file in hand. He placed it on the table right in front of me and I opened it to see a mission file. He walked over to his usual seat and sat down and put his legs up on the table.
I gave him a look and he put his feet down and sat up like and adult should. He looked at me worriedly and hesitated to speak up about the mission he had just presented to me.
After a couple of minutes he spoke up and said... "Josie you have a mission. It's under cover in Paris, France you leave tomorrow. It should be about 6 months long, that's the file on the mission." Tony explained to me in one breath as he also played with his hands.
"Okay, when do I leave?" I asked not caring that I have a long mission.
"Wow, I'm surprised that your not protesting and you leave tomorrow morning at 10:00am." He said then got up and walked over to me and sat on the table right in front of me..
"Well, it's kinda my job. I guess I'll see you in the morning. I should go. I need to get my things ready for the morning." I said then he stood up once more and walked over to the door and smiled before he left the room.
I soon stood up and left the room with the thick file in hand. I walked through the compound, down the hall and I was finally back to my room. When I walked in I put the file down on my desk and walked to my closet and took out some bags. I took out all my favorite clothes and placed them in my bags. I took some of my favorite books and some that were unread.
I took out my shoes and placed them in a bags. I packed some jewelry, some accessories, personal things, toiletries, some small bags for everyday stuff, weapons - guns, knives and more - I grabbed other things and I was soon done packing. Once I was done I put everything to the side and went to sleep early.
July 19th 2018 - 09:30am
The next morning I got out of bed and put on some comfortable clothes, brushed my hair and teeth then packed some last minute things then made my way to my door with all my bags in hand or by my side. I was about to reach for the handle then stopped myself when I heard two people walking together in the hall as they talked.
I waited until they had walked away and either were now in their rooms or somewhere I wasn't going to be. I didn't like to make a fuss when I would leave for a long mission. I waited a minute or so after I last heard their voices, then I left my room with all my bags. I made my way to the plane and soon left without talking to anyone.
My mine kept going to the person on other side of the door, one was an avenger the other I didn't recognize, yet. But my thought kept going to this mysterious person. For some reason I wanted to know who they were, but that would have to wait 6 months.
Bucky's pov
Steve and I walked through the compound, he was showing me around and introducing me to everyone. He showed me were the gym, kitchen, living room, dinning room, weapons room was, he also showed where the shooting range was. He showed me the med bay, swimming pool, parking garage, screening room/movie room, offices, conference rooms, Tony's office, library, storage rooms, laundry, supply closets and where my office was.
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