human
In Search of One Man
The Winter Soldier x The Phoenix
Name: Penelope "Phoenix"
Age: Unknown
Organization: For hire
Species: Human Mutant
Handing the file over to him, Natasha smiled confidently. "All I could dig up on his case." She looked at Steve as he flipped open the cover to the folder. "I uhm..." She said, hesitating. "I think I know someone who can help you." Digging into her pocket, she pulls out a small piece of paper and slips it in the file. Steve looks at it, puzzled, as he stared at just numbers. "It's a P.O. box..." She paused before admitting, "To Phoenix, and not the city in Arizona." Natasha chuckled lightly at herself before continuing. "You leave your contact information in there, and she will find you. You don't go to Phoenix, Phoenix comes to you. And if there's anyone qualified to find Bucky, it's her."
Steve's mouth dropped slightly. "Phoenix? Penelope Phoenix?" A woman most well known for being a ghost, was now just at arms reach, via a mail box, right here in New York City.
Knowing full well Phoenix was a well-known criminal on SHIELD's active radar, any information relating to locating the vigilante would be used to arrest her. Realizing this could put Phoenix in jeopardy at the mercy of SHIELD, Natasha looks down. "She's a friend of mine. A good person. Don't make me regret it."
Immediately understanding, Steve looked at Natasha and nodded. "Thank you." He says with deep sincerity. Those two simple words were proof enough that Phoenix's information and identity was safe, and secret, even within the hands of Captain America. Those two simple words were a statement to Steve and Natasha's everlasting friendship.
Giving Rogers one last kiss on the cheek, she smiled at him and left the cemetery.
* * * * * * * * * *
Steve approached the PO box with nothing but empty hands and a cross bag. The box was one in a line of hundreds near a subway station. He stared at it, wondering how he'd open the thing. Realizing he could just slip his information through the cracks, Steve moved to do just that. Right as he was about to slip HYDRA secretphoto of Bucky, the photograph was plucked right from his fingers.
Sunglasses on, dressed in a black trench coat and strutting in black high heels, I looked like a model straight off a fresh runway. As I approached my box, I instantly see the very recognizable Captain America standing before the rows and rows of mailboxes. Before he would manage to get the photo in the box, I snatched it from his hand and continue to walk past him, as if nothing had happened.
Rogers, looking wide-eyed and confused, just stood there in awe as he watched this mysterious vixen strut away from him. "Uh-" He mumbles.
"Denied." I refuse the case, tossing the photograph of Bucky in confinement right over my shoulder as I continued to walk away.
The photo fluttered to the ground and Steve went to pick it up. Unimpressed, I could feel his eyes burning at the back of my head. "Just like that?" He growled.
"Just like that." I assured.
"Wha- wait!" He quickly realized I was being serious, and came running after me. Grabbing onto my arm firmer than any gentlemen should, Steve spun me around to talk to me. "Please! I'm asking for you to help me. He's my best friend. A brother; a good man."
In a sudden fit of rage, I ripped off my sunglasses to look Rogers dead in the eyes. "Do you not understand that he doesn't want to be found?" Steve had a blank expression on his face. He seemed more confused than ever, as he watched my eyes well up with tears. "Do you see this?" Pointing to my hazel eyes, which were beginning to water, "This is the pain I felt when I touched his photograph...Hispain."
Rogers seemed stunned. He looked down at the photograph, and for a split second, it seemed like he felt that pain too. "What can I do to help him?"
Taking a breath in, I tried to contain my acquired emotions. Placing my sunglasses back on, "Let him breathe." I said firmly. "Let him come toyou." Although I meant those words, I was compelled to search for this individual regardless of what I felt he needed. Seemingly changing my mind, I calmly took the photo back from Rogers and slipped my hand, without hesitation, into his cross bag. Pulling out Bucky's entire file, I confirmed to him, "I work alone."
gpt
Age: 97
Organization: Former Howling Commando; Ex-Hydra
Current location: Puhja, Estonia
Species: Human; enhanced with bionic arm
Confusion. Anger. Fear. Loss. Sadness.
His life had been so simple until that man from his past had broke something open in his brain. Something like a wall which had been built up to keep things simple. But that wall which kept things simple was what made him angry. And sad. But that wall, it kept all those emotions away. And then he'd wish it'd come back. And then he felt the fear. Fear of that wall, keeping him from being who he was and then he wondered who he could have been and he felt everything.
Going from feeling nothing to everything was almost too much so he did what he'd been trained to do. He gave himself missions and with every Hydra agent he ended, he felt less angry for a time. But it always came back, the emotions he didn't know how to handle and he'd remember another Hydra base. And he'd go and kill and he'd be okay and then the flood of emotions. It was a vicious cycle and one he was currently trapped in and had no idea how to get out of it.
It had been months since the events at SHIELD headquarters and his memories were still so jumbled they didn't tie in with each other. Scents, sights, sounds, pictures and random people brought back random memories. But he couldn't make sense of them. He knew who he was. He knew what his name was supposed to be and he thought once he knew who he had been, things would fall into place. Of course it wasn't that simple.
February was cold in Estonia but he liked it. The cold was nerve wracking as it brought back memories of being frozen and in the cryochamber. But for now it kept people inside and he didn't stand out being bundled up, his mouth covered and gloves covering his hands.
There were no Hydra bases nearby. He'd fallen off the map. He didn't want to continue down that road anymore. It helped for a time but he'd seen enough death and violence to last him more than a lifetime. He'd shown up with a handful of blood money he'd taken from Hydra and the elderly woman who he'd given $10,000.00 to had asked no questions nor required any paperwork when she handed him a set of keys for an apartment on the top floor.
It had a bed, shower, heat, fridge and stove. He didn't need anything else. Nobody bothered him. Nobody expected anything of him. He was free to suffer through his nightmares and memories without prying eyes or judgement. Sometimes he wanted someone to be there with him, he'd remembered the blonde man before he was big. They'd lived together for a bit, been close friends. And someone Bucky could talk to and trust. It was tempting to try and seek him out but he wasn't ready, he didn't need someone who knew him with certain expectations of who he'd been and what he should be.
He'd been in Estonia for about three weeks. Things had been calm but after arriving back to the apartment something felt off. Different. The air was different. Someone was in there. He unlocked the door as casually as he always would and pushed it open, he reached over and flicked the lights on, his eyes scanned the room as he shut the door behind himself then walked deeper into the small apartment and grabbed the gun he'd hidden in a jacket hanging just off the main entrance. He cocked the gun, the sound echoing through the room. Im done with Hydra. If you're with them then walk out and that'll be that, he leaned against the wall, there was nothing but a wall and table behind him, no place for anyone to hide.
human
When I looked for someone, especially an individual of such high profile, they were either in one of two places - within the area/state, or at the complete opposite end of the world. Those were the two options, and they were not usually far in between. Unfortunately, to my dismay, in this particular case, it was the latter. Word of the Winter Soldier had covered every headline, newsfeed, and radio station across the nation. His picture, one from the 1930s of trusty Bucky Barnes, was now plastered across every television screen from New York to Texas. Where had the infamous sidekick of Captain America gone to? How was he alive, and how had he survived? These were the same questions mutually shared by both strangers of the general public, and even Barne's closest friends.James "Bucky" Barnes. Even I, rolling that name off the tip of my tongue, had longed for the answers to those questions.
This was no simple case. With the HYDRA bank accounts drained to the payoff of any witness - I couldn't just willingly obtain my information, I had to forcibly take it.
* * *
Slipping the man a pictureof the Commander from his glory days, I watched as the Russian hawked at it. "Never see him." He spat out in a thick, salivating East-Slavic accent.
Looking at him unimpressed, I maintained a straight face. "No?" I said, practically in total sarcasm as I slipped him another photo, snapped at one of the scenes that had unfolded in downtown New York City. Thisonewas up to date. "What about him?"
With the utmost attitude, the fat, bald-headed drug dealer glared at me with the most distaste. Without even looking at the photo, he stared me dead in the face and responded. "Nothing."
Sighing, I took both photos back. "Mr. Petrov... I told you we could do this easy way..." His two armed body guards clenched at their guns harder - anticipating the worst. Slipping both pictures back into my coat, I muttered. "Or the hard way." Retracting my hand out of my coat, I launched a knife into one of the guards throat. The blade pierced his jugular and within a second of my first attack, his second guard raised his weapon and fired. The bullet missed my head and struck my back. But I didn't fall, nor did I stop moving.
The remaining guard continued to fire. I stood silent for a moment, allowing this sad excuse for a protector to get his fire-rage out of his system. And there I was, still standing. Turning around, the Russian looked terrified, as so did his trusted wingman. "You done?" Over a dozen shells had been shed before his gun clicked; he was on empty. They both watched in horror as my body rejected the attack. One by one, in the order they were fired, bullets were pushed out of my skin only to fall on the floor. Clack. Clack. Clack. Within several seconds, all of them had fallen from my body and had fallen flat on the ground. One bullet rolled to the foot of the guard. Looking down, he swallowed roughly. By the time he would raise his head to look back at me, he'd already be dead.
Blade in hand, I swung forward and slashed his throat. Blood began to streak out of the slit in his neck before the man fell to his knees and face-planted on the floor. The Russian, slouched back in his chair behind his dingy desk, began to pee himself. "Vhat are you?"
Swinging my body towards him, I grabbed his hand and slammed the blade through his palm. I trapped his hand to the wooden top of the table; he was unable to move, and unable to escape. Mr. Petrov squirmed in pain as his hand bled out onto his desk. "I see him. I see him!" He admits, without me even having to say a single word. Without him even admitting anything, the connection made by touching his hand was enough for me to look into his memories and witness the Winter Soldier paying him for a plane ride somewhere.
"Where was he trying to fly to?" I demanded answers, holding onto the handle of the blade with one hand, and maintaining skin-to-skin contact with Mr. Petrov with my other hand.
