"Are you ever gonna let me save you?"
"I'm not your typical damsel, James."
Louise was a woman with many skills, baking, dancing, knife throwing, undercover ops, etc. Well, she learned the last two while her best friends fought in the second World...
Warnings: all translations are from google translate, so we'll see if they're correct. The italicized words in quotations are the translated version in English. Italicized paragraphs in a series are past scenes or dreams, just to specify in case.
- I hope you like it, it took me months to actually finish it and like it somewhat.
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Louise sat up in her small twin bed; her eyes scan her white sheets and matching quilt. She sighs to herself softly, knowing her sweet dream state was long gone and reality was there. Her hands flip the bedding away, her feet swinging over the edge of the bed to the cold wooden floor. She glanced a few feet ahead of herself, the bright sunlight flooded the small room in brightness. Her body moved to stand, moving softly into her tiny adjoining bathroom with a sink, toilet, and a small tub.
Louise pauses before her sink, her head lifting to see herself in the mirror. Her eyes glanced over her face, her smooth skin, her dark chocolate coloured hair. She freezes as she stares into her eyes, her pupil expanding and shrinking sportaically for the last minute of her time. Her hand grabs her thin drop framed glasses, and slid them onto her face. Her blue eyes focus in the mirror, her pupils normalizing after a few seconds.
Louise grabs her brush, letting the bristles calm her frizzy hair as her mind begins to daydream. Her mother's voice drowning away as she thought of her dream, her hand lazily moving as she became lost.
'Louise stood before a stand, the owner selling corny dogs, she paid quickly stepping away to stand on a pier. She softly takes a bite of the batter fried sausage on a stick, softly chewing as she awaited the fireworks display from a distance. She pauses, her eyes raising to see someone step next to her.
"Hello, Lou."
"James." She teases back, Bucky chuckles wrapping his left arm around her shoulder. She raises her free left hand, intertwining their fingers as he leaned against the pier railing.
"Did you tell Steve happy birthday?" She questions glancing at him as she went to take another bite, Bucky passing over her question to take a bite of her food before she did.
"Meanie." Louise responds to his act, making him laugh as he swallowed.
"You know you love me." Bucky teases, the first firework shooting into the dark night sky. The explosion makes the large crowd around them gasp, all watching as it explodes, the fire light shining in red hues as it falls back to the ground.
"I do not, Barnes." Louise replies coyly, making him pull back offended.
"Fine, then. You get nothing tonight." Bucky says, pulling away to leave.
"Noooo." She speaks up, and Bucky turns to face her with a cocky smirk.
"Say it, Louisa." He orders, making her roll her eyes as she turns to face him, the fireworks continuing behind them, lighting them in vibrant colours.
