ressurection - bucky barnes (one)
THE blonde girl carefully observed her surroundings from her spot in the corner of the cafe. She watched as tired men and women hurried about, waiting for their morning cups of coffee. Katya had always found an intrigue in watching strangers, people who seemed to have no worries besides catching the subway, or what their boss might yell at them for. She thought it was funny how different other people's lives could be, and liked to create entire back stories for each stranger she saw.
Katya thought back to the first time she had been in her now favorite cafe, and smiled to herself, greatful for what Natasha had done for her. She had taken the blonde under her wing, given her a place to stay, and food to eat. But Nat had also provided Katya with a friend, something she didn't think would be easy to find in her new life.
The young Russian was weary of this unfamiliar place, to say the least, but so far Natasha had done nothing but prove that Katya could trust her. Katya hadn't known what to order from the long list of cappuccinos and mochas and lattes, so she told Natasha to order something for her. The red head reappeared suddenly, with two white mugs in her hands. She smiled at Katya while setting them down.
"I got you a latte, it's just coffee and milk." Katya nodded her head in gratitude, and carefully took a sip. But, the liquid was still scorching hot, and Katya immediately regretted not paying attention to that small detail.
After she got over the ordeal, Natasha asked Katya about herself, about why she had come from Russia and her life back home. Katya knew she couldn't tell any about where she really came from, working for an evil organization that had originated in World War II. Instead, she had carefully crafted herself a backstory. From now on, she was Katya Ivonov, a simple girl from a small Russian town, where she lived with her Grandmother. She'd never had many friends, and so she had a tendency to stick to herself. She had only come to America after her Grandmother died, and there was nothing left for her in Russia.
And there they sat for hours, sipping at their coffee, watching people scurry about, a talking about their previous lives.
Katya was brought back to the present when that same red head slid into the seat in front of her. Natasha placed down her keys and cell phone, and they greeted each other.
This had become a weekly routine for the two of them. Whether their schedules were crammed or they had seen each other the night prior, they always met in the cafe on Fridays to catch up on life. Katya had her own apartment now, and was always busy with either school or work. After she had gotten herself settled down, she'd decided she wanted to become a nurse, so she could help others as much as possible.
A waitress came over to take the girls' orders, and Katya ordered her usual latte, iced this time, while Natasha ordered a chocolate cappuccino. The two women then sat like that for the next couple hours, talking about anything and everything.
Just as Katya had taken a sip of her drink, Natasha leaned back in her seat with a slight smirk. "So, Kat, any new guy friends?" Katya almost spit out her drink all over her friend.
"Come on Nat! You know I'm not like that." Kat exclaimed as she smacked her friend's arm. Sure, Kat had had a few flings over the years, but nothing serious. She wasn't interested in a long term relationship at the moment, seeing as she was working towards her degree while also hiding from a very powerful organization. However Nat kept pressing, the smirk on her face growing slightly wider.
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes, "but what about that one kid you're friends with? Spencer?"
"Figushki, Nat! We are definitely just friends, I absolutely do not see him like that." Kat huffed and leaned back in her seat. Natasha was constantly pestering her to date, and all the blonde could do was try to ignore her. With a quick glance down at her phone, Katya's eyes widened. Time passed by her so quickly, and she had promised a couple of her friends that she would help them study for a big test.
'Friends' is such a funny word, she thought. She had told Natasha when they first met that she never had many friends growing up, and although her memories before 2008 were hazy, she knew that much was true. Or, at least, she thought that much was true. From what she could remember about her time in Russia, she was a loner, for the most part. She didn't talk to many people and definitely wouldn't call anyone she had known a friend. When Katya had arrived in America, she was still very shy and anxious, but Natasha had helped her come out of her shell, which is something else the blonde would have to remember to thank Nat for.
The Russian sighed and looked back up at Natasha. "College isn't as fun as TV made it out to be." She huffed.
The two women rose from their spots in the corner of the cafe, and together, they walked outside into the cool autumn air and bid farewell to each other.
"Kat, I hope you know I'm proud of how far you've come. I just want the best for you." The red head exclaimed. Katya just smiled at her, pulling her in for a hug.
