*WIP* PART 7


0Likes
0Comments
224Views
AA

1. *WIP* part 7 !!

On one of my days off i had to sleep in.

 

I had had a specifically bad night, some kind of mission, iron in my mouth, blood on my knuckles, smoke, screaming.

 

I woke up sweating and more exhausted than rested, panting.

 

He had woken me up, telling me to be quieter, the neighbors would hear us.

 

I complied slowly, i was shaking somewhat and he got up and dropped his coat over me, i thanked him in a small voice - in some language i knew but even now couldn’t pinpoint.

He shook his head and sat down at the couch on the floor and laid his head back

 

,,Bucky…’’ i said quietly and he turned his head after a second

 

,,what?’’ he whispered

 

,,you have your name…’’

 

,,you have one yourself.’’ he returned in russian, i closed my eyes and turned on the couch

 

,,a named thing is a tamed thing….’’ i whispered and turned my head to look at him

 

,,we’re not things.’’

 

,,we were. We still are.’’ he sighed deeply, i continued, adding how everything still is hardwired, he couldn’t refuse that since the scene in the kitchen a week before had been executed methodically in a way.

 

,,we’re not who they say we are.’’

 

,,we’re not who they say we were.’’ he added and sighed heavily again

 

,,Bucky…’’ the name tasted strange, like one of the candies i had gotten; bitter but yet sweet

 

,,Noel?’’ my ‘name’ even stranger I hummed my reply


,,what did you dream?’’


 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...