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Never Saw it Comin'

I haven't slept in what seems like a century,

One Month Later

“Are you sure he’s in this damn city!?” I angrily question my dad as I stand in line for my morning coffee. After living here for a month, I’ve come acquainted with the area and even have favorite places; this café is one of those places.

“Are you even allowed to call me?” He questions, ignoring my own. “This could really blow your cover.”

“Dad, if I don’t talk to you, mom or Uncle Bucky that’ll blow my cover.” I remind him, “Jack knows I can’t just not talk to you guys.” A sigh escapes his lips; he knows I’m right. “Besides, it’s been over a month since I talked to you. I miss you.”

“I miss you too baby girl.” He says and I can envision the smile on his lips. Growing up I was always Daddy’s little girl. Mom always said I had him wrapped around my finger; same goes for Uncle Bucky. They’ve always been there for me, I guess some things never change. “So how’s Budapest?”

“Cold.” I laugh. Of course they send me to Hungary in the middle of winter when it’s freezing cold out. I guess it could be worse; I could be in Russia right about now. “I honestly don’t know what could have happened in Budapest between Uncle Clint and Aunt Nat; it’s boring here. Unless they decided to make their own fun.”

“Hey, they’re your aunt and uncle!” Dad exclaims, causing me to laugh.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Dad.” I say between laughs as the barista hands me my coffee. Just as I’m about to walk out of the café, I see a familiar person want in. My heart contracts a bit and my breath gets sucked back into my lungs. “I’ve got to go.” I whisper to my dad before hanging up.

I move away from the counter but not so much that I can’t take this boy in. He has the same blue eyes as I remember; only a bit jaded and dull. His hair has grown a bit; it’s not buzz cut like he use to wear it. He looks like a statue; cold, and structurally beautiful. He looks a lot like his father; but I’m sure he will hate if I tell him that. A sigh escapes my lips before I take a sip of my vanilla late. I’m really debating on if I should approach him now, or wait til we’re on the streets. As I bite my lower lip, I find myself heading outside; I might as well bombard him on the streets; unless likely to make a scene.

Jack

After getting my coffee, I head out of the café. I pull my jacket close to me in a vain attempt to block out the cold as I walk pass the small café tables outside. As I walk by one table, a blonde catches my eyes. My eyes widen as soon as our eyes meet; I know those eyes.

“You looks different.” She notes as she stands up and walks over to me. I look her up and down, she’s different. She’s dressed more mature and not in band t-shirts and jeans with holes in them. She’s grown the last couple years, mentally and physically.

“So do you, Helena.” I note, “What are you doing here? I thought SHIELD would have you on a short leash.”

“I haven’t been an agent in awhile, Jack.” She informs me, “I left after looking for you took up most of my time.” A pang of guilt spreads through my body, “Yea, I doubt you’d know anything about that.”

“I-I didn’t know.” I tell her, “I didn’t know that--”

“Losing my best friend would destroy me?” She snaps, “Jack, losing you was the worst thing I ever had to deal with. I have no idea what you and your father fought about, but was it that bad that you had to leave?” I remain quiet as she looks at me with a hidden rage in her eyes. She has the right to be made and has the right to scream at me.

“Are you done?” I ask, afraid to look at her straight on.

“No, I’ve got two years of anger built up inside of me.” She chuckles before she grabs my chin and forces me to look at her, “I’ve missed you. A lot has happened and I didn’t have my best friend to run to.”

A sigh escapes my lips as I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a back breaking hug, “I’ve missed you too, Hells.” I squeeze her tightly as tears form in my eyes, “I’ve missed you so much.” I whisper in her ear before pulling away.

“You still cry pretty.” She notes, wiping away tears from her eyes. “I guess some things don’t change.”

“I guess so.” I whisper, knowing that so many things have changed since the last time we saw each other. And those things, she’ll never forgive me for…

Notes

chapter title credit: The Crow and the Butterfly by Shinedown

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This is sooo good! I love the complexity and the angst that you've already brought to the story. I can't wait to read more!
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3/18/13