He flinched, "I don't kn-" I began to twist the blade in the palm of his hand. He squirmed like a freshly decapitated worm. Hollering in pain, he kicked the table in sheer reaction. "Russia! RUSSIA!"
Seeing further into his memories, I could hear Mr. Petrov saying, 'from there you can take the train'. "TRAIN, PETROV, WHERE WAS HE GOING?" Pulling the blade from his palm, I swiftly grabbed onto the other unharmed hand. I drove my knife into the palm of that one, also pinning it to the table.
His body shook violently as he shrieked and cussed in Russian. "ESTONIA!" He cried out, "He was going to Estonia!" Petrov breathed a sigh of relief as I pulled the knife from his other hand. He looked up at me, helpless and broken, holding out both of his crucified hands, bloody and wounded. He had been defeated.
"Bullets are useless, here." My voice echoed from the enclosed space I was in. The closet? Nope. The bathroom. Of all places I could have put myself, I was confined within the four walls of the tiny room you called a bathroom. Opening the door, I swung it further open with my foot to reveal myself. Staring at the mirror, I held the ready lipstick in my hands and rolled another layer onto my plump lips. Looking over my shoulder briefly, my cat-like amber eyes caught sight of you for the first time. "Your arm, though..." I looked you up and down, focusing my attention on your gloved hands which serve to shield your bionic identity. "...That might be a challenge." I spoke English fluently, but with a light Indo-European accent. I was known for being a ghost; impossible to track, to pin down and to locate.
I had been a master of disguise for decades and mostly in part due to my ability to perfectly mimic accents, and cater my appearance to further my goals. Usually, it was easiest to maintain an American accent while mostly situated in New York, but in this moment I felt a sense of relief upon seeing you for the first time. And for whatever reason, as my lips parted to speak, I spoke naturally - with the rightful accent I had acquired as a child, and mostly maintained throughout my life. Because it had faded some over the years, it was difficult to tell if the origin of my tongue was Slavic, or Italic-Latin.
Before you could react, I turned around from the mirror and raised my hand as if to gesture you to stop. "I'm not here to fight you. I'm not HYDRA." Leaning my back against the sink, I kept a confident and sturdy demeanor as I casually placed the cap on my red liptstick and slipped the cosmetic into the pocket of my black-woolcoat. "I am simply a woman who has been urged to find you. For my own curiosity, and to prove to myself that I could, Idid." Pausing momentarily, I continued, "You've really taken to great lengths to disappear...Estonia. Never would have guessed you'd run off to Northern Europe." Smirking lightly, I pushed myself from the sink and walked towards you. Each step I took was followed by the clap of my heeledboots, which were barely appropriate neither for the harsh Estonian winters, nor did they match the current time period. They had a certain vintage flare to them, despite it currently being the 21st century.
As I walked towards you, I raised both hands to the walls and dragged my fingers delicately across the short hallway as I moved towards the kitchen. I wasn't purposely being strange and somewhat creepy - I was picking up the memories experienced from within these walls. Dropping my hands from the Gyprock, "I can still hear the cries of the newborn from the previous tenants." Closing my eyes, "The baby; he's hungry, and alone."
gpt
Hearing a woman's voice would have surprised most, but he'd known women to be more dangerous than men when it came to the spy game. Or the game of assassins. His guard didn't lower, even when he saw her. She was beautiful. Her body perfect. Her clothing impeccable. She drew the colour across her lips and spoke of his arm. That didn't surprise him either. She'd broken into his apartment and was smart enough not to attack him face on. Smart on her part. Of course she knew who he was.
It would depend on what you're bringing to the ring, he pointed out. Of course his arm caused a problem for many adversaries but if she was here alone and said bullets were useless, he'd take her for her word. This world wasn't what it was before he'd gone off to war. Superheroes and aliens and people with unexplainable skills and talents were growing in population. Not much surprised him. He flicked the safety on the gun and tossed it onto the table. If you say bullets are useless, he pulled off his gloves and shoved each into the pocket of his jacket.
He was popping the buttons of jacket open when she continued. Good. I've had enough of violence but not enough to go down without a fight, he informed her and slid the thick jacket from his shoulders and tossed it onto the back of a dining room chair before letting his gaze drift back to the mystery woman. Captain America, he said and toed off his boots, usually he left them by the doorway but he didn't know what he'd be facing when he came face to face with who'd snuck into his apartment. Why doesn't that surprise me, he mumbled and knocked the boots against the wall and out of the way.
Close to Russia, where it all started. Figured nobody would be bothered to look this close, he shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly as he watched her walking towards him. Part of him, the trained assassin part of him, was screaming at him to grab the gun and just fire a few shots and put an end to whatever this was. But he restrained. He didn't want violence anymore. It was inevitable to make an appearance again, but for now. He just wanted to figure out who he was and he needed time for that.
As she spoke of a baby he narrowed his eyes, his brows furring in confusion and he looked around, almost comically. Then he figured this was part of her special abilities which made her not fear bullets and think it was fine to come into the apartment of the Winter Soldier alone.
Did he die? Bucky asked, his expression becoming neutral as he watched her then stepped away from the wall and over to the fridge. He grabbed a carton of orange juice and then a glass from the cupboard. I don't have alcohol or anything too fancy, your choice are actually this and water, he said and poured himself a glass then lifted it to his lips and took a few mouthfuls.
So, you used that to find me? He asked, motioning towards his own head as a reference. That... whatever you're using to hear a baby crying? You used it to find me? What is it exactly? he asked, moving his hand in a circular motion around his skull, assuming her ability was more on the mental or telepathic side rather than actually physical.
human
"I figured by this day and age you are aware that humans no longer suffice in this world, and that there are powers much greater than the normality of humanity. The world wanted better, and slowly after the Second World War, a wave of evolution surfaced. Mutants of all walks of life began to publicize their newfound genetic modifications and soon, there was controversy. Now what the military longed for decades had become a reality... And a fear. A threat." Pausing as I watched you undress, I was not shy to feast my eyes on the arm that had gained such a shattered reputation. "Like you, I am modified. While you were enhanced physically by HYDRA, I was tortured by my own body; my genetics." I have a shallow, broken smile as I looked down slightly, coming to remember how difficult it was for me when my mutation emerged at a young age. And how alone I felt.
"The child is alive." I assured without hesitation. Still able to access a fragment of its life, I could feel its presence in this city still survived. "But his parents aren't." I winced as I tried to further telepathically bond to the baby. It was easier than Adams adult, because the baby did not yet have a defined will or identity. Seeming slightly disturbed, "He is confused, and afraid. His mother was murdered in front of him. His father never returned for him. He's already dead." Although I was soft-spoken, I didn't show much sign of emotion, despite the horrific scene I was describing. Taking a breath, "I guess some would call it a gift." Talking about my mutation, "I on the other hand, feel it will always be a curse."
As I stepped closer, my body moved in strides - like a model on a runway. "Orange juice." I chose proudly. "Water is boring." I was trying to be cheeky, despite the weird situation. I looked at the orange juice but before you could pour be a glass, I interrupted you. "No." I denied, "I want yours." Grinning, almost with the same expression as a smart ass, I motioned to the glass you had just put to your lips. "You think a trained intelligence like me would take anything less than the juice you drank?" I was referring to the fact that the drink with the least chance of poison was one you would drink yourself. "Unless you're on a suicide mission, I'm assuming it's not poisoned." Smiling, I gracefully, almost seductively, pulled the glass from your hand. As I did so, I brushed my fingers delicates on your hand. Tapping into your psyche the moment I took the glass, the expression on my face changed some playful to disturbed. Within a second, I became weak. The glass slipped from my hands as I unconsciously released it from my grasp.
I could see nothing but a foggy haze; all at the same time feeling a sense of commotion and chaos. The sensation was indescribable, almost nauseating as I felt my head spin. The sound of gunfire echoed through my head. 'Kill. Kill. Kill.' Whisper after whisper, I could see the commands pouring in. And then the pain. The screams. Surges of electricity sweeping over me like a violent seizure.
But this was all in my head. In reality, I wasn't swaying in agony. I wasnt screaming like I wanted to. I stood still in front of you, my eyes fixated on the glass of orange as it dislodged from my trembling hands and began its slow-motion descent towards the ground. As it fell, I saw you. In the cold winter of 1945, as you fell from the grip of the train rail and the presence of Captain America and fell towards the icy Soviet river.To the end of the line.
Snapping out of the cluster of distorted memories, my eyes returned to you. The colour in my face had drained. It was as if I had seen a ghost.
gpt
He was slightly amused with how she asked for the glass he'd drank from, he couldn't blame her though. He was sure most of the world had an idea of what type of human he was. But he didn't want to be that. Not anymore. His hands were stained with the blood of the innocent people he'd murdered. The people who'd fought for good and had gotten on Hydra's radar in a bad way. He'd thought drenching himself in the blood of Hydra would erase the guilt but it didn't. It didn't do anything.
I'm not going to hurt you, he assured, handing her the glass. And if I wanted to, I don't think poison has ever been my forte, he pointed out and was about to turn from her to grab himself a new glass but paused when he saw the change in her facial features.
Metal fingers clinked against the glass as he caught it when it slid from her fingers and he set it on the counter by his right side. His blue eyes never left her face as he tried to get a read on what was going on. Her fingers touching his, her running her hands along the wall to get a feel for the people who'd lived there before, years ago. He'd figured she was seeing something from his past. And considering the way she's been when tapping into the child, and figuring out what had happened in his life, her demeanour hadn't changed then, but now. Now she looked as though she was seeing the part of his life which had come after the fall.
When her eyes met his he searched her gaze. A gift and a curse, there's a very thin line between the two, he said quietly and reached out to touch her shoulder then hesitated. He didn't want to make her see something from his past again and cause her more distress. Why don't you sit? he motioned towards the chair by the table. He would offer a seat on the sofa but he didn't have one. Never bothered with it. There wasn't a TV or anything else to make the place really feel like a home.
