Hello people!! I had a few movies to choose from, I asked some ppl which movie to choose, but one had to be the winner soooo I hope you like my decision!

Also I didn't have time to make sure there were no typos so pls just be patient when I have time I'll look it over again. ILYY

Please comment and vote <333

   He still could feel her hands tugging on his shirt, though it felt as if it had been forever and a day since she kissed him. 

   Bucky made Yelena and Natasha promise that they'd try, but back then, he made himself swear whenever he could that he'd prove to HYDRA that they didn't own him. And the worst thing about it was the fact that he would never be free of HYDRA's tentacles. 

   They wrapped around him as he slept, touched his mind frequently, haunted him whenever he felt lonely. 

   The weariness of life had now caught up with his two little friends from the Red Room... They'd never be the same, and they were just like him. 

   "Bucky." He heard someone say. Yelena Belova, sitting next to him on his couch. Grabbing the remote. Nudging his shoulder. 

   He flinched away from her touch, zoning back into reality. "Sorry."

   Yelena's eyes tried to hide concern, but he knew that look like the back of his hand. "Bucky..." she trailed off, not finding the right words, or possibly just giving up on them. "Bucky, how on earth do you watch movies with only a sports channel?"

   "There's a DVD player under the TV, and I have some disks in the cabinet," he pointed them out to her.

    "You only use disks?"

    Bucky shrugged. 

   "Oh my gosh," she muttered, crossing the room and pulling open the cabinet to reveal a large assortment of DVD covers filling the shelves inside. "So, you like sci-fi?"

   "Depends. I didn't watch some of them all the way through becuase some of them managed to trigger me."

   "Seriously?"

   "Yeah," Bucky munched on a few pieces of popcorn from the bowl on the coffee table, watching Yelena rummage through the cabinet. She was probably thinking about how horrible it was to watch a movie and get randomly triggered by it. 

   "That's crazy. A few of these don't really look like your style, Bucky."

   "Like what?"

   "Um. Jumanji? Do you watch that?"

   "I heard good things about that one!" Bucky defended, feeling his cheeks flush, even though he wasn't the one who originally owned all of those. "I don't, on a normal day. Those were given to me by my nephew's wife who hid them there to punish her daughter for something she did, I can't remember what, and they just left them there."

   "I wouldn't have left these precious things all alone here, these are some good movies!"

   "I called to ask if they wanted to come pick 'em up, but Dirk told me to keep them, since his daughter doens't want them anymore."

   "Oh. Imagine having a daughter who doesn't like movies," she joked, but her smile instantly faded. Yelena tucked her hair behind her ear and dropped to the floor, sitting there with her head hung, knees up by her chest, and her arms around herself.

   Bucky shot up from the couch, spurred by some invisible force inside himself, and kneeled beside her. "Hey, what's the problem?"
 
   She took a shaky breath, leaning away. "You wouldn't understand."

   "Try me," he challenged, feeling something fiery light up in his chest. He wanted to know so bad what was happening, as confusion swirled in his mind.

   Yelena swallowed. "Interstellar is good, right? I didn't get the chance to watch it yet. Is it alright if we watch it?"

   Striding over between them, Apline leaned on her legs, arching her body against them silently. Out of habit, Bucky stretched his hand over to his cat and petted her head. She flashed her ice-blue eyes up at him. 

   "Yes. Me and Alpine love that one... Does it have anything to do with why you're crying?"

   "I wanna punch someone so badly, Bucky." She spat out, her voice cracking when she got to his name.

   "What happened? What's wrong?" Heart racing, Bucky realized he'd wrapped a supportive arm around her shoulders, and stiffened slightly. Did she want him to pull back?

   Yelena slowly lifted her face and took a long look at Bucky. The fresh, dark rage in her eyes could've made the Winter Soldier's handlers nervous. And then it softened, and suddenly she just looked tired, so tired. "It's just... I'll never know what it feels like to hold my own child, or to binge shows with my daughter. I'll never... have that daughter." 

   She leaned into his arms, and he held her tightly. Bucky wasn't sure how, but he knew there were no words that would comfort her. Having a baby was something she'd never be able to do, and she was angry because of it. 

   Bucky stroked her hair back so it didn't get in her eyes, and noticed how dark the bags under her eyes were. Was she not sleeping well?

   They stayed there like that for however long, he lost track of time, and then Yelena was holding up the Interstellar DVD case. 

   He loaded it into the player, and helped her up. On unsteady legs, she walked over to the couch and buried herself in Bucky's blanket. Her head stuck out the top, and she gave him a slight smile which he returned.

   When he sat down next to her, Yelena handed him the remote, and he turned on the TV and pressed play. As the studio intros started, he leaned forward and gave her her unfinished hot chocolate. She grunted in thanks, starting to sip it as she focused on the screen.

   Bucky looked down at her. She was curled up on her side an propped up by a pillow, her head almost touching his arm. Stray hairs framed her face cutely, and he couldn't resist the urge to tuck one back.

   Her blue eyes flicked to him as his fingers brushed her skin, then back to the TV. "So the earth is dying, in the movie?"

   "Yeah."

   "Bucky what do you have in your attic? Is there a lot of old stuff?"

   He glanced at her, raising a brow, then paused the movie. 

   "Sorry," she muttered. "I just wanted to know, since you mentioned it."

   "It's alright. Basically, everyone who lived in this house left something behind, whether it was on purpose or accidental. I have lamps, picture frames, boxes of old rugs and duvet covers, old photgraphs, military certificates, and some other miscellaneous things stored up there. I think I saw canned fruits last time I was there."

   "Were you the only one in the army out of your family?"

   "No. My dad actually died in service years before I joined, and Oliver also enlisted around the same time as I did."

   "How old were you when your father..."

   "Seventeen."

   He still remembered the vivid smell of dust and antiques that flooded his senses the first time he'd stepped into the attic in decades. The first box he saw was the one dedicated to him, full of old war medals, a yellow telegram, a falling-apart photobook full of scenes from his childhood going into adulthood, framed picture of him in uniform, and a few other items.

   He had imagined his sobbing mother holding the telegram in shaking fingers, and it was all that he could do not to cry as well. All of the yearning for family had come flooding back, and he spent hours rummaging through all the boxes, finding memories they made without him and finding proof that they managed to keep going without him. Even if they were never the same.

   Yelena pressed closer to him, distracting him from the memory and pulling him nback to the present. "Thanks," he whispered, hoping she understood.

   "Mhmm," she nodded, focused on the screen.

   "Aren't you uncomfortable?"

  "Shh!" She told him, draining the last of the hot chocolate. 

   Bucky pulled the popcorn bowl closer and and they shared it, the sounds of crunching filling the air.

   Alpine hopped up onto Bucky's lap and curled up there, and his fingers found her fur immediately. 

   '- Because my dad made a promise,' the words from the TV were softly spoken, but the love behind them was hopeful and steadfast.

   Yelena lifted her head, eyes wide and brimming with tears. "He could've spared them so much pain if he'd listened at the beginning!"

   "I know, he's really stubborn."
 
   Alpine flicked her ears, and every few minutes, she'd open her eyes and stare and the screen. Then she'd close them as if she couldn't care less.

   But she always looked again.