@oftheline wanted some more pain
It had been something the two of them had done for a while. Bucky would somehow get into Lana’s apartment (presumably through the window) and either force her out of bed or they’d spend the day talking about nothing in particular between naps, and Lana would walk right through Bucky’s door, breaking the lock mechanisms again, bearing food and movies. But since Christmas, there had been a gross amount of distance between them. The brunette could hardly stand it-- she just said what was on her mind, and managed to really mess up.
Figuring that she ought to be the first person to reach out again, she picked up something random from a small Chinese restaurant, grabbing the entire series of Harry Potter, since she thought Bucky liked it. Her breath caught in her throat as she reached his place, but still, she twisted the doorknob, breaking the lock, and let herself in. “Bucky! I got food and... Perry Hatter-- wait, no, Harry Potter!” Setting the food down, she shut the door behind her. “Bucky?! I--” Eyes widening as she took in the appearance of another woman, another scantily clad woman, her mouth dropped open, hands dropping the movies. She hadn’t expected this; not the visitor, nor the way her stomach turned into a knot at the sight of her.
“You... You’re not Bucky.”
