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The D in Apartment 23

Pick Up Your Phone

"How far is it?" Bucky asked watching Harry's face contorted with pure concentration.
"About 20 minutes away, 15 if I put my foot down." She looked over at him and laughed. They had told the team that they were heading out on some personal time before they had to get down to business. Steve guessed it had something to do with Harry's past so calmed down the moaning of the team.
"Can I ask you something?" He asked her, his tone serious.
"You want to ask about my parents but are scared to upset me?" She asked him, glancing in his direction. "Hey you have your abilities, I have mine." She smiled, pausing for a moment as she thought of how she wanted to start. "They were amazing people. My dad worked in a factory that provides equipment for all sorts of people, but, they mainly dealt with military contracts. My mum was a career for the elderly. She loved helping them and talking to them to find out about their stories, I think that's why stories is a big thing for me." She smiled remembering them at their best. "Every night they'd come home and we would sit down at the dining room table, eat our dinner and exchange our day with each other." She smiled, Bucky's hand enveloping hers that was on the stick. "That night I had the weekend off and a few of us new doctors decided to go out for a drink. I text my mum to tell her I was staying out and that I loved them both and she text back saying they loved me too." She bit her lip momentarily. "I went home the next morning when I found them. My mum was slumped on the sofa with blood covering her face and my dad was on the floor in front of her. I called the police and they had a look around. They said they assumed it was a burglary that had gone wrong. They think they tried to shoot my mum first but my dad stood in the way. He was shot in the chest, head and eye. They think that mum was killed because one of them had said the name of the other so she was a witness. They shot her in her head." Harry's tears had started to fall without her realising.
"What do you think?" He asked her stroking his thumb over the back of her hand.
"It wasn't a burglary. Nothing was missing. If they'd killed them they would have still burgled them, no one to stop them." She bit her lip sounding angrier then Bucky had ever heard. "They left my dad's watch on."
"Did they ever catch them?" He asked, Harry shook her head quickly.
"Nope never. It's perhaps a good thing really. I like to think my morality is strong, but, I'm not so sure it is that strong." She looked over at him once she had pulled up. The house she grew up in; where she had all her birthday parties, where she found out she had received her degree, and, where she felt most loved was standing behind him. It hadn't changed a bit except the garden was completely overgrown - something her dad would have never allowed. The door had changed colour too; from a pure white to a depressing black.
"Are you saying you would kill them?" He asked her as she shut the engine off with a deep breath.
"I used to think so. Now I just pity them. They have had to live with the fact that they murdered two people in cold blood, torn a family apart and had to see for months on end the story of how a perfect couple was brutally killed by cowards. My parents weren't bad people." She told him truthfully, biting her lip at how bitter she sounded.
"Does anybody live here?" He asked turning to look at the same thing Harry was staring at.
"No, funnily enough nobody wanted to buy the house of a murder scene." She whispered, the car falling silent for moments until she unclicked her seatbelt, Bucky doing the same.

They both got out of the car, standing in front if the front garden gate staring at the door. Bucky didn't want to push Harry into going in too quickly, he knew this was something she had to do in her own time, he was just there to support her and learn of her past. He felt her grab his hand as she stared at the rusted 68 number on the door, her eyes giving away exactly how she felt. They were glassy housing pain and sadness, something that pulled on his own emotions. "The cleaners tried to clean the best they could, but, I could still smell the blood." She whispered walking up the path as the creaky old gate banged closed. She jingled her keys finding the right golden key, she kept them on her key ring even after moving countries. The lock clicked and once again the door groaned out from the lack of movement in years as they walked in to reveal the stairs and a door to the left. Looking round Bucky noticed the shoes and coats hung up at the side of the door, dust covering them providing a physical reminder that they were no longer needed. "Are you okay?" He whispered to her as she looked around taking in her old familiar surroundings.
"I think so." She whispered back, turning to look at him with a small smile before opening the door leading to the horror room. She walked in first her eyes instantly drawn to the spot where she found her parents, her eyes automatically releasing and filling back up with tears as the memories came flooding back to her. She let out a loud sob as Bucky rushed in behind her, wrapping his arms around her as he stroked her hair with soothing words of comfort.
"Let's get you out of here, this was a bad idea Harry." He whispered to her as she gripped on to the front of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping her alive.
"How could anybody do such a thing?" She whispered.
"I don't know Harry, I can't answer for them." He whispered, his thoughts going back to when he killed people. He felt nothing when he did it. His mind void of rational thinking or empathy. He had his mission. He took a moment to look round the room properly, hoping to find a clue as to who had caused her this pain.

He focused on the spot on the sofa which still had speckles of missed blood, something in his head hurt. His eyes darted around the room searching for answers to the tsunami of questions that had filled his head. He took a step back letting go of the sobbing girl, eyes wide as his hands shot up to his head; pulling at his hair like he was trying to pull out thoughts.
"Bucky what is it? What's wrong?" Harry asked, her senses picking up as she felt his panic and confusion floor over her. "Bucky," she started stepping closer to her.
"Get away from me!" He screamed out at her causing her to jump back from the shock of him raising his voice. "Harry, you need to stay away from me." He told her his eyes meeting hers as she saw his pain.
"James you're hurting, what's wrong? Let me help you." She whispered taking the step closer, causing him to rush back.
"You can't help. No one can help. I keep pretending like everything is better, like I've dealt with my sins from my past; but I haven't. Harry I killed people, I'm no better than who did this to your family. Who did this to you!" He shouted at her.
"Bucky that wasn't your fault. Your brain had been frazzled repeatedly. Listen to me" she stood directly in front of him now grabbing his cheeks forcing his attention on her, "that wasn't the man you are now. The man I love. The man who cares for everyone he meets, who protects his country despite their ungrateful attitude. The Winter Solider isn't you Bucky." She whispered desperately trying to get through to him. In her anger and emotion of coming back to this house she never realised how her words might affect him and his sensitivity towards his past.
"Harry, you don't get it. I did it. It was me." He shook his head, his own eyes filling with tears.
"You’re not that man." She tried again.
"Yes I am. Harry I'm no better than who did this to your family, because I am the one who did this to your family." He told her, her eyes flickering up to his as she noticed the haunted look in them for the first time.