He picked up the glass of orange juice and set it on the table, the one already filled with juice which he'd taken a drink of and caught when she dropped it. He grabbed another glass from the cupboard and filled it with juice as well then took a seat at the table and looked to her. What'd you see? He asked, raising the fresh glass to his lips and took a few sips before setting it on the table and let the fingers of his flesh hand run of the simple design. The glass was now cool from the juice.
He was curious to what she saw. So much of what he could remember, the flashes he saw and the random memories were depressing and most made no sense yet. But sometimes he woke from a nightmare, he'd walk through a mission. See the people he'd killed and hear his handler's voice in his head, whispering and instructing. But they were never good. He wasn't at the point where he could remember anything before the train. Even though he used the computer to try and read up on James Buchanan Barnes. Nothing jogged his memory, no clear memories anyway. He just wanted something happy to remember.
When he dreamt of the train, it was the hardest. He knew what was coming and he could feel the cold air ripping breath from his lungs as his fingers, numb, reached for Captain America. Desperate, he was so desperate and scared. And then he was falling and he just wanted to feel the grip of Captain America, keeping him from plummeting to the ground but it never came. Instead ice and cold and metal and fear became his life. If he'd only reached a little further... but it was never enough. And he knew what his future held when he had the dream. But he could never change it.
human
Ignoring most of what you said about the gift vs. curse, I followed you as you sat at the small kitchen table. I wasn't ready to answer that just yet, so I simply moved on to other subjects. Sinking into the chair, I began to pull my coat off of my shoulders. "Do you mind?" Although I asked the question, I didn't exactly wait for a response before completely making myself comfortable and removing the coat. I let it fall behind me, so that it draped naturally on the back of the chair. Like a true lady, I crossed my right leg over my left, revealing my feminine mannerism and mostly, my feminine physique. Behind the thick wool of that jacket was a petite frame, hugged by the wonders of a little blackdress. The dress too, was rather vintage. Very 40s-esque, although recently; that was making a heavy fashion comeback.
"You were subjected to electric convulsion therapy (ECT)." I cringed, running my thumbs over the tips of my fingers. I could still feel the sparks of electricity trickling through my veins. Bringing my hand to my head, I rubbed my temples briefly and closed my eyes. I wasn't actually reading anything currently, I was still trying to overcome the sensation, even after break of contact. "It's a type of treatment normally used for major depression, but if used in excess and in extreme, it can cause brain damage." Taking a slow breath, my eyes searched to meet yours as you poured another glass.
Amidst my vulnerability, the state of weakness in the moment I'm reading, you still just stood there. Surprised, I wondered why you didn't take the opportunity to kill me; or at least disarm me enough to allow time to escape and run off again. Yet here I stood. Staring at the blue eyes that carried so much more depth than just the colour of the iris. They were a window to the world; a window to the soul. And as I looked at them, I could see you - all of you. Even the emotional parts that most people believe is nonexistent. This wasn't a psychopath - someone without empathy. You were just a man, lost somewhere between two centuries.
Briefly looking down, I tried to string together the words for the answer to that question carefully. Quickly coming to a response best suited, I replied. "I saw a state of limbo." My demeanour returned to normal as the sensation passed from my mind. Regained a confident posture, I continued. "Whatever HYDRA did to you, they did it to ruin you. Ruin your mind. The ECT torture, where combined with hypnotism can turn into brainwashing. It has erased a chunk of your past, though I'm sure I don't need to tell you that." Pausing, I took the glass of orange juice from your hand again and brought it to my red lips. My eyes still fixated on you, I kept a solid stare as I took a gulp. Swallowing the juice, I added afterwards, "Because you are missing fragments of your mind, it's difficult for me to see clear memories. What I do see transmits like more of a bombardment of voices, noises, scattered scenes and emotions, feelings, and sensations. I can feel pain just as intensely as when it was experienced. Emotional and physical." I gave a weak and unjustified smile. "It's how I know you underwent intense ECT. I could feel in it my skin, in my head. I could even feel your body convulse as your brain reactively begins a seizure in attempt to protect itself from such horrific harm."
"It really is a curse, but rarely, it is also a gift." I rolled my Rs intricately with my words. Unashamed of the language I was born and the accent I carried, I made no efforts to conceal my cultural identity. "It can be used to cause people great agony, including myself." I smirked, but the gesture soon transformed into a smile. "But it can also be used to seewonderfulmemories." For the first time all night, I beamed a radiance I lacked previously. "The mind is a beautiful disaster. It latches onto memories that are cemented through meaning and emotion. But what's most remarkable, it not what it stores, but what it chooses to store... What the mind finds meaning in. For some, it's the moment they held their child for the first time in their arms. For others, something as simple as taking in the morning sun." Pausing, I gave a sincere smile. "Happiness is objective. It's what makes each individual's mind and memories unique."
gpt
Not at all, he responded when she asked if he minded if she took off her jacket. The jacket was hiding what he'd expected. Her body was perfect. Any part of her could draw a weaker man to do whatever she wanted. He wasn't a weak man but he was a man and though he hadn't outright dropped his gaze to get a decent look at her chest or hips he did catch a glimpse. And her confidence, the way she moved with seductive confidence... she knew she could pull it off because she could. She could probably even get a high ranking Hydra agent to do what she wanted with only a hint of sexual innuendo.
When she went on to talk about the ECT he didn't say anything, he allowed her to speak but let out a scoff at brain damage. Or it'll completely wipe away memories and how to be a human when used correctly, he offered, his voice bitter with a hint of maliciousness in his tone. He dropped his gaze from hers and let out a breath then picked up his juice and drank down another mouthful.
I remember that part, he said with a slow nod of his head. I remember everything about it. Well, the first parts. Eventually everything just goes to black but the chair, the straps, the sounds... he trailed off and flicked his gaze to her. I'm sorry you had to feel it. Even if it was through my memory, he spoke honestly. It was truly something he'd feel pity for even a Hydra agent having to go through... unless it was one who'd strapped in down of course.
It's strange, isn't it? The way you can just open up to stranger. I have no idea why you're here, or who actually sent you since you haven't confirmed if it was the good ol'Star Spangled hero for the US of A or not but here we are, he shook his head almost with an amused smirk on his face and the index finger of his right hand on the lip of his glass and started to spin it slowly.
The sound the glass made as it moved over the wood was almost loud amongst the silence in the room and cold stillness outside. He flicked his gaze back towards her face when she began speaking once more. He listened intently, trying to get a grasp on what she was actually doing here. He winced when she talked again about the ECT, he hated that thing. It was his biggest fear. Anything else he could handle. Torture? Bring it on. Fight to the death? Alright. But that chair? A shiver ran down his spine and he sat up a little straighter in his chair as he looked at her. It was the worst, he admitted quietly and licked over his lower lip. A habit he was beginning to show randomly, one he may have had from before the war.
As she spoke about happiness and her ability he again listened silently. Allowing her to speak her peace without interruption. You're special. Not many people in this world can do what you can, no matter how many advanced humans are out there, he pointed out. Can you control what you see? He wondered, his gaze focused intently on her face now. Or is it completely out of your control what you see when you touch someone? He asked, curious about this stranger in the place he'd hoped would someday become a home.
You haven't told me your name yet, he realized and voiced the revelation at the same time. I'm going to assume you do know mine though. Since you've sought me out, he rested both arms on the table, she'd seen his arm and spoken of it. He was just used to trying to make sure it was out sight. Part of him hated it, part of him loved it. It made him stronger than he would be with just the experiments they'd done to him but it was also given to him to make him a better weapon to further Hydra's agenda.
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Hearing you mention Captain American once again, I scoffed, "Hero? Is that what they're calling them now?" I muttered under my breath, realizing I was both politically incorrect and being rude. Instantly reacting, I corrected myself. "I'm sorry." I closed my eyes briefly and shook my head. Raising my hands before you as a gesture of apology. "Americans love their war veterans." Condescendingly spewing nonsense, I tried to regain control, "I have trouble understanding- ..." Hesitating as I only dug my grave deeper, I tried to damage control but evidently, was failing. "I mean- Nevermind." For the first time, my composed, articulate demeanour had failed me.
Completely reverting the conversation to a different route, "Steve Rogers came to me asking me to find you. I guess he knew if I wouldn't find you, no one could." Smiling proudly, "SHIELD hates me. I am always 10 steps in front of them. I have never failed at finding someone, even when I find them dead." I bit my lip lightly, almost like a nervous tick of some sort. "I denied the Captain's request, but uhm..." I rose from my chair and abandoned it. Walking out of the kitchen, I disappeared into your bedroom, and came back with a thick file folder in hand. Moving towards you, I held the folder with one hand, and with the other, pulled my chair closer to you. Rather than sitting across the table, I was sitting on the corner, right next to you. Taking a seat again, I continued, "When I touched a picture of you..." Sighing lightly, I pulled out the picture Steve had given me. The one where you were frozen. I placed my hand gently on yours, and slipped the glass from out of your light grip. Pushing it aside, I replaced it with the photo. "... I felt someone who was lost, and alone." Retracting my hand slowly, I got lost in a gaze fixated on your blue eyes. "Someone likeme."
I tried to push back the memories of World War II to the back of my mind. It had been some of the worst memories of my life. Giving a weak smile, one that revealed hurt and scarring - one that revelled in the pain of the past - I cleared my thoughts.
"It is both controllable and uncontrollable." If there was anyone who could confuse, it was me. "I can search for something specific, so in that sense I can control it. But if I bond with someone, especially emotionally, it becomes harder to separate my mind from their own." I was riddled with that aspect of my ability. It has served as a main reason I distanced myself from people, and lived my life alone. "Its kind of a double-edged sword. The stronger the connection I have with someone, the clearer the memories are." Thinking about you, I added, "Memories are never truly gone. They can get lost within the mind, but they are never erased."
Turning my focus to a more casual discussion, I responded softly, "My name is Penelope." My smile this time was more confident and brighter. But that smile only lasted a couple of seconds before it washed right off my face. "I didnt find you for Rogers. I did it for myself." Sliding the folder towards you, I cleared my throat. "I wanted you to have this. It's everything I could find on you. From HYDRA records, to newspaper clippings. It's all in here. As far as America knows, not even The Phoenix could find you."
