THE FADING FALLEN ● Bucky Barnes X OC ● 18+ ● ENGLISH [COMPLETE]

Chapter 37

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For the last hundred yards to the car, Emilia stayed silent.

Quite the opposite of Bucky, who must have found his voice since the blip. He tried to get anything out of her. But she didn't say a single word.

Sam and Zemo just looked at each other questioningly, not knowing what had happened. They kept their voices quiet, too, as neither of them wanted to heat up the tense atmosphere any more. 

"I didn't know you were so good at the silent game too, Miss Dolittle! Otherwise, you always have something to say, don't you?"

Bucky was angry. And worried. He knew well enough from himself how unwilling people were to talk about things that caused pain and anguish. And yet, he had learned from his many sessions with Dr. Raynor the past few months that it didn't always have to be bad to say something.

Arriving at the rusty little car, Emilia opened the trunk. Shortly thereafter, the shabby Nissan transformed into an immaculately maintained classic car.

Not only Zemo and Sam, who stood next to it, were astonished. Bucky, who forgot for a fleeting moment his frustration at her unusually quiet demeanor, was as well.

It moved even further into the background as he observed out of the corner of his eye what was happening behind the trunk lid.

Emilia rummaged around a bit and pulled out some clothes. As her head popped out from behind, she carelessly wiped the garish lipstick from her face with a tissue.

She started to get rid of the knee-high boots, followed by the black miniskirt and the tight, much too short top.

Standing half-naked in front of her companions, she didn't care as she calmly slipped into her jeans and boots.

Velvet, with the help of her alter ego, had left a bitter aftertaste in regard to Emilia's inhibitions about her own body.

Over her black push-up bra, she pulled on a thin light gray turtleneck sweater. The faux fur jacket, which reminded Sam of a jaundiced Chewbacca, she exchanged for one made of leather.

Instantly, she felt more like a human being again and not a piece of meat being ogled from top to bottom - even if the looks from Sam and Zemo told her something different.

"What's the matter?" Her threatening question made their heads snap in another direction like caught children.

Only Bucky held her gaze. His astonishment at her unapologetic and shameless behavior once again gave way to jealousy and incomprehension, mixed with a grump that showed in his tense features.

It made him angry that she was acting this way. He just didn't know Emilia like that, and the feeling somehow scared him along with it.

So did the thought of what he could catch on her belly despite the dim street lighting just moments before.

Besides the small scar that would always remind him of the day he almost lost Emilia, another one appeared. He wondered where this one came from. It wasn't from the fight against Thanos, that he could say for sure.

As she closed the trunk, Bucky watched her get in with a certain sense of longing.

And he hoped that she would eventually tell him what on earth was going on with her.

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Emilia steered the Mustang out of the city and into a more isolated industrial district. There wasn't much to see of industry here, though... in fact, nothing at all.