Bucky has been missing for five years. The other Avengers have finally found him but he has a few new surprises.
I suck at summaries and what not.
Civil War didn't happen and neither is Infinity War.
"Are you sure we're at the right place?" I rolled my eyes and answered, "Yes, of course." The team and I have been looking for Bucky for two years now. He said he needed time to recover and we gave him time but now I was getting worried. He has been gone for 5 years. We pull up on the other side of the road, in front of a decent sized, two-story house with a gate in the backyard and a small garden in the front.
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(Let's imagine that there is a gate in the backyard.)
I glanced at the others, confused about why he would need such a large house for himself. We parked and stumbled out and up to the front door. I cautiously knocked on the door. I heard a small crash coming from inside, a muffled curse, and a man yelling, "Give me a minute! Or two!"
I stepped back a bit. The door swung open and there stood Bucky, my old friend. He saw me and smiled. Actually smiled! He gestured us inside, wiping his hands on a dirty rag. "Come in! You can follow that hallway to the living room. Would you like anything to drink?" Nobody nodded, they just followed the instructions. He led us to his living room.
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The living room was very nice, the only flaw was the pile of toys scattered by the middle table and a box of other toys in a corner. Bucky rubbed his neck sheepishly and apologized. "Sorry about the mess. Summer forgot to pick up after herself before she and Ava went to get groceries."
We all stared. He noticed our staring. "What? I know this isn't the cleanest house but still..." He trailed off and realized what we were in shock about. "Oh... you mean Summer and Ava. Well-" Before he could finish, a little girl's voice yelled, "Daddy!" A small body followed the voice. The girl couldn't have been older than six, with curly blonde hair and emerald green eyes. An older woman's voice called out, "Honey! We're home!"
A/N Hi! Sooooo...this my first book to ever publish so I hope some people will appreciate what I write. I don't know how often I will update but I will try to as soon as I can. Thanks to anyone who takes time to read this!
