MODERN AU || ON HOLD
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Afghan Vet Bucky Barnes lost pieces of his mind and body in the war, and returning to modern day life isn't something that he's found easy. With PTSD that lingers in every corner of his mind, adjusting to life is easier...
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THE ROOM was warm when I walked in and the door dropped onto my shoulder. I heard the familiar sound of the television playing - some old soap opera show. Bucky followed closely behind me and I locked the door after we were both inside.
"My grandparents are home, come on, I'll introduce you." The living room was just off the small entrance way and I dropped my coat on the small table. "Babu, gramps, I'm home," I called out to them.
They were both sitting on the couch. My grandmother was knitting while my grandfather was reading the newspaper - from which decade, I wasn't so sure. He had a terrible habit of collecting newspapers and as his brain goes, he rereads them often. Pippin was sitting between them but at the sound of my voice, he trotted over with a happy tail.
"Pippin!" I cooed, scooping up the dog and cradling her in my arms. She immediately attacked my face with kisses and I laughed. "This is Pippin, Bucky. The love of my life." I told him.
"Oh, I didn't know you were bringing someone home." My grandmother said as she stood. "You should've told me, I would've put the kettle on."
I set the dog down and looked back at Bucky for a moment. "That's okay, we're just going to have some coffee. It's brick outside." I said. "This is my friend Bucky.
"It's nice to meet you, sweetheart," Babu said. She gave Bucky a hug that was unwanted on the man's part, but I noticed the way calm way he went about it. "And where did you two meet?"
"We met at the VA," I said. "He's also one of Steve's friends, you know, the guy that Natasha is dating?"
Her eyes widened with recognition and she nodded, "Alright, well, I hope that you guys enjoy your coffee. I will be here. I'm watching my soaps." She said.
After that, I led Bucky down the short hallway and into the kitchen. Afternoon sunlight streamed in through the windows so I left the lights off and went to the counter, starting to get ready to make some coffee.
The kitchen was on the messier side, something that was a rarity with my grandmother. She kept a neat house. There were some dirty dishes in the sink and crumbs along the counter. That meant my grandfather had come in and made a mess, my grandmother must not have come in yet. She was always cleaning up after him.
I sighed, pressed the brew button, and then went to the sink. "You can sit at the table. Are you hungry?" The water rushed out of the faucet and I quickly worked at washing the few dishes.
"Oh, no, I'm okay." He said, watchful blue eyes on me. I felt the back of my neck heat up a little at the intensity of his blue eyes.
The coffee was ready by the time I finished washing the few dishes, and after a small conversation about the way he liked his coffee - black - I sat down at the table across from him. I put a plate of cookies that my grandmother must have made either today or yesterday in front of him.