The hesitation in my voice could be sensed. "My mission is complete. Case closed." Standing up suddenly, I snatched my coat off of the chair and headed for the door.
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While she seemed genuinely unable to control her words he couldn't help the amused smile that slipped onto his face. She seemed easy to be around. And he was enjoying it. Even though the conversation was kind of heavy at times. I don't have any ties to them. Well... I have ties but I don't remember him. Or them. Or anybody but so you don't have to worry about me becoming offended, he said, unable to keep his chuckle quiet.
The conversation change didn't go unnoticed since he'd been enjoying watching her fumble but he was happy to hear she was here more because of Rogers than anything else. Rogers he knew was at least looking for him to bring him back alive, so it wasn't much of a threat. But when she walked out of the room after saying she'd denied him, he peaked up. He was curious as to what information was coming now. He watched her return as well and move the chair. His eyes dropped down to the picture and he inhaled sharply seeing himself frozen. He'd never seen it before.
Plus the feeling of her skin against his drew his attention to their hands... and then she was retracting her hand and part of Bucky wanted to ask her to leave it. The most skin to skin contact he's had was getting beat by Hydra agents or poked and prodded by Hydra agents. He was starved of touch. And her hand on his was the first time he'd felt human touch without malice. It kept him distracted for a moment, but he heard the words she spoke and his gaze flicked from hands to her eyes.
He saw the hurt and scarring in her eyes but she began to speak before he could say anything and what could he say? He wasn't exactly an expert on pep talks. Or talking at all really. A lot of what he was right now was because of watching other people interact and TV and the internet.
That's reassuring, I wouldn't mind remembering some happy things about my life, he said with a light smile and lifted the glass to his lips to finish off his orange juice. So if you bond with someone you can basically hear what they think whenever they think it? he asked, tilting his head curiously. I can understand how that would suck, he offered, nodding slowly. He wouldn't want to have to hear what was in his own brain if he could help it.
Her confidence brought the smile to his face again and he was surprised to hear she'd found him for herself rather than for Rogers, but it was comforting. He didn't need to pack up and leave. He was starting to feel familiar with this place. For now. Bucky's eyes gazed down at the folder and he nodded as she spoke.
When she said the case was closed he frowned and lifted his gaze then stood and walked after her towards the door. Penelope, you don't have to be lost and alone. I mean, we could just be lost together. For a bit, he said and bit his bottom lip and let it scrap free from between his teeth. I just... I haven't had a lot of chances to talk to people. People who understand what it's like... to be different. Stay? For another glass of juice at least? He asked and stared at her. Hoping she would stay.
He was lonely. And scared. And lost. And alone. But he didn't want to be any of those, not anymore. And the way she spoke with him, Bucky had a feeling she was experiencing the same emotions.
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Happiness was not a topic I liked to talk about. In fact, your comment had made me so profoundly saddened, that I didn't even have words to respond to it. Instead, I ignored it, because it was the only thing I could do. Skipping straight to the next subject, I spoke more thoroughly about my powers. If I wanted to, yes, I could. And in recent years, I've been able to keep my mind linked to bonded people at great distances even miles, if not countries away from me. Smiling lightly, Some people call it romantic I chuckled lightly, evidently finding myself more amusing than I probably should. But with a lot of years experience and will-power, I have trained myself to turn off connections. So rather than being overwhelmed with memories, thoughts, and emotions of a bonded individual, I'm capable of controlling what information gets filtered through. Shaking my head lightly, I started to realized this was becoming difficult to explain. It's complicated... I smiled lightly, looking down as I brought my hand to my head. My telepathy and clairvoyance still manages to surprise me to this day.
Despite conversing for far too long than I should have in the short time I had found you in your small dingy apartment, I had revealed to you more information than I had ever revealed to anyone before. Being in your presence suddenly meant that I would lose all of my formal training the gutt-instinct that allowed me the ability to stay so cold, so distant, and so disconnected from all of my targets, and just generally anyone around me. But the relation I felt to you was indescribable. And it had all started the moment Steve Rogers handed me that picture.
I had said too much. I had stayed too long.
Standing in front of the door, I felt your body move to chase me. My head down, I stared at the chipped paint that split across the entire frame of the doorway. For a second, I considered staying; even never leaving. It was a profound sensation within me; one that I craved recently more than anything in the world. Companionship. Maybe that was what brought me here all along.
'We could just be lost together'.Those words stung more than you knew. Instinctively, I reach behind me to stop you from pursuing me. Accidentally, or maybe subconsciously purposely, I grabbed your wrist. Seeing an ocean of empty memories, I felt a piece of my heart break at that moment. My eyes began to water, but I closed them to ensure I wouldn't share a single tear.
My back still towards you, my hand still gripping your wrist, I took a deep breath. Sometimes... I was slow with forming this sentence, as I was trying to be delicate with the situation. Sometimes, in life, when there's nothing happy to remember, you have to create your own happiness. I slowly turned around, allowing my hand to slip down from your wrist to your hand; gently running my fingers over it before moving it to grip the doorknob behind me. Make your own memories, just so that the next day, you have something to smile about when you wake up in the morning. I gave a sad, but genuine smile. These were the words of my father; a man who lost everything, and still had the energy to wake up every morning, andlove life.
Click.The door made a prominent sound as the latch unlocked itself to the turning of the knob.
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Bucky felt an odd sense of nervousness as she stood in front of the door. So much time alone and then to have her show up and it had only been minutes they'd spent talking, half hour maybe. But he felt a connection with her, a connection he'd not experienced yet with anyone before. He wasn't outright seeking friendship, but this had just happened and he wanted her to stay.
As he stood behind her, preparing to open his mouth to plead his case but then her hand was around his wrist and he froze, his eyes glued to the back of her head. He wondered if she was seeing something. And if she seeing something what it was she was seeing.
Her words made sense, they did. Until she smiled at him. You're not happy, he said, his gaze intense as his eyes bore into her. You keep yourself closed off so you don't have to feel bonded but a life of being alone and sad isn't... it's not a good one, he said quietly, he wasn't great with words or being delicate. He wasn't sure about the words he was speaking because he was alone too. And not happy. But he wanted to try.
He just didn't feel ready to get himself thrown into the world yet. Dealing with the aftermath of what he'd done as the Winter Soldier. And people finding out Bucky Barnes, Captain America's side-kick was still alive. He was hiding, he could admit it. But he was sick and tired of being alone.
I spent the last 70 years having every possible choice taken from me. I can't stand here and tell you not to go. I don't want you too. But just so you know, if you wanna come find me again. I wouldn't mind some company, he offered and gave her a light smile.
The latch clicked and his gaze was drawn to it and he leaned his shoulder against the wall, his face shifting into a frown. Are you going to tell anyone where I am? He asked, drawing a blank on how to get her to stay. And he didn't want to force her. If she wanted leave then it should be her choice.
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"There's something you have to understand about me, James, I'll never be happy. It's just not in God's plan for me." I said in a distressed but rushed manner as I exhaled, just wanting to escape this conversation and situation. The truth was, I didn't want to hear the truth. You weren't wrong in anything you said about me. I knew I tortured myself through isolation, but it was for the best. Even if the best was at the expense of my own happiness, and maybe partially my sanity.
I listened to your words closely and carefully. I empathized with you immensely, and had no excuses left to give you for my runaway. I was in the same mindset as you were when you left New York, except I've been trapped in this hellhole of a life cycle for my whole life. My eyes fell to the ground as i processed the thought of you spending the last 70 years as a virtually zombie killing machine. "Me too..." I whispered to myself as my hands came over my eyes to shield my face. Head down, I tried not to remember the death toll that plague my existence, but it was undeniable.
Removing my hand from my eyes and taking a deep breath, "No." I said firmly. "I'm not here right now. I never found you. I was lead in circles and eventually hit multiple dead ends. As far as Rogers is concerned, you're long gone. Too far for anyone to find. I said this once to him and ill tell him again,let him come to you." Pausing, I smiled lightly. "You should... when you're ready-" I stopped dead in my sentence, my eyes instantly leaving yours to stare at the door. Jaw half open, it was as if suddenly I was out of breath.
My eyes darted back to you. "Someone is here." I whispered, instantly hushing my voice as if something dangerous was on the horizon. "Someone from my past." I could feel their presence, and it wasn't welcoming. I could hear their thoughts faintly, in disorganized chunks. It was an enemy, and they certainly weren't coming to say hello "Trust me." I whispered ever so silently, practically mouthing the words without even emitting a sound. Just at that moment, there was a knock on the door. I put my index finger over my mouth to signal for you to be quiet. I pushed you against the wall you were already leaning on, which so happened to be behind the door. Softly letting go of the doorknob, as to not let the door move not to make a sound, I leaned the backside of my body against yours. As if to shield you, or hide you, despite your evidently larger frame, I lightly pinned your bionic arm against the wall as to tell you not to attack; to stay calm and to stay quiet.
Knock, knock, knock. A man's voice called out. "Mr. Barnes?"
I squeezed your arm a little tighter, terrified that my quest here had lead an enemy right to your door. My eyes narrowed in as the door began to slowly creek open. As half of a body slowly inched through the door and into the apartment, I saw a gun. I instantly reacted. Not even giving you a chance to make a move, I slammed the door repeatedly on the man, the sound of his body cracking among the crushing force of each blow. He dropped the pistol, and then to the floor, his body transforming with deep blue spikes all throughout the body. This was no man. This was Mystique.
I was fast, but she was faster. Healing quickly from the fractures, she darted for the gun and pointed it straight at my chest. She stared at me with a smirk on her fast. "I always was faster than you. But I'm not here for you, I'm not even here for him. But he is."
Right on cue, Magneto walked in to the apartment, completely helmeted and in full gear. He was ready to mingle. "Now remember, darling." He spoke to Mystique, "Whatever you do, don't let her touch you." His eyes panned over to you before falling to me.
