James Bucky Barnes

It was a cloudy day the heavy clouds promised rain, the wind rattled the windows kicking up blazing autumn leaves, cold dreary, rain. But inside the modern appartment just eight blocks away from the avengers tower near a park and a cute cozy cafe town. The apartment was spacious with a bay window a tv in front of it a comfy table in front of the tv with a tattered well loved hobbit book and black coffee a plush leather couch behind the table cool to the touch with pillows and a warm fluffy blanket thrown over the back James sat on the couch Book in hand but not reading ever since the war he never could relax properly and the thunderstorm was louder to him he was waiting patiently for you phone in his other hand thumb hovering over call. Again he tried 21 calls and 23 messages nothing he was getting antsy the appartment was lonely so very lonely the kind that swallows you whole before the memories could creep back the sound of a key turning brought him back he dropped his phone and pretended to read looking non challant. Take it from here loved yall are valid and loved 🏳️‍🌈