innocent

hair holds memories

tw: mentions of sexual assault
if you are sensitive to the topic, i am begging you NOT to read this chapter. your mental health and well being matters so much more. if you experience any situation to deal with sa, don't say silent.

January 21, 2015

Dear diary

Its been a month since we've gotten out of the US and Budapest is much calmer. We don't have to be undercover as much and we even have our own house. Its an apartment but it was big enough for me and Bucky. We didnt need anything big at all because its only us to.

Bucky and I have been living here for a lot of months. I had my 9th birthday, somehow Bucky knew it, and so actually i'm 31, i don't get it. I was born in 1985, but i'm physically 9. Weird, right? So I'm just gonna stick to 9! Bucky knew my birthdate some how. I guess it passed awhile ago but Bucky and me celebrated a few days ago.

Bucky says that were safe and Im happy. I also finished that book. I gave up after a month because it sucked ass but Bucky said I should learn how. So Bucky made me read a chapter a day. Turns out the book wasnt so bad.

Bucky said my reading and writing has gotten really good. He hasnt read my diaries but when we practice together he said i do good. I love Bucky. Bucky is my best friend.

- Cecelia Barnes

"Ceil, breakfast, doll!" Bucky said from the kitchen.

"Coming!" Cecelia yelled as she closed her notebook. She slid it under her bed and went running into the kitchen. Her brown thick brown hair annoying her in the process by getting into her face.

"Make your bed?" He asked as he placed a plate of eggs in front of her. Cecelia nodded her head as she grabbed a fork. "Lying to me?" He asked, Cecelia hesitated. She nodded her head, Bucky sighed.

"Cecelia." He said, sighing.

"Bucky." Cecelia mocked, he shook his head at her smart attitude. She dug into her eggs as Bucky grabbed a hair brush from off the counter. Her hair was a mess, and it showed. It was in knots, it was frizzy, and she also just had a bed head.

"We've gotta get you a haircut." He sighed as he ran the hairbrush through her long locks. She took a bite of eggs as he pulled at a knot.

"You need a haircut to." Cecelia said, Bucky chuckled as her head went back because of a big knot he brushed. "Ow." She said bringing her head back up.

"Sorry," He apologized as he ran the brush through her hair again.

"How're the eggs?" He asked, changing the subject. She nodded her head as she swallowed some.

"They're good." She complimented. Bucky raised his eyebrows at her compliment.

"No complaints?" He asked surprised. Cecelia laughed as she put her fork down. Usually she'd complain that they were to runny, or not runny enough.

"Nope." She said as he put the brush down on the counter. He was having a hard time getting the knots out of her hair.

"Well, thanks." He said, patting her shoulders. He started to put the

"Fucking God, why is your hair so thick?" He asked as he walked over to one of the drawers in the kitchen. He went through it as Cecelia shrugged.

"Ask my dead parents." She said, making Bucky frown. He shook his head as he searched for a pair of scissors.

"Don't joke like that, doll." He said, Cecelia took a bite of her eggs as he scolded her.

"They sold me." Cecelia defended as Bucky found a pair of kitchen scissors. "And then guess what, instead of money, mom got her brains blown out, pops-" Cecelia said as Bucky grabbed the hair brush. He brushed out her hair more, trying to get some knots out. Her head was dragged back and she yelped.