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Bucky was planning on leaving the apartment behind even though she said she wasn't going to tell anyone. He didn't want to risk someone having followed her or a source she'd used to find him spilling the beans and leading another closer onto the right trail.
When she said someone was there he frowned and was opening his mouth to speak when she mouthed the words 'trust me'. He didn't know what made him decide to trust her in that moment but he did and he kept his mouth shut. And he was glad since the knock sounded just moments later. He let her move him, figuring she had an idea on what was about to happen.
As she leaned back against him his flesh hand went to her hip, just resting as a sort of anchor. He felt her hand against his bionic arm and took the hint. His eyes were glued to the door and his jaw clenched when he heard a man's name calling his.
He saw the gun and the metal fingers curled into a fist but she was moving before he could decide which route to take and he stepped to the side, he was going to tell her to come on and they could take the fire escape but then the man was... shrinking. And turning blue. His brows furrowed as he stared at him.
Then they were moving and the blue guy, who was standing and obviously female, now had a gun. Bucky glanced from the back of Penelope's head to Mystique's face then to the man who was walking in, he stared at the man. His get up was kind of ridiculous even by his standards.
Whoever you people are, I'd advise you to both get out. While you can, he stated, his voice and face completely different than how he'd looked when it had only been he and Penelope. He took a step forward then he was thrown back. He grunted and began to step forward once more but his arm was pinned to the wall. His brows furrowed in confusion as he yanked on it once more but the bionic arm wouldn't move.
I've heard a lot about this piece of machinery, but when it comes down to it. It's still only metal, Magneto spoke as he walked forward, elegant in how he carried himself. He dragged his fingers along the forearm of the Hydra tech. Bucky narrowed his eyes, glaring at the man. His gaze shifted to the blue woman. What do you want? He asked, but before either could answer, Mystique's gaze left Penelope's face and she met his eyes.
He stared into her yellow eyes for a moment then his left foot shot out and he kicked Penelope at the top of her ass. The force propelled her forward and the angle of the kick pushed her down just a bit so if Mystique did fire the gun, she would hopefully go down just enough to not catch a bullet. But she did say bullets were useless against her.
As soon as he'd kicked her his leg rebounded and he caught the man just under the knee. He dropped and when he was on his knee Bucky's leg lifted and he hooked his leg around his throat and pulled him back. He applied a pressure to his throat but the helmet combined with the angle kept him from applying enough to knock him out.
Suddenly his arm was moving and pressing against his own throat. Bucky turned his head to the side, to take some of the pressure off and help keep the airflow going. Buck reached down with his flesh hand and yanked the man's helmet off and went to bring it down on the guy's skull but it hovered and his fingers slipped from the metal edged.
Instead he brought his elbow down on the top of his skull and then another to put him out. The force controlling his arm let go and he could breath and with the arm no longer holding him up and the man between his legs unconscious they both dropped rather ungraciously to the ground.
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Mystique had prepared herself for my presence. It was evident through her attire, that she was confident she wouldn't fall vulnerable to my powers. Completely covered from the neck down, Mystique showed no signs of skin except for her face. Her hands as much as her body, gloved by material. As she pointed the gun as me, I looked over toMagneto, with the least impressed expression on my face. Guns? What are you, gonna shoot me? My eyes returned back to Mystique. So far, the infamous blue-skinned mutant was not living up to her reputation. Darling, bullets won't work on me. My plain expression drooped into a sadistic grin.
Mystique kept her gaze locked on mine, but the comment evidently concerned her, as she shifted hereyesquickly to Magneto. She was dead-pan, but I could sense the confusion in her eyes. Like her, I had regenerative healing, and nothing such as bullets could stop me.
Just as I had broken eye contact with her, I felt a sudden sharp kick to my ass. Because I wasn't expecting it, I was thrown forward full throttle. In a quick act of self defence, Mystique began to open fire. Shooting me thrice in the chest, I hunched over, but didn't go down without a fight. Before I could hit the ground from the fall, I reached out towards her and latched onto her wrist. Unwilling to let go, I dragged her forward down with my fall. She pulled back and hard, trying to free herself, but it was too late. As she fell before me, I launched my right hand and pushed it right into her face. Fingers extended, I fulled cupped her face in the palm of my hand; slamming her to the ground. Certain areas of the body transmitted more information, and formed more bonds than others. The head the eyes in particular was among the strongest connection factor providing a direct link from my mind, to hers. Upon instant contact, I immediately sunk my conscious deep into her mind.
Releasing my hand from her visage, Mystique's yellow eyes widened. She seemed stunned momentarily, struggling to roll over and pull herself onto her feet. She stumbled as she stood, in an apparent daze. Taking a step back, the most evil of grins plastered across my face. This was only the beginning.
You're going to wish you had covered your face. Extending my hands out in the air towards her, my eyes immediatelytransformedfrom a fire-like blast, to complete black. Mystique looked at me with the utmost regret. It was over.
Accessing all of her painful memories, I inflicted the most demonic form of mental torture I could conjure from her subconscious. She began to wail at the top of her lungs, dropping to her knees. Crunched over on the ground, Mystique grabbed her head and in complete anguish, herbodybegan to mutate out of control. Her eyes crippled into a state of Nystagmus moving rapidly from side to side as her mind had plummeted into complete emotional turmoil.
She cried out to her trusted leader, Magneto. H-help... Help... m-me! Tears steamed down her patterned cheeks as she curled over.
Oh...darling. He can't helpyou. He doesn't love you. Feeding into Mystique's most grave insecurity, my voice deepened, almost turning satanic as I spoke to her. How could anybody love someone as monstrous-looking as you? To the outside world, it was me speaking. But to her, she could hear the voice of a long-lost best friend, Charles Xavier.
Completely immobilizing her, I had had enough. Retracting my arms at once, Mystique rolled onto her side in relief. Still quivering, she was in a state of shock - completely mentally and physically disabled. My eyes returned to their normal, human amber color. It would take a mutant several minutes to regain the strength needed to move. But it would take weeks for her to recover from the flashbacks and nightmares that would continue to haunt her.
With sad eyes, I could barely look you in the eyes. Lowering my head in shame, I gestured to you, "Leave them. Let's go." Left with no other options, I snatched your file off of the table, and darted out the door.
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He couldn't move when he saw what was happening between Penelope and Mystique. He'd never seen anything like it and when Mystique was attacked by her memories Bucky couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight. He nodded his head at her words and grabbed his boots and shoved his feet into them before he grabbed his gun. He grabbed a bag stuff under his bed before stepping over the two people and followed her out the door.
Okay, remind me to never, ever piss you off, he commented when he caught up with her. I'm sorry I kicked you. I didn't think she'd shoot you. I figured they were actually there for you, not me, he said and fell into step by her side then reached down and wrapped his metal fingers around her wrist and pulled her down a certain street. This way, he'd already prepared an escape route.
In this line of work it was deadly to be caught off guard. And he knew it was only a matter of time before someone caught up to him. An it just happened the person who caught up with him was during out to be more of an ally then an enemy.
He pulled her along quickly, his pace quickening when after hearing a whistle. We need to hurry, he glanced at her and gave her wrist a gentle squeeze. You shouldn't be upset. Those people were going to kill us. Well, me. And probably take you and do who knows what with you, he said moved his eyes ahead again to watch where they were going.
Bucky pulled her along with him until they were in sight of the train tracks. It's an industrial line. They won't think to look for us this way. At least I hope not, he said and nodded his head for her to hurry up as the train came into sight, it wasn't going full speed, not yet. And it would be easy for him to get on there, he figured she would be able to handle it as well.
He picked up to a jog as they got to the tracks and he jumped onto a car and pulled the door open. He reached back to grab her hand and give her a helping hand up and into the train car before he swing himself in. He laid there for a few minutes before he pushed the back from under his back and sat up. Thank you. I probably wouldn't have made it out of there without your help, he said and turned his gaze towards her.
Who were they?
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As you came out of the bedroom with a bag, I was slick in slipping the folder into it. I had no bag on me, and no way to carry it if things went south. As much as I wondered what was in the bag, or why it was even ready and packed, I just kept my thoughts to myself.
I tried not to laugh at your comment on pissing me off, but I couldn't help but smile and chuckle slightly. It wasn't the first time someone had said that to me, but I had least expected it from the infamous Winter Soldier. That's rich, coming from you. I teased lightly, hoping you wouldn't get offended from my reference to your lengthy kill-list. Realistically, I probably wasn't even using that expression properly, but it made sense in my mind; being that English was not my first language.
Brushing off the comment of the shooting, I shrugged. Save me your chivalry, Casanova. I think you were relying on her to react and shoot. I looked over to you, my expression soft as I looked down at your bag. I didn't seem mad. But I also think you trusted that I could handle it. I showed a small hint of a smile. It was the smart thing to do. The push surprised the both of us, making it both believable and difficult control. Ultimately, it meant the end for Mystique in that battle.
I followed your lead with no questions. I had asked you to trust me, and you had. Now it was my turn to return the favor. Quickly grabbing my coat off of the ground, I swayed it around my shoulders and slipped into it in one movement. Right after, I felt your fingers grasp my wrist. As reminded me not to be upset, I could only look down in silence. I had no words for what I had done. I had no excuse. And worse, no remorse. I felt shame, but I would do it all again without even a blink.
As we exited the building, I pulled my wrist from your grip and entwined my fingers with yours. With my opposite hand, I caressed the same arm complete a full embrace, as to resemble a couple. Keep your head down, I whispered right before we passed two men dressed in black. I threw my head back and started to laugh out loud. I smacked your chest playfully, pretending to be laughing at something you had said. The men didn't take a second a look. Discreetly looking over my shoulder, I checked for any potentially suspicious or threatening individuals. I saw no one. Despite the area being clear, I didn't release myself from your body.
