A New Day (Book 2)

Chapter 49

Y/n's pov
  Once we get back home, James and I head to our floor and walk into our room. Once we entire, I flop on the bed, face first and scream into the bed. Bucky laughs and sits on the bed next to me. He puts his hand on my lower back and rubs circles.

  "It's over now Y/n," Bucky laughs. I sit up and immediately kiss him.  We end up having to pull away for air. We rest our foreheads against each others, and smile. "So, counseling for a year and a half?" Bucky asks. I sigh and flop back on the bed. "It's stupid, but I'm not in jail. So I'll take it," I smile.

  "You know, it's not too bad." I sit up, supporting my body with my hand behind me. "What do you mean?" I ask him. "That was my pardon. Counseling for a year. It actually helped me out a lot. Sucked as hell, but it was good for me," he sighs. "So, what was that thing that you where going to tell me this morning?" Bucky asks. "Oh, uhh, I forget. It feels like this morning was a year ago," I lie.

  However Bucky just looks at me. "I know your lying. You're not one to just forget," Bucky adds. I sigh and take a deep breath. "I've been going out at night. Patrolling if you will. But the first time it happened, I don't remember what happened exactly. I woke up on a roof top in my old Hydra uniform and all. But I could tell that I didn't hurt anyone. So, I've been going out at night to fight. We fly over the city so much, I just thought," then I pause, realizing that I'm trailing.

"I think that's good that your helping. But you should have told us. Besides, were not vigilantes," he says. I look away and get up. I walk out to the balcony and sigh. I rest my arms against the railing. "That's the thing though. I'm not good like you and the others are," I confess. "Sure you are," Bucky says, taking his place next to me.

"I don't have a code like you guys do. Not only that but, I don't mind killing to get to the end goal." Bucky just pauses, thinking. "Does that make me bad?" I ask, still looking out to the city. "Not at all Y/n. Your not a bad person," says Bucky.

Bucky and I up laying on the bed until dinner. He fell asleep, but I can't seem to. I can't deal with seeing that girl again.  Come 10:30, Bucky is in bed and I head out.

  As I'm running on the roof tops, I feel free. Free from the Avengers, free from S.H.I.E.L.D., free from my handlers, and just free. I love being on rooftops, the adrenaline that fills my limbs. The leaps from building to building, and the air and wind in my face. As I'm running, I hear a bank alarm go off.

  I look over to see the bank, along with five men in black ski masks. The three of them have bags of cash and are about to jump into a black van. I jump down from the thirty foot building and land on the van. I end up denting the van, crushing the metal underneath my hands. The two men not holding the cash start shooting.

  Every built misses, or hits my metal arm. I walk towards them. I grab the guys gun that's closest to me and bend it in half. "What the hell?" He asks in confusion. I swing kick him in the face, sending him on his back. I run up to the other guy and jump onto him. I wrap my legs around his neck and swing my body. He falls on his face and I'm not on top of him.

  I grab his neck and right as I'm about to snap it, I decide to bash his head against the concrete road. I roll my eyes and slam his head into the concrete floor. Suddenly a shot goes off and a built grazes my shoulder. I turn around and wrap my fingers around his neck and send him flying into another car. Breaking the windshield.

  "Hey! Need some help?" I turn around to see Peter. He really does look like my Peter. THen I remember what exactlyI am wearing and I don't want him to take it the wrong way. "Get lost kid. Before you get hurt," I tell him. Punching on of the guys square in the face. I look over to him and he's webbed someone to a wall.

  "Oh come on. You're no fun. I like the fit. Did you know who make it for you?" The kid asks. "Who?" I ask. I don't think that he knew any of my handlers. "I.O.N. M.A.N.," he spells out. I chuckle and shake my head. He couldn't make this, only a true Russian could make something as beautiful as this.

  It's not long before we take everyone down. And soon enough the cops come. I grab my grappling hook and shoot it at the top of a nearby building. Once I'm up, the kid follows me. "Hey, that was fun Y/n. We should do this again," he adds. He takes off his mask and his face show's confusion.

  "I thought that you don't like things touching your face?" He says. I don't respond and just look at him. "I have to go," I answer. I turn around and as I'm about to leave he stops me. "Wait, I saw the hearing. How are you?" He asks. I turn around to look at him. "Well seeing that I'm still here, fine."

  Once more I go to leave and once more, he stops me. "Are you hungry?" He asks. "No," I respond. But right on queue, my stomach practically roars. I sigh, noting that it's been at least two days since I've last eaten something. To be honest, I forget what hunger feels like. They didn't really feed you back at Hydra.

  "Come on, I know a good sandwich shop," he smiles. He slips his mask back on and swings away. I run and follow him. I use the buildings and my grappling hook to go from building to building. I can't help but feel happy, I couldn't help but think that this is what life could have been like if my brother was still alive.