Entwined | Bucky Barnes *On Hold*

Chapter Thirteen

~Amelies POV~

"So you two have the place to yourselves," I smiled over D'Arcys head at David and River who were stood by the fridge. "Help yourself to dinner, Tony offered us to stay at the Tower for the night. Are you sure you both don't want to come?"

David and River shared a glance with one another, before David sighed. "Amelie, I really want to but Grandad... after I'm finished at the hospital I'll see if I can get to the Tower. Did you say it has a translator for Owen?"

I smirked, remembering how I'd discussed D'Arcy and Owens disabilities with Tony, meaning they'd need assistance with communicating with the Avengers this afternoon, and he'd set up JARVIS with subtitles and a sign to speech setting where he would automatically translate their signing.

"It's all set up." I smiled, unwinding D'Arcys last plait from its hair bobble. She passed me her hairbrush, before twisting around to face the wall again. I brushed through the delicate curls to create a frizzing mane of tangled and knotted hair, and she couldn't have been more delighted. I pecked her cheek, "go and put your costume on darling."

"Will Owen like it?" River whispered to David.

He shrugged, and sipped on his drink. "We've celebrated Halloween before, but normally it's just a single carved pumpkin, a bag of sweets and a cartoon on the TV." He looked a little embarrassed, "I'm not a Halloween guy. Our Mum said she'd take him out when he was old enough, but-"

He cut himself off, and the room settled into somber spirits. I tapped my foot on the floor as I thought of something to say.

Surprisingly, River beat me to it. "I only went out once, when I was little," she murmured, "I dressed as Cinderella, and my mum pinned my hair into this up-do with a crown and wand."

David beamed at her, genuinely interested with her short story, and I swore I could see love in his eyes. I felt frustrated at seeing them so close to falling in love: they were soulmates after all, but Bucky had sworn me to secrecy, so I couldn't tell them.

Owen traipsed into the room, dressed in a beige suit with a cardboard weather map stuck to his shoulders. My lips quirked up at the costume David had made during the week, after Owen had confessed he wanted to go trick or treating dressed as his favourite weatherman.

Owen had been bullied for a lot of his childhood, it turns out. Half the class loved him, and didn't care that he couldn't hear them, but the other half were raised with parents who thrived on hatred, and felt the need to inflict pain on him for being different.

Because of this, David had told me he promised to make Owen as happy as he could, without making him a spoilt child. He was only 20 himself, and I could see the tiredness surrounding him as he bent down to straighten the tie tucked into Owens jacket. Maybe it would do him good to stay in an empty house for the night, with no worries to keep him awake.

"You ready doll?" Bucky walked into the room, dressed in Belles yellow dress from Beauty and the Beast. We let D'Arcy pick our costumes, and Bucky didn't complain when he was assigned the role of playing the princess. He even tied the top half of his hair back, and wore a pair of black leggings under the shortened skirt.

I was happier with my choice of Sully from Monsters Inc, and stood up, wearing the fluffy onesie I'd ordered online. It was incredibly comfortable, and I danced across the room in it. "I was born ready." I grinned. "Come on princess."

He rolled his eyes, but leant down and pecked my nose before glancing at the two stood in the corner of the room. "Pizza menus are in the top drawer above the bin."

"Got it," David nodded. "Thank you for taking Owen with you."

"Nonsense," Bucky waved his hand, "we'll always take him."