I woke up the next morning to a cold bed. Bucky was no longer next to me, and the sheets that he had been sleeping under were neatly tucked back into the mattress. The shower was on in the ensuite, and a bit of sunlight lit the room from the window. I sat up slowly, staring at the bathroom door and feeling extremely nervous. The water stopped running suddenly, and I heard him moving about. My heart started beating faster, and my mouth suddenly felt like the goddamn Sahara Desert. After a few more minutes of silence, the bathroom door opened.

Bucky walked out, a white towel hanging loosely off his hips. He stopped shortly when he realized I was awake and hesitated for a few moments.

"Morning," he said finally.

"Hey."

Drops of water rolled down his chest as we stared at each other in complete silence. I hugged my knees to my chest while he slowly moved across the room and began to gather his clothes.

"Did you sleep okay?" He asked softly, pulling a pair of boxers on under his towel and removing it from his waist.

"We did what they say you shouldn't do," I changed the subject abruptly.

Bucky looked confused, and rose one eyebrow. "What, fucked before marriage?"

"No, Bucky I'm serious."

"So am I! We go far enough-" he stopped shortly upon seeing my face. "Sorry, not funny. What were you referring to?"

I sighed and looked away from him. "We went to sleep angry."

"We did?"

"Yes, we did."

"I wouldn't say angry, I would say hostile."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Still."

Bucky sighed and walked over to the bed, sitting down in front of me. "Alright, what's going on?"

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and hesitated slightly. "Okay, we have these fights and arguments, right? And we talk about them through sometimes, and that's really good, but other times we just ignore it. It's like we think that if we just crumple the conflict up and throw it in the garbage can that it'll be done forever, but it won't.

"Then in even bigger fights the old arguments get picked out of the garbage can and thrown back in the other person'a face. And that's how people start thinking they could've changed the past, and blaming the other person for the shit that happened in the past, and that's how relationships end, and-" my voice broke off suddenly and I looked back up at him slowly.

"And I don't want to be those people," I whispered.

Bucky put his hand on my knee softly. "We're not those people. We're never going to be those people, Cara." He moved a little closer to me. "Last night was not something ordinary for us. We were both tired and stressed, and we both said some stuff we didn't really mean. I promise you, I'm going to do everything I possibly can to prevent us from being those people."

He moved his hand to my cheek and brushed his thumb across my lips silently. I kissed his hand gently before moving forward and wrapping my arms around his neck. His were immediately glued to my waist as he buried his face in my neck.

"I missed you so much," he murmured.

I responded by kissing him and shifting so that I was sitting in his lap. His hands flew to the hem of my tee shirt, and he began to lift it. Just as he started, there was an abrupt knock on the door. We both stopped, Bucky clearly as aggravated as I was.

"Hey, Cara, you up?" Steve's voice thundered through the door.

I sighed and pressed my forehead against Bucky's. "Yeah. Yeah, we're up."

The door open and he waltzed in, his eyes widening when he saw how we were situated. He only looked more embarrassed when he realized Bucky was only wearing underwear.

"Oh, Buck, hey, sorry, am I interrupting something?"

"Never, Steve," Bucky sighed heavily. "What do you need?"

Steve's ears turned pink as he cleared his throat and looked at the ground. "Cara, I was wondering if you could come downstairs so we can uh, discuss some things."

I furrowed my eyebrows together. "What kinds of things?"

He looked over at Bucky, a panicked look in his eyes.

"Don't look at me!" Bucky protested.

"Oh, come on, Bucky!"

"What?! I told you I don't want to bring it up, you're the one that insisted on it."

"Well she's your girlfriend!"

"Will you two stop arguing like you're twelve and tell me what the hell is going on here," I snapped, cutting Bucky off.

They both stared at each other for a few more seconds. Steve gave Bucky a stern look, and he took a deep breath. 

"Cara," he Bucky said quietly, putting his hand on my knee. "It's nothing to be worried about, but Steve just wants to clear some stuff up."

I hesitated and glanced over at Steve. "Fine, I'll be down in a minute," I muttered.

"Great, sounds good," he nodded and walked back out the door, starting to close it behind him. "And uh," he stopped and looked back at us awkwardly, "I really am sorry for interrupting. I know you guys have been apart for a long time. I imagine that can't be easy."

"It's okay, Steve," Bucky assured him.

He offered us a quick smile, then turned and left, closing the door behind him. I turned back to Bucky, who had gotten out of bed and was getting dressed, and rose my eyebrows at him.

"What was that?"

He sighed and pulled on a pair of black jogger-sweatpants before turning back to look at me.

"I told you, it's nothing huge."

"Then why are you and Steve acting like your about to drop the biggest bombshell in the world on me?"

Bucky leaned against the dresser and folded his arms over his chest. "Okay, Cara, don't get mad at me-"

"I won't get mad unless I have reason to," I cut him off and got off the bed.

"And you don't have a reason to."

"Then why are you telling me not to?"

He sighed yet again and ran his hand through his damp hair. "Because, and I mean this is the best way possible, you tend to get a little defensive when people bring up things that you've done."

I rolled my eyes and started to speak, but stopped when I realized I'd only be proving his statement. I took a moment to think about what I was going to say before actually speaking. Finally, I exhaled loudly and pursed my lips together.

