True Love Waits
Returning to Brooklyn didn’t feel like returning home, like it always had in the past. Instead, it felt like he’d left his home behind him in LA. He returned to the apartment he hadn’t been to in weeks and it felt wrong, empty, different. It really was amazing, all the things that had happened since last he set foot in this place. The last time he’d been here, he never would have expected he’d end up getting drugged and “married” in Vegas. He wouldn’t have expected to be captured and tortured or move in with Daken temporarily. Perhaps the biggest surprise was the amount of feelings that had developed for the man in that short time. Imagine that, actually having feelings for the person he was married to. Not that they were married. It wasn’t a legitimate marriage after all. Bucky had never been the marrying type, had never wanted to be married to anyone, much less Daken, but now, he almost wished theirs was a legitimate marriage. This alarmed him. Maybe some distance was a good thing. Maybe Daken wouldn’t even follow him. That’d probably be for the best.
Bucky could not find peace in that apartment. There was still clothing in the drawers, his closet was still stocked with weapons and his fridge stocked with food. It seemed bizarre to him that he found this so bizarre-almost as if this should have all disappeared when he’d left it. He almost hadn’t expected to find it still here.
After playing a couple of his old records and drinking a couple of beers, he decided he couldn’t stand to be there anymore. He had to get out. Without any set goals, he left the apartment, heading in the direction of his favorite bar on autopilot. It was about a twenty minute walk. Walking there was probably a stupid idea, but it wasn’t like he was thinking. If he were, it’d probably occur to him that he’d have to find a way home, too, if he was going to get as drunk as he was planning. But he wasn’t thinking, and instead walked on in a blind almost frenzy-like state.
Had he been thinking, he might also have noticed the other man before it was too late. Before he was running straight into him. He glared over his shoulder to give the man a piece of his mind. “Watch where you’re going, ya punk!” he called callously.
Bucky could not find peace in that apartment. There was still clothing in the drawers, his closet was still stocked with weapons and his fridge stocked with food. It seemed bizarre to him that he found this so bizarre-almost as if this should have all disappeared when he’d left it. He almost hadn’t expected to find it still here.
After playing a couple of his old records and drinking a couple of beers, he decided he couldn’t stand to be there anymore. He had to get out. Without any set goals, he left the apartment, heading in the direction of his favorite bar on autopilot. It was about a twenty minute walk. Walking there was probably a stupid idea, but it wasn’t like he was thinking. If he were, it’d probably occur to him that he’d have to find a way home, too, if he was going to get as drunk as he was planning. But he wasn’t thinking, and instead walked on in a blind almost frenzy-like state.
Had he been thinking, he might also have noticed the other man before it was too late. Before he was running straight into him. He glared over his shoulder to give the man a piece of his mind. “Watch where you’re going, ya punk!” he called callously.