As we approached train tracks, my body stiffened in your grasp. My eyes widened slightly. Uh- I hesitated as I watched the freight train chug down the line. A brief flashback from my past urged me to run the other direction, but it was in that moment that I thought of you. Gazing up to your stern expression, concentrating on the machinery in the distance, I realized something crucial. If you could get on a train, the very tool of transportation that sent you falling to the depths of hell in 1945, I could do it to.
Letting go of the embrace, I shouted over the sound of steel wheels rolling. Ah, yes! I nodded mockingly, Train-jumping! I exclaimed, My favorite pass-time! I was being heavily sarcastic. I watched as you made the first jump and opened up the side-panel. Mirroring your actions, I ran after the train and grabbed your hand. Once you swung me in the cart, I did my best to reciprocate by pulling you in.
As you lay there, I stayed standing, clasping onto the edge of the open-door as I looked out to the landscape. My long dark hair swayed in the wind. I was lost in thought. It was only when you sat back up and began to speak, did I break from my trance and turn away from the door. "Can't say this is where I saw myself two hours ago." I joked and walked over to you. I leaned my back against the wall before allowing my heels to drag forward. My body slid down until I was sitting on my behind right next to you. Looking over to you, I smiled, "But I'm glad it's with you."
"Only the two most famous mutant-villains of all time." I answered. "You've got a lot of catching up to do," I added, with a cheeky grin. My eyes fell onto you as I chuckled lightly. "They run the Brotherhood of Mutants - an organization made up solely on gifted humans - mutants - who pretty much share an anti-human philosophy. They believe mutants have evolved to be a superior race. You can imagine just how adored they are." More sarcasm. I shook my head lightly. "Magneto... his name is Max Eisenhardt. He was a Jew enslaved in Auschwitz in 1944..." Pausing for a second, I kept my eyes on the moving trees. "I helped him escape." I waited a moment for the idea of my age to sink in. Turning my head to you, I smirked, "I'm almost as old as you;old man." My quirky smile stretched across my face. It was blatantly obvious that I exerting much effort in holding back my laughter.
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The wind rushing past the door was loud and created an odd sort of current. He listened to her speak, his heightened sense of hearing making it easier to hear within the car. His gaze was focused ahead of him, taking in what she said about the Brotherhood. When she told him she'd helped him escape he assumed from someplace within the last few years until she stated she was nearly as old as him. His head snapped in her direction and he regarded her closely. Suddenly her comment from earlier made sense.
He regarded her for another moment then he shook his head. Not knowing what to say at that moment. He hadn't been expecting that. "That place. Novody deserved to be in that place," he said and looked back to her. "Even someone like him," he shook his head once more. He'd read about those places and wondered who was actually more evil, Hilter or Hydra. Even with what Hydra had done to him he was surprised by what Hitler had been doing right under their noses and if they'd done the right thing going after Schmidt instead of Adolf.
But it was the past and things like that couldn't be changed. There was zero sense in dwelling on it. So he just let the train of thought slip from his mond and pushed himself to his feet and walked over to the door and pulled it shut. The car was suddenly black with zero light but much quieter. "Didn't think that one through," he muttered and walked back. He could still see a little even though it was pitch black and he crouched down and grabbed the bag and unzipped it then rooted around for a few moments before producing a flashlight. Once he'd turned it on the car wasn't as bright as it had been but they would both be able to see a little easier.
After closing the bag he returned to her side and sat, his shoulder brushing against hers. "You look really good for being in your 90's," he said after a few minutes and turned his head to look at her with his head resting against the wall of the car. "Or 80's," he said and a relaxed smile came to his face.
"And yes. I knew you could handle yourself. Or I hoped you could. I know my reputation as the Winter Soldier and if you were comfortable handling me alone then I figured a blue woman with a gun would be nothing for you," he admitted and glanced at her chest where she'd been shot. "Does it hurt you?" He asked, tapping his own chest so she knew what he was referring too.
Bucky set the flashlight between them and stretched his legs out and he rolled the metal shoulder, the gears nearly silent. He'd been a little worried something may have been compromised within the arm after Magneto had used his power against it.
"I'm glad it's with you too," he agreed and he meant it. It was hard to explain why he wasn't ready to go out into the public yet but he'd felt a connection with her and he'd wanted her to stay earlier. Now they were more or less stuck with each other but he wasn't complaining. It would be interesting to see where they'd end up.
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"No." I agreed with you. "No one." Thinking back to Auschwitz, it hands down served as THE very definition of hell. I watched as you stood up, wondering what you were going to do. Wondering even, where we were going. I kept my thoughts to myself as you pulled the door of the crate closed. Now completely in darkness, this would be the optimal time to attack, and kill. But I had no desire to attack you. And I only hoped you felt the same. To my relief, you sat back down, right at my side, and rather than puling out a weapon, you pulled out a light. "It's okay." I gave a charming smile, "I'm not afraid of the dark."
Switching back to the war, I gave light on my age. 1935. I chimed proudly. That was my date of birth. I was plunged right into the circumstances of war as soon as I left the womb. I took a deep breath. It had been years since I had spoken about the true origins of my past.I'm 80 years old. I smiled brightly, just thinking about how ridiculous that sounded, especially when I only appeared to be in my 20s. I started to laugh, shaking my head softly at the topic. Well, wait. I said in between my laughs. Turning to gaze at you, my eyes shifted to look you up and down. I was blatantly checking you out. Can't say I've ever seen a 98 year old with a body like yours. With a toothy grin, I added, For someone who's practically 100 years old, I would say you look better.
As the conversation was redirected to my chest, I thought it was only fitting. Looking down at my chest, I hummed slightly, without saying any words. Without thinking twice, I shoved my fingers down the opening between my breasts; fishing for something. Slipping my hand out of my dress, I pulled out the three bullets that my body had rejected. I opened my palm to show you the remains before tossing them away. The bullets made sharp clink sounds as they hit the crate and rolled about. At the beginning... Staring ahead of me into darkness, Like hell. I pulled my body closer against the wall and readjusted myself. Now though... I'm numb. My eyes were lost in thought I stared blankly, as if I had left this world and entered a different realm.
Snapping out of it, I shifted my body; turning it to better face you. I leaned my head up against the wall, relaxing my body - tired both physically and mentally from the adventures of the last few weeks. I closed my eyes for a moment to just focus on breathing and to relax my mind.
Opening my eyes only seconds later, I added, I am machine... Placing my hands slowly together comfortably, my head lowered to look down at my hands. I grazed the tips of my fingers with my thumbs. A part of me wishes I could just feel something. My head lifted to look at you; the little flash of light glimmering in my amber eyes. But Ican't.
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A quiet chuckled passed his lips at her comment of not being afraid of the dark. I have a feeling there's not too much you're afraid of, he replied and rested his metal hand just behind the flashlight, one finger on the back end and he let his finger move from side to side, letting the light roll and stared across the car at the odd silhouette the covering of the bulb created. Or maybe is was the bulb itself which create the not so perfect circle.
When she told him his age, a corner of his mouth quirked upwards and he glanced at her when she began to check him out and he let out a real laugh. The first one he could remember actually releasing. I beg to differ but I'll let you keep that opinion for you without argument, he smiled. Cause seriously. You're body at 80, you're doing very good, he smirked. He didn't know if she'd been frozen or perhaps it was just the way she aged but he wasn't about to ask her. Not yet. He didn't know how he would feel if someone asked him why he looked as he did when he was born in 1917.
When she shoved her fingers between her breasts his eyes couldn't help but follow the movement and arched a brow as he glanced back to her face then back to her hand when she showed him the bullets. That's a good advantage to have, he nodded his head, his eyes moving back to her face as she threw the bullets and watched her speak. Numbness, it's the same as being different, or having gifts. Can be a blessing or a curse, he reasoned. The idea of being numb was both appealing and not. He'd been numb to feelings and emotions for so long it was scary to be having them now. And being alone to deal with them, not remembering how. Was almost too much. And to be physically numb, he was trained to not show his pain but he felt it. And sometimes he still couldn't just grit his teeth and endure.
His eyes were still on her face when she closed her eyes and he adverted his gaze, his focus going back to the odd circle and his metal finger shifted to turn the light off but stopped when she spoke again. He looked at her, curious. He turned his body a bit to face her and reached down to take her hands in his and looked down at them.
You do though. I saw it in your eyes earlier. You had regret for what you did to the... blue girl, he said, not sure what he was supposed to call a blue person. And before that there was sadness. If you can feel things like that, then you can feel the good too, he said, eyes focused intently on hers. I felt nothing for so long. No empathy, no happiness, I only knew fear of that chair. And even then, I can't say I felt it every time I was there. But now, being away from it all. And memories are coming back... I don't know what everything is that I feel but... it's different. And sometimes the emotions are so fast, so few and fleeting I don't even know if I felt it but I like to believe I did. I want them to be real, he spoke quiet and slow. Trying to pick the words as he spoke them.
His thumbs moved across her knuckles and he looked down at their hands again. You've done things. I get it. I've been there. Hell I am there now dealing with the shit I did but if you really want to change and be different... or be the same and be happy you can, he said, licking his lips as he searched her eyes once more. You can do anything you want. It's your life and your choice. Make it what you want it.
human
These were more words I could have ever imagined hearing from you. From a once lifeless and mostly unresponsive missionary, now to a human unleashed. You weren't mindless, nor robotic. Bucky Barnes lived - he lived in you somewhere deep down, and you just needed the opportunity to find him. Still, with every passing moment I spent with you, you impressed me some way or another. Between asking me to stay and taking down Magneto... if only Captain America could hear your words now. So pure; so full of kindness.
I listened to you carefully and closely, taking in every single word. My eyes wide, full of life as I couldn't help but smile around you. As your hands met mine, I didn't retract my hands like I normally would. I stayed relaxed, placing my other hand over yours and squeezing gently. I looked down at our hands together, and then back up to you. My eyes became fixated on your blue eyes and your serious expression. Behind all the scruff and the metal, there was a man. And just like Steve Rogers pleaded,A good man.