"Whatever," I muttered. "I'm getting dressed and going downstairs."

I started to walk away from Bucky and towards the bathroom, but he reached out and grabbed my arm before I could get too far.

"Hey," he said quietly, putting his hand on the back of my head. "I love you."

He kissed my forehead softly and I closed my eyes as his lips lingered there.

"I love you, too."

******

"Cara, good morning! You like bacon? We've got bacon. Coffee? I know you like coffee. Here, a big 'ole cup of joe, just for you!"

I glared at Scott as I walked into the kitchen. Clearly, he was buttering me up for whatever was about to happen, but I was not about to be bribed with food. I still took the coffee, of course. Sam, Wanda, and Clint sat or stood around the kitchen, all grinning at me. Steve stood in the corner, looking at me wearily. I pulled out one of the chairs at the island and sat down, taking a big gulp of coffee.

"You look gorgeous this morning, you really do," Sam grinned and plopped down a seat away from me. "Your skin is simply glowing."

Bucky entered the kitchen as the words left Sam's mouth, and his eyes widened. He shook his head slightly and a look of sudden understanding dawned on Sam's face.

"Yeah, yeah, stop being creepy nice to Cara, she's in a bad mood," I grumbled into my mug. "Let's just get this over with."

Bucky came and sat next to me, putting his arm around the back of my chair. I looked over at Steve expectantly and he cleared his throat loudly.

"I'm just going to cut to the chase," he said, coming out of the corner and leaning forward against the counter. "When we were in Brooklyn and Tony came after us, you knew before everyone else. You knew before we even turned the TV on."

My heart stopped as I realized where the conversation was headed. I avoided everyone's eyes and looked down into my mug.

"You told Bucky that you'd seen it. That you'd seen everything that happened that day," Clint said softly.

"Cara."

Of course, they have Bucky deliver the final blow.

"What's going on?" He asked quietly.

I hesitated, twirling my bracelet around my wrist. "I did see it," I said faintly a few moments later. "I've seen almost all of this."

"How? When? Where?" Bucky was completely turned towards me now, one arm on my chair and the other on the counter.

"In my sleep. Dreams," I whispered. "I'm not sure how. I would have these dreams and then wake up feeling like someone was drilling into my skill for ten minutes. I don't know, it just.....happened one night."

"And how long has this been going on?" Clint asked.

"Not long," I lied after a moment's hesitation.

"She's lying," Wanda said suddenly. "It's been happening for a long time."

I turned towards her, my mouth agape. "I thought we had an agreement you wouldn't read me!"

She looked at me sternly. "I'm worried about you. All agreements are off."

"Cara, how long has this been going on?" Steve asked seriously.

I bit my lip and looked at my hands again. "Since I woke up from the coma."

"What?!" Bucky roared, flying off his chair. "It's been going on for that long and you didn't tell anyone?!"

"I didn't think it was a big deal!" I retaliated. "I thought I could deal with it on my own."

"And how's that going for you?!" He snapped back.

I glared at him angrily. "I was working on figuring it out myself. I'm sorry some other things got in the way."

He began to say something back to me, but stopped when he saw Steve staring at both of us with a stern shut the hell up or you're both going to be put into time outs look. After we both closed our mouths, he refocused on me.

"Okay," he said slowly. "Do you have any idea what caused this?"

"The only thing I can think of is whatever that Hydra guy injected me with in Berlin. Bruce said it was harmless, but he might have missed something."

No one said anything after that. Scott looked completely dumbfounded, Steve was pensive, and Bucky still looked like he might punch something.

"Other than the dreams and the headaches," Bucky spoke after a few minutes, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Buck," I looked at him and smiled softly. "Hell, if anything this is an advantage for us, right?"

Nobody laughed.

"So," Scott spoke up now, "Cara can see the future. In her sleep. Cool." He paused for a moment. "Holy crap, that is batshit crazy!"

"You shrink into a tiny man," Wanda quipped. "I move things with my mind, Steve and Bucky fought the Nazis, Sam flys around in a metal bird costume, and Clint responds to gunfire with arrows. We are all batshit crazy."

This time everyone laughed. Surprisingly, I felt better — like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

"So, is that everything?" Clint asked. "Nobody has any other little secrets we should all know? All the dirty laundry has been aired?"

"Well...."

"Oh my god," Sam groaned before I could even finish my sentence. "What now?"

"There's something I should probably show you guys."

A/N — I know, I know, I haven't updated in forever. I am really, really sorry about that, I promise I truly am. Like I've said previously, my life has been crazy hectic the past few months, and it's been really difficult finding time to write. Between school, sports, and other stuff it's just really hard. Finals are next week (lol kill me now) so updates probably won't start being consistent again until June :(

Now, on to something much more interesting- CIVIL WAR. HOLY SWEET BABY JESUS WAS IT GOOD. AHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Ok I'm calm(ish). Obviously, the movie has come out and I'm sure many of you have seen it. This book is going to continue on the path I had planned for it, incorporating some of the elements/plot points of the film that I really enjoyed. For the most part, it's going to continue to have a very different plot from that of the movie, because, hey, it's my story.

Again, I'm so sorry for not updating, I'm trying v v hard. Thank you all so much for voting/commenting/sharing, it really does mean the world to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.