innocent

old man

"Cecelia, I'm going to count to three, and your going to have your seatbelt on." He said as she pretended not to hear him.

"One." He said as Cecelia kept her arms crossed as she stared at the road.

"Two." He counted, knowing she was to stubborn.

"Three." He said, she didn't buckle in, and he pressed on the breaks quickly making her go forward.

"Why the fuck did you do that?" She yelled as she caught herself on the dash by her hands.

"Watch your mouth." Bucky said and she looked at him as he pulled over so cars could pass by.

"You almost killed me and your mad that I said fuck? And you say it all the time!" Cecelia exclaimed as Bucky scoffed and shook his head at her immaturity. Well, she was nine, so he couldn't act like he would get much maturity from her.

"Number 1, I was teaching you a lesson, and number 2, I'm an adult." Bucky said as Cecelia started to repeat the word fuck.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She said to agitate him. He reached over and grabbed her seatbelt, and put it over her body and locked it in.

"If you say fuck, or un buckle your seatbelt one more time you are walking to South Carolina." Bucky threatened and Cecelia frowned as he threatened her. She was clearly cranky because she crossed her arms and pouted.

Bucky started to drive again and Cecelia crossed her arms as he drove. "Take a nap, your cranky." He said as Cecelia crossed her arms. She continued to pout as he shook his head at her behavior. Maybe she had the right to be a brat for once. For nine whole years she never cried much, complained, or whined about things. She was always complied.

"Since when are we going to South Carolina?" Cecelia asked as she put her seat back. Bucky sighed making sure her seatbelt was still on.

"It might be the best place right now. It's far away." Bucky said and Cecelia nodded her head. "We'll probably stop somewhere in North Carolina, and then we'll go from there." Bucky said as Cecelia looked up at him. Bucky sighed once again as he adjusted how he was sitting.

"But for now, close your eyes and go to sleep, okay?"

"Okay."

-

"Ow!" Cecelia exclaimed as she woke up to a stinging pain in her head.

"I know, doll, just be still." He said as he rubbed rubbing alcohol on her head. She winced as she felt it stinging. "You're doing great, I just have to put a bandaid on it, then your hand, alright?" Bucky asked and she nodded her head. It was night time, and the car light was on.

"Where are we?" Cecelia asked Bucky who had finished cleaning her wound. He grabbed a needle and sterile thread.

"I thought you had to put a bandaid on it." Cecelia said as Bucky sighed nodded his head.

"I know but it's not gonna heal, and if you don't stitch it, it's going to get infected." Bucky said as Cecelia took a deep breath.

"I remember the last time I got stitches." Cecelia said as Bucky put the needle through, she slightly winced as she looked down at her hand, which he'd wrapped for the moment, just for until he could stitch it up.

"Yeah?" Bucky asked and she almost nodded, but refrained knowing that it could mess something up.

"Doctor Jayda did it for me." Cecelia said as Bucky put another stitch in, making sure the skin closed. "It's the scar on my hip." Cecelia said and Bucky raised his eyebrows. Cecelia lifted her shirt to reveal a big scar over her bone. He looked at it and raised his eyebrows, tracing it with his finger.