As your speech concluded, the message was truly a positive one. "You inspire me." I said bluntly, with no shame, nor any embarrassment. "I thought I had everything figured out. My abilities, my life, my job. And I took this mission expecting to find you, not to find myself in this process." I chuckled lightly, still holding you hand, "I never imagined I would be taking therapy sessions from the Winter Soldier." Laughing lightly, I buried my forehead in your shoulder, playfully. Trying not to take away from the moment, my laugh faded. "You've been through hell and back, yet here you stand. With such positivity and wisdom." I grazed my fingers up your arm slowly, letting the feeling of my nails trickle back down. "Steve would be proud."
Taking a bigger breath than usual, I wondered if that statement was out of line. The more time I spent here, the more I wanted Steve to see this too. But I respected your decision to come to terms with this on your own, and so I didn't press the issue further. Instead, I decided to offer a different alternative. "I uhm..." I wondered how to put the words together. "I know you better than you think." Smiling softly, "I retained some of his memories during my interaction with him in New York... Memories of you. " I searched for a reason to stop myself, but looking in yours eyes only made me push forward. "I could show you..." The sound of hesitation riddled my voice, "... if you want me to."
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It's not really a therapy session. It's kind of what I tell myself everyday. When I feel like there's no hope for myself, he admitted, his voice quiet. He was so far from being steady he didn't know his words were so spot on. But he was glad they worked for her. He repeated them, not like that, in his head when he wondered if life would just be easier if he did go back to Hydra. There would be punishment of course but things would be so easy. He'd just be a blank slate again. But that was just it, he wanted to be someone. And he had these urges and thoughts, bits of, what he assumed was, James Buchanan Barnes. And he was very thankful for that. It made him feel grounded.
But the Winter Soldier, he was strong. Hydra had spent a lot of time creating him to what they wanted and sometimes it was so hard to reign in that anger. But he just had to take it day by day and he knew if he could feel anger, then he could feel happiness. And being happy was worth all the shit and garbage he was going through on a day to day basis.
She kind of shocked him when her forehead was buried against his shoulder. He sat still for a moment before he rested his left hand against her back, not sure if this was how it was supposed to be. Human interaction. It was so confusing. But so craved. And as she kept her head against his shoulder and his hand rested on her back while her fingers grazed his arm. He knew it was something he was going to appreciate a lot. His contact was fairly limited to what had transpired between the two of them and he could already appreciate it.
I thought you didn't like Steve, he said with a quiet chuckle, remembering the way she'd spoke of him in the kitchen not an hour ago. He needed to stay away from Steve because he was scared. Scared of cracking under the pressure of being around someone who'd known him. He didn't know if he could be that person now. He didn't know if he ever would be anything like him again. He had to come to terms with that before he even thought of trying to contact Steve Rogers.
When she spoke he tilted his head to glance down at her head, he couldn't see her face as she spoke but her words were clear. And sharp. And brought on a sense of panic, excitement and curiosity. I uh... I think so. I think I'd like to see it. If it won't hurt you of course. I mean, if it's comfortable for you to show me then yes. I would like to see it, he nodded slowly.
human
I fell silent as your words seemed more and more nervous. I was trying to analyze the expression in your face to garner whether you actually wanted to, or were just telling me you did. Were you ready? Could you handle the transfer of memories? Would they upset you, or benefit you? I felt like they would, and had we not had the last conversation, I would have never offered. But I felt it. I felt the need to know, and I wanted to give you that back; even if just in pieces.
Pulling myself from you, I straightened my back to look at you. I looked around the crate, mostly empty in order to clear my thoughts. My head started to bob slightly as I nodded - bracing myself for the next couple minutes. "Lie down." My eyes returned to you before tugging on your arm, prompting you to move onto your back. "Here." I helped you onto the floor, while folding my legs to the side. "Lie your head here." Cupping the back of your head gently, I motioned it onto my lap. Creating a somewhat romanticsetting, I looked down at you and gave a warm smile. "Good. Now just relax." Reaching over, I grabbed onto the flashlight.
Click.
Black.
Darkness.
"Close your eyes. Listen only to the sound of my voice." I lightly combed my delicate fingers through your long hair. "Breathe in. Breathe out. Let your mind be still." I came to rest my fingers on either side of your head. "Breathe." I reminded.
Closing my own eyes, I took a deep breath. I established a connection instantly, where there was a sense of lingering calmness. It was a surreal place to be. Though there was no visual imagery just yet, there was the sound of a calm wind, running water like a waterfall, and the sound of children laughing gleefully.
"Be not afraid." My voice echoed, almost like a song. I spoke more spirtually, almost as if I was a spirit, not a human being. "For when I looked into the heart of Captain America, I saw not a monster, but a man."
Plunging deeper into my subconscious, visuals began to appear as my voice turned into a poem.
You were always proud with kind eyes.
Patient, even when you wanted to cry.
Always capable of making Steve smile.
You shared laughs; you always tried.
With your undying loyalty; by his side,
His best friend, to the end of the line.
You were determined; his number one fan.
Ready to fight, until your ultimate end.
From Bucky, to the Winter Soldier.
Your heart grew only colder.
Reprogrammed and stripped of your mind,
HYDRA transformed you into a crime.
From human to bionic.
From strong, to incredible.
From ordinary to extraordinary.
The pain grew only stronger.
The pain kept lasting longer.
There was a moment of silence - a moment that brought you out of the memories, and back into calmness. I took a second of stillness before opening my eyes. Slowly slipping my hands from your face... It was done, but this story wasn't over.
gpt
Bucky dropped his arm when she pulled from him and shifted to lay as she wanted him without question. When she gave him the warm smile he returned it, though he was slightly nervous about what he was about to see. He was still excited. This was a step in the direction he wanted to go and if she could offer him a hand, he'd be stupid not to take it. As she began to run her fingers through his hair he let out a content sigh and his head unconsciously nudged closer towards her fingers, looking for more.
He followed her instructions and breathed as she instructed, listening to her voice. He focused on the sound of his breathing when she stopped speaking and he began to hear what she'd heard. He resisted the urge to open his eyes to try and see if he could see anything for at that moment it was only black. He lost that urge when the visions began to swim through his mind.
It was like watching a movie. Seeing it from the way she showed him. Every scene they went through he felt a warmth inside of himself growing. Like seeing how he'd been was fuelling a fire inside of himself he'd been wilfully ignoring since he didn't know what it was or how to make it grow. The warmth simmered when they reached the Winter Soldier. The memories were cold and dark. But they were his.
When she finished he laid still for a few moments before opening his eyes and finding only darkness again. He felt different. Lighter but more burdened too. He knew he could be a good man. He knew it was possible but could he be such a good man as he had been after everything his hands had done. Most people had some sort of debt or blood on their hands. But Bucky, he was drenched in it. And when he remembered everything he'd done, he wanted to be him. The guy from the start of the memories. Smiles and laughs and handsome and just good. Just okay.
Thank you, he said, his voice rough with raw emotion as he sorted through how he was supposed to feel about these feelings. He didn't lift his head right away, he enjoyed the closeness. Her thighs were firm but comfortable under his skull. He realized his head may not be that comfortable though so he lifted his head and shifted back to sit how they'd been sitting before.
Do you think it's possible? For me to become more like I was before they changed me? He asked, his gaze staring at the silhouette of her from the dull light shining into the car from a few cracks and the thin door windows.
I talk like I know what I'm doing but I really don't. I haven't even touched another human since you and now I just know I love how your skin feels. And I enjoy spending time with you. And it's only been a few hours since I've known you, if that. I have no idea how to control all these emotions, he admitted.
The visions continued to pass by in his head, he wanted to be able to remember them and not miss a moment of a time when he'd been happen. He wanted to cling to it. To know what it felt like so when he was again he'd know. But even here and now, sitting in a boxcar with her, part of him felt content enough to let the possibility linger she was making him happy. The thought made him smile. If you can do that for others, can you do it for yourself? Sort out specific memories to make you happy? He asked. If he was on the road to being happy, he wanted her to be as well. What makes you happy? Maybe we should start there.
human
My heart filling with the utmost pain, I felt the need to return to old ways more than you knew. "Yes!" I spat out, practically hawking back the urge to cry as you expressed such concern for losing that side of you. "It's never too late!" I grabbed your hand back in mine, this time with more urgency, like I was trying to get a message across. "It's never too late for a second chance. Your time is now." As you continued to speak, on and on almost like a rampage, I realized you were becoming flustered and overwhelmed. "Stop, stop!" I hushed you, fitting the palm of my hand to the side of you face. I forced your head to the side, "Look at me." I demanded with sincerity. "Those emotions serve a purpose - as proof that you are not a monster, not a machine. That you are human. That you are still you."
I let my hand slip down from your cheek to your neck. I held it in the crook of your neck, this time more gently as I spoke to you. "The man you were back in 1945 is not lost. He's not gone. He's just outdated." Pausing, I gave a reassuring smile, rubbing my thumb over your lips momentarily. My voice falling almost to a whisper, "He's just...Evolved." There was a sense of warmth in my soft expression.
Fighting the urge to kiss you, I let my hand fall from your neck and took my attention away from your face. My eyes trailed down and I looked alway.
Listening to you rapidly change the subject from you back onto me, I became visibly upset. "What makesmehappy?" I snapped, my head flinging from its previous downward position to an alert, propped and predatory stance. I suddenly slammed my hands into your chest, pushing you away from me. My smile quickly melted into a frown. "Don't you see!? See it in yourself? This. THIS!" I shouted, grabbing the rim of your coat and shaking you. "You are absolutely selfless! More concerned in the well being of others than you are in yourself!" I stopped shaking you, having only done it a couple of times, more for theatrical purposes. I was angry, not at you, but more at the fact you couldn't even see you. "You're searching for Bucky... This is him. Bucky is right here! And I'm looking right at him."
gpt
Her words made him feel warm and good, her hand holding his enforcing her words. Punching them through so he knew just how much she wanted him to really understand how much she felt them to be true. And while he heard them, it was hard to comprehend there was more out there. Going from assassin to a recluse to all of a sudden being with her and on the run. It was a lot. And she believed in. Saw something he couldn't but it helped, to know she truly believed he could be better, that he already was better.
