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James Buchanan Barnes (sergeant_barnes) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2016-09-14 04:04:00

Entry tags:

!open, ~bucky barnes

Who: Bucky
Where: Not far from the Cottage.
What: Not being a stalker
When: After work
Rating: TBD
Open: Yup (Though preferably Steve or Peggy)
Status: on going

It had been weeks since he'd been to the cottage. Or, really, inside. He walked by it every day. Some days he paused. Just to see if he could catch a glimpse of either Peggy, or Steve. Just a flash of something to get him through. More often than not he went home with a heavy heart.

So Bucky, lacking so much shame at this point, climbed a tree, where he could spy the backyard and a bit of the front porch at the same time. Mouse wasn't bringing the kids today, so he had no place to be. There was no harm in sitting and waiting, if there was no one to meet.

In the weeks he had been away he'd all but given up smoking all together. Only catching a few puffs off of one cigarette whenever the craving hit him hard. And then he limited it to no more than half of the cigarette. It had been the better part of a month since he came back and he still had more than half the pack from Brooklyn.

The downside was that he was combating some weight gain by taking on more at the farm, his nails were chewed, though he did take care to smooth them out whenever Luke was brought by, and he wasn't sleeping. Though Bucky wasn't entirely sure if that was because cutting out the nicotine or simply because he was more than a little home sick.

That small glimpse would get him through. No matter how short it was. He knew it would get him through.

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offthepeg
2016-09-14 04:43 pm UTC (link)

The cottage was far too quiet for her liking over the past few weeks. It had felt like forever since Bucky had left and everything felt weird and wrong. Even the children had picked up on the odd atmosphere of tension and sad silences between them all. Peggy had never felt so adrift from the people who loved her; even Steve, whom she thought she could rely on for strength, had an air about him that made her feel he was acting his smiles just like he was back on that stage in pantyhose. No, the cottage was too quiet and too devoid of life since he left. It was never what she wanted to happen.

Peggy had coped by pouring her energy into the house, the garden, teaching Stevie and Mouse and looking after her five month old son as best she could by distracting them with learning materials. When they weren't around her, she felt lost in who she was. Peg had taken to the firing range and blasted more than a few choice holes into some targets with her Luger. She had even retrieved her old SSR uniform, which of course no longer fitted her in the slightest.

Today she was sat at her kitchen table with a cold half cup of tea and a worn tin of her family photographs. She had letters from her long-dead brother, pictures of her mother, father and grandmother. Relics of her past littered the table and Peggy wished that she could go sink into that world for an hour or two. She missed Michael more than air, he'd know exactly what to do to get her out of her depression.

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sergeant_barnes
2016-09-15 05:36 am UTC (link)

Bucky didn't know how long he sat in the tree. Didn't know how long he longingly glanced from the front, to the back. He did know his legs were growing a little numb, and his back was starting to ache. With a heavy hearted sigh, he climbed out of the tree.

He was almost half way down when he spotted Peggy through the window. It froze him in that awkward spot. He stayed there for a few minutes. Long enough for the smaller branch to strain a little too long under his weight. And with a snap, "Oh shit!" a curse, and a thud he fell.

He lay prone, mentally checking himself for injuries. He groaned softly. "Well, Barnes, not the smartest thing you've ever done." Bucky complained once he figured nothing was seriously hurt. Nothing but his pride.