She was frozen to the spot; her whole body was covered in goose bumps as them words rang out repeatedly in slow motion. 'I am the one who did this to your family'. She stared at him; her anger rising as to why he would say such a thing. She hit his chest out of temper.
"Bucky listen to me you’re not the same as the men who did this." She tried again.
"You were right it wasn't a burglary. I didn't take nothing, because I'd already taken what I needed. It was a silencing mission, your dad was working on a military grade navigation system that could hack HYDRA's systems within minutes, they sent me to stop him before he could work out the final component. He was supposed to be at his office but he had rung in sick that day. I watched the house waited for him to be alone. I saw your mum leave, then I saw you leave. You were wearing tight black jeans with ankle boots and a flowery blouse with a leather jacket. You were blonde back then. You got into a red car that was playing some rock style music. I didn't see your mum return so I made my move. When I got in they were together on the sofa watching the television." He relayed his memory to her as she stepped back as far as she could from him, her tears flooding freely as she listened to the other side of the gun, the side she wanted to hear for so long but never thought she would.
"Why did you kill my mum?" She spoke out coldly, her voice cracking half way through the sentence.
"No witnesses they said. Your dad was the witness. It was your mum who had the plans, she had worked out the final component. She knew everything." He whispered, his eyes taking in the hurt he was causing her, but, he knew she needed to hear the truth. "If it wasn't me who had done it, Harry it would have been someone else." He told her truthfully.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" She shouted at him as she pounded her fist into his chest. With each hit she felt the realisation kick in and her heart break more and more. "How could you do that! How could you lie to me after everything we've been through! After everything we did!" She shoved him back as he stood there taking all her anger. "I trusted you! I let you in my life! I took a beating to protect you! And all along you've carried this sick secret around with you like like a trophy, what did you think? I fucked her up in England and then literally fucked me in America!" She screamed picking up the nearest thing to her, which happened to be an ashtray, and threw it at him. He quickly caught it knowing everything in the house had sentimental value and she would only be hurt more when she had calmed down. If she ever calmed down.
"No Harry please that's not what I thought at all." He tried to get his voice through to her. "I didn't know you was the girl I saw leave! The girl that I" he started but never got to finish the sentence.
"Don't you dare give me the bullshit of the girl I fell in love with. This isn't a Hollywood love story! I was the girl you would have killed if I hadn't have gone out that night!" Her voice dripping with venom. "I was wrong. You already know my story. In fact, you know it better than I do!" She screamed at him.

"Get out!" She glared at him. "Get out! Never come near me again!" She screamed when she noticed he didn't budge, his attention going to the window. "I said" it was her turn to not finish a sentence as he rushed over to her his hand covering her mouth quickly, his other arm wrapping around her waist tightly, locking her arms in place as she struggled against him.
"I know right now I am the last person you are ever going to trust, but, right now I'm the only person who has the best chance of keeping you alive. We're being watched. HYDRA agents are in the car across the road. They've got a gun trained on the front door of the house, if they realise that we know they are there they will kill us both." He whispered into her ear, unsure if the house was bugged or not. He turned her around so that his back was to the window, knowing he would have a better chance at surviving a bullet then she did. He regretted not wearing his uniform, where he would have at least one weapon to protect them with. "I'm going to let go of you now, but you need to trust me. I promise I'm going to get you out of here alive. Whatever you do when I let go of you make sure I am constantly between you and that window." He whispered as she stood still, her tears falling silently. He let go of her slowly looking round for anything he could use as a weapon, his eyes zeroing in on a heavy looking pipe. "I need you to walk over to that pipe over there okay?" He asked her as she turned around still guarded by his body to glare at him. "Harry please work with me here." He pleaded with her. She stared at him for a moment longer before he heard the shot ring out, he felt pain sear through his stomach, as he looked down to see blood covering his grey t shirt. Before he realised that the blood meant an exit wound, he heard the strangled cough of the woman he loved in front of him. He saw her drop to the floor, her face draining in colour as her body went into shock of being shot. He turned to notice the car speed off. He quickly grabbed his phone dialling the last number he rang and setting it on loudspeaker as he kneeled at the side of her, rolling her on her back so he could see her face. He saw the blood staining her face as it poured from her mouth, her eyes looking round wildly as her panic set in. "Harry stay with me. Don't close your eyes. Talk me through what I need to do please." He told her, his hand pushing on the wound to stop the bleeding but causing her to cough more and struggle to breath. His other hand was stroking her cheek not caring about the blood staining his hands. "Harry please I don't know what do, help me please." He pleaded, she tried to speak but her voice was strangled, no words coming out. "Pick up your phone!" He shouted at the device that was still ringing. He noticed her eyes shutting as his mind raced trying desperately to remember the little training he had in medics back in the army.

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Comments

So cute! ☺️

Trista Sterling Trista Sterling
10/27/17

I love this story!!!!!

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7/25/16