@centuriicn || Starter Call
Rebecca had been having such a good day. She was off work, and wasn’t even on call. Things were going well, due to little simple things like remembering not to set off her alarm and having a nice lunch and being relaxed. But now... Well, now Becky didn’t know what to say, or do. Or think. Because she had imagined meeting him before and perhaps this was just a rather lucid hallucination or day-dream.
There had been rumours of course, and then even more than rumours (out-right proof) of her brother being alive. She had followed all stories intently, needing to get every bit of information on him that she could. Yet she had not tried to contact him. ...No, that was a lie. She had tried, but had been too scared to go all the way through with it. What if he didn’t remember her? Or if he was disappointed in her? What if-- Well, there were so many different situations. But now she had managed to run into him, without even trying.
“Bucky?” The name slipped from her, filled with hope and confusion and perhaps a bit of worry.