Wanda's pov:
As soon as we open the door, the dust starts to float throughout the house. I walk into the home and see close to nothing. He really wasn't kidding when he said he didn't have anything. I turn around to look at him, "Bucky, where's all your furniture?". I stare at him in shock. "There's only a mattress on the floor and some can goods on the counter. Where is all your belongings?", I say somewhat loudly. He doesn't say anything. "Bucky", I stare at pleadingly, "Steve has visited you, why hasn't he helped you?". I'm really pissed at Steve, he calls Bucky his friend. "It's not Steve's fault Wanda", he stares down at the ground, "he tried to bring me things but I refused. I didn't want to get comfortable ya know? I'm not used to staying in one place for long periods of time. I didn't want to make a home out of my home, I was prepared to leave if I had to". Oh my darling. I walk over to him and embrace him. I leave small kisses on his hands. "I had no idea". Oops, sorry Steve. I step away from him and stare into his ocean eyes, "you're safe now. I won't let anything happen to you. We are going to make this home, ours". I see a small smile at the corner of his mouth, "oh come on Barnes, you can do better then that". He flashes me a bright smile. We start unloading the truck box by box. The sofa and chair are already in the house. I wiped down the whole entire house before we brought anything in. By 9pm, the truck is empty and the house is full. I'll have to go out tomorrow and purchase some other furniture, but for tonight we'll be alright. "Bucky, I'm dead tired. I'm getting ready for bed". "Okay". I wash my face, brush my teeth, and dress myself as fast as I can. I can't wait to get into bed. Bucky is already under the sheets with the tv remote in his hand. Yes, he has a tv, but not a box spring. Men. "Night darling". I kiss his cheek and roll over on to my side. I'm excited for what the future holds for us. I won't be easy I'm sure. But we can get though anything. We've already been through hell. Nothing could be worse than that.
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{ I'm a day late on updating, sorry. }
