2.) The Definition of Death

“The end of the life of a person. Or the power that destroys life, the permanent end of something.”

That’s the definition of death. There’s no happy part about it; no good outcome. And no way to prevent it. Just like my brother’s death. But it was more than just him dying. I lost my own flesh and blood; someone who I grew up with, spent my life with and now they were simply gone. I felt as if there was this void, this emptiness inside me that could never be replaced. For the first time I felt alone in the world.

Ironically, it was dark out, as if the weather changed to my mood. The sky was gray with cloud cover, yet no rain. I sat alone in my home. I hadn’t left in nearly three days just because I was scared of the world now without Bucky.

“Eve,” shallow knocking and a calm, caring voice slipped me from my depressed state. “Eveanna, are you there?”

“Yes, please come in,” I gripped the binder closer as Steve walked into my bedroom.

“You might want to lock you front door. Wouldn’t want anyone bad getting in.” He sat down next to me, looking at me while I just stared at my carpet, trying to keep myself from crying once more.

“What do you got there?” Steve asked gesturing to the black binder against my chest.

I lowered it down to my lap, seeing the swirly writing on the cover, “Barnes.” Its gold cursive shimmered against the black, leather background. I opened it to the first page. Laying over a cream-ish paper was a medium black and white photo of all of us; Mother, Father, Bucky, me and Steve. We were all in a group out front of our house, smiling. Mother and Father were behind us while Bucky, Steve and I stood in front since we were short enough in our early teenage years. We all looked happy. And we were.

“It’s a photo album. Uh- I found it in Bucky’s room next to his bed opened to this page.” I slipped it forward ten or twelve pages to a picture of just us three. “It was right before Bucky joined the war.”

In the middle of another cream page was another black and white photo of us three. I was in the middle, Bucky was on my right, and Steve was on my left. Once again we were all smiling and having fun.

“He must have been looking at it the night before we infiltrated Zola’s train.”

My voice started to waver and my throat began to close. There was this stinging feeling in my nose and eyes. My breathing was catching and stuttering as I tried to breathe. I was starting to cry.

Steve leaned over and held me, comforting me. Trying to at least. And I cried into his shoulder. “Do you know what-what it’s like to lose someone like that, your own flesh and blood? To have a part of you ripped away without saying goodbye?”

“I do.” Steve’s voice was flat. “Bucky was as much of a brother to me as he was to you.”

I leaned away from Steve, his hand falling to his lap. My water logged eyes stared up at him.

“Bucky was like no other man, Eve. He was loyal, strong, caring, determined. He loved everyone, especially you. Bucky didn’t want anything more than to protect you and make sure you never got hurt. And I know for a fact that he wouldn’t want your beautiful face to cry those tears.” Steve’s hand reached to my cheek, wiping away a salty tear. His eyes locked onto mine.

Steve’s voice got low and quiet. “Don’t let his death make you cry. Remember him and cherish the moments you had with him because we’re all with each other till the end of the line and I have a feeling the line doesn’t stop here.”

Steve leaned over and lightly kissed my cheek where the tear had been, leaving a soft tingling feeling. He then got up and headed for the door.

“Eveanna,”

I looked back up at Steve.

“If you need me, you know where I am. I’ll be back tomorrow to pick you up before the funeral, if you’d like?”

“Please,” I nodded.

“And Eve,” Steve stood in the doorway, sorrow obviously filling his mind as well. “Don’t forget I will always be here for you. No matter what happens.”

A/N

Hello! So, here is the second chapter of Mercenary.

Sad. Kinda made me want to cry while writing it. It's gonna suck when I write the funeral chapter.... ='(

I hope you guys are enjoying this story, for the little group that is. But, I'm confident this book will rank right up there with Don't Forget Me.

Farewell you MARVELous Nerds!!! =D <3

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