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tantrum

"I found out who Charlotte is." Cecelia said as Bucky nodded his head. The nine year old as Bucky nodded his head.

"Hey, Ceil?" Bucky asked as he looked down at the ID he'd stolen from the man. He'd looked like him, they both had facial hair, but this man had short hair, but Bucky could've just said he grew it out. He had blue eyes, and ironically, he was only a half inch shorter than him. Stanley Martin was the man's name.

His passport was left in the glove compartment, along with his two daughters, his son, and his wife's.

Jan and Joan where is two daughters. Joan was 13, and she was 5'4 and a half. Joan had brown hair, which was pin straight, but Cecelia's was braided, so it was fine. She had light blue eyes, but Cecelia's were a dark blue, and a little green, but they could say the lighting. Joan also wore glasses, so he'd probably pick up a fake pair at The Dollar Tree. He didn't know how glasses were on her passport, but he'd find a way to get a fake pair. And for the height thing, they say "Joan" grew an inch.

At first, Bucky guessed that they were going on a trip, but there was no luggage in the car. His next guess was that he was just some guy who kept his stuff in his car in case.

"What?" Cecelia asked as she flipped the page. "Charlottes a spider by the way. I think her and Wilbur will get along." Cecelia said and Bucky nodded his head, staring at Cecelia as she read.

"Is Wilbur the runt?" Bucky asked, going completely off track of what he was going to say.

"No, Wilbur's a pig. He's not a runt he's a pig, he's just smaller." Cecelia defended him and Bucky nodded his head.

Cecelia felt an understanding to Wilbur. Wilbur wasn't treated like a normal pig, he didn't get fed from his mother, and he didn't make friends with the other kids. Cecelia didn't even have a mother, and she had no friends that were her age. Cecelia felt judged by others from the scar she had on her head. Wilbur was judged for being to small.

"Sorry, Ceily. I meant is Wilbur the pig?" Bucky asked, and Cecelia nodded her head.

"Yes, Wilbur is a pig. Charlotte's the spider. Fern is the girl. Templeton-" Cecelia listed and Bucky nodded his head, now remembering to ask her the question.

"I've got a question to ask you." Bucky said and Cecelia perked up. She looked at him and he looked at the book. "Can you close the book for me, doll?" He asked and Cecelia folded her page and closed the book.

"So, I was wondering if you've ever been on a flight before. In the airplane-" Bucky started to explain. Cecelia stared at him blankly before interrupting.

"I know what a flight is." Cecelia said and Bucky nodded his head.

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go on one." Bucky said and Cecelia nodded her head.

"Will it get us to California faster?" Cecelia asked and Bucky sighed before swallowing the lump in his throat.

"We're not going to California anymore..." Bucky admitted, making Cecelia confused.

"You promised though." Cecelia said and Bucky shook his head.

"No, I said I'd promise you we'd get to a beach." Bucky corrected as Cecelia went to look at him. Her eyes weld up with tears.

She didn't cry about having a nightmare of her slaughtering a whole family.
She didn't cry about killing a woman.
She didn't cry about one nightmare.
But Cecelia Barnes' eyes weld up in tears for not being able to go to the beach.

"Cecelia, I promise you I will go to the beach with you. It might not be soon. Okay? We're gonna try bacon-"

"I don't want bacon anymore! Bacon is from pigs and I don't want to steal from pigs!"Cecelia exclaimed and Bucky furrowed his eyebrows at her tantrum. She'd never done this. Of course she'd show attitude, but she'd never had a full temper tantrum.