Her hand upon his face and then his neck, he watched her closely. He wanted to touch her. And not how he had been. He wanted to hold her and feel her flesh under his fingers. Her words coupled with the touches made that urge so much stronger. The way she spoke, the way her eyes looked into his eyes. Part of him thought she wanted the same thing but he didn't know. Emotions. Damn they were confusing...
Her hand fell away and the urge lingered.
Then his words triggered an unexpected reaction and he simply stared at her as he pushed at him then grabbed his jacket and allowed her to shout and shake him. Once she was finished he frowned and glanced down at himself. He'd never considered he could already be a good person. All he knew was right now, she was the only person he wanted to actually be around and he didn't want her to suffer. He never thought he deserved to be happy, it was just something he wanted. And he'd been trained to follow orders which was essentially making everyone else happy.
I didn't mean to upset you, he said, and he couldn't help but smile because he didn't remember the last time he had someone express so much of anything for him. He cupped her face, his thumb tracing her cheekbone. This is all new to me. I don't remember caring about anyone. And you're sort of the only person I know right now. I just... I want you to be happy, he offered and licked over his bottom lip slowly. I don't see what you see in me, not yet anyway, his thumb moved in slow circles just over her jaw line with his flesh hand.
human
As you smiled to me, I couldn't help but smile back. I wanted so much to hide that smile, but it overcame me like an uncontrollable wave of emotion. Watching you smile as I shook you, I almost wanted to laugh - but only because it was all so silly. It was the type of angry laughing where I wanted to punch that smile right off your face. This was supposed to be serious, but it was ridiculous, all at the same time. If anything, I wanted to guide you - but I was so worked up in my own confusion, that I was only making the situation more emotional, and more distorted. I wanted so bad to slap the Winter Soldier out of you; to make you realize that it could not define you. I was becoming lost in this process - realizing that perhaps, it was also me who needed to move on.
When your hand came to caress the side of my face, my smile only grew. My hand moved to cup yours. I held your flesh hand to my face, desperate for human touch just as much as you were. "I'm not upset with you..." My eyes were hesitant to look at you. I feared I would lose myself more if I stared long enough into your eyes. As much as I fought the urge not to look at you, I gave in. I gave in to you completely. Melting somewhat in the palm of your hand, my eyes peered deeply into yours.
"With kind eyes..." I said softly, delicately. I repeated those same words; those that I had breathed into your mind just moments ago. "Patient..." My soft voice had hushed into an intimate whisper, my face inches from yours. My hot breath beat against your lips, just a lean away from meeting my own. I looked down at your lips as you licked them. My eyes flickered from your mouth to your eyes as I slowly leaned forward. Interrupting any further attempt to speak, I planted a soft kiss upon your lips.
gpt
He met her lips as she leaned forward. His metal hand came up to cup the other side of her face. He had the urge to hold her, keep her grounded to him. Flesh fingers moved around her neck and his hand rested against the back of her neck while he drew the left back and then slid it around her waist and he pulled her closer to him. He moved his lips slowly against hers.
After only a few moments he pulled lips back, his face staying very close to hers, lips nearly brushing against hers as he spoke. This is very new territory for me, he said quietly, the thumb of the hand resting on the back of her neck moving in small circles just above her hairline and across the base of her skull as he looked into her eyes.
The hand resting against her back moved to her waist and rested on the curve of her hip. I don't know what the protocol is for kissing the girl who broke into my apartment before two people come to try and do whatever they were trying to do, he said, his face breaking into an easy smile. One that fit on the face of the man he was when he was trying to smooth talk a pretty girl in Brooklyn more than 70 years ago.
I may not know the protocol, but I am really liking how your lips feel on mine, he spoke softly and parted his lips just a little as he tilted his head, pressing his mouth to hers once more as his arm around her waist pulled her to the side so she was sitting on his lap sideways and his lips moved slow and easy against hers while his hand came to rest on her hip once more and the one which had been resting against the back of her neck moved and his arm rested across the front of her legs.
human
I hummed lightly after our lips parted. I was trying to look you in the eyes, but my eyes kept trailing to your lips. "Maybe not as new as you think," I joked, trying to charm you as you had done to me. My lips lay just centimeters from yours - my breath beating, hot and heavy. I looked back up at you and noticed a bright, luminous smile that stretched across your face. I couldn't help but think to myself, this is a long way from a cold-blooded killer. "There it is. Bucky." I said with a proud grin. I brought my index finger up to your face and gently tapped your cheek. "The smile. The same smile that could swoon a woman from a mile away." I chuckled lightly, falling into a deep stare as I thought about all of you that you had lost to HYDRA.
I pushed all of that to the back of my mind as you grabbed my body and re-positioned me onto your lap. As you moved me over, I began to blush slightly. "Oh," I said with soft surprise, "No protocol, huh?" I teased, "I think you know exactly... what... you're... doing." With every pause, I leaned my head closer and closer to you; whispering more and more seductively as I went in for another embrace.
But just as I went in to silence you with another kiss, the train began to suddenly brake and I was thrown from your lap. The train was braking hard, like someone had pulled the emergency brake. All at once, the travelling crate went from 50 miles an hour to 0 in bare seconds. My body, not expecting the rapid decline of speed, flew forward across the crate like a limp rag doll and slammed against the front wall.
Rolling over onto my side, I held my head with my hand. I had slammed it in the toss. My other hand gripped the side of my ribs - I had broken a few, but they were already fusing together. "J-James!" I whimpered, trying to find you amidst the darkness of the crate. The train, now at a stop, was dead silent. Something was wrong.
gpt
When the train braked Bucky had felt her slip from his lap and his metal fingers dug into the wood to keep himself steady. His body shifted with the force, but he'd been able to prevent himself from coming to harm. He sat still for a moment before he heard her voice and having heightened senses he could see the silhouette of her body in the darkness and moved quickly to kneel by her side. What's sore? he asked, letting his flesh fingers slip under hers on her skull to make sure she hadn't injured her head too badly. You can handle bullets but brakes and a few boxes get you down? He asked, trying to keep the situation light as the silence began to surround them. Brakes are metal, he mumbled more to himself then he leaned over and grabbed the heavy door.
He tugged it open just a bit and peeked out. There was a jet sitting on the tracks just in front of the train and a redheaded woman standing between it and the jet. Okay. I think more of those two's friends showed up, he sighed, noticing the way the woman's hands were held up and seemed as though she was keeping the train in place. If he listened hard, he could hear the gears grinding, trying to move forward. She'd stopped the train.
He saw movement on the top of the train and ducked his head back in. Stay quiet, he whispered and inched his way back to her. The man on the top of the train was too close to close the door, he'd hear it. But Bucky didn't know the man would be able to smell them better since he'd opened the door. He put a hand on her shoulder, his body tight and rigid, waiting for the need to defend themselves. His eyes were glued to the door... it was just above the sound of a whisper the sound of the lock clicking on the opposite side of the car. He turned quick and stepped over her. Just as the door opened he moved. Tackling the guy to the ground and when he went to punch his face, the man stopped his punch. Bucky frowned then reeled back when three blades extended from each hand. He'd have to use different tactics with this one.
Phoenix. We're not here to hurt you. We followed Erik.Charles Xavier was sat just outside the jet and saw the flurry of activity between the man who'd escaped with her when Erik and Mystique had gone into the apartment building.He's been recruiting for the Brotherhood. We've been watching his activities closely.
Bucky squared his body, turning so his bionic arm was between Wolverine and himself. Unlucky for you, I don't take to being tackled very well. Pretty sure we're not supposed to hurt you, he grunted, getting to his feet. Bucky just glared, his eyes focusing then he was moving and used the arm to deflect the first blow from the metal before his flesh hand grabbed Wolverine's left wrist as his left hand threw a quick punch to his head. The sound of metal hitting metal surprised him but Logan's skin split just above his eyebrow but he didn't seemed phased by it in the least. His bionic arm caught Logan's right hand just as he was about to slide his ribs. Bucky grit his teeth as they stared at each, Logan trying to force his arms out while Bucky tried to keep him there. Logan threw his head forward and the metal surrounding his skull made his head thicker and stronger than Bucky's and his grip loosened from the moment of dizziness from the headbutt.
Logan twisted his left free from Buck's right and his claw sliced through Bucky's bicep like it was butter. Buck gasped and his right hand tightened around Logan's and he yanked him forward so they were chest to chest then propelled himself forward, catching Logan off guard. He'd assumed he'd react to the deep cut more. Bucky used the opportunity to let his bionic arm get a few good licks into, the skin of Logan's face bruising and tearing under the force of the punches.
The whole fight lasted only a few minutes but Bucky was aware of others closing in on them. He looked over to gauge the threat but he couldn't. He didn't know what these people were capable of. He pushed himself to his feet and back into the car. C'mon! he urged, grabbing Penelope and pulled her to her feet then shoved the other door open enough to get them through and held her as he got them out of the train car then took off running in the opposite direction of the train and the jet.
Do not run. We can protect you from Erik. There is no way for you defend against him. Not with James' arm being made of metal. Erik will hurt him to get to you.Charles said, his eyes watching the two figures in the distance running away as he sat in his chair.
Bucky, unable to hear the voice filling her head, kept a firm grip on her hand as he pulled her to try and keep up wanting to get away from them since if they could control his arm the way Magneto had been able to then he was pretty much defenceless.
human
When you came over to me and cupped my head, I was in evident pain. Something I has previously told you I couldn't feel anymore. My eye brows crimped together as I held my head. Hearing your snide comment, I began to laugh weakly. ...Asshole. I was just being cheeky, and playful I wasn't serious. Though, that smile washed off my face almost instantly as the laughing turned to heavy coughing. I heaved out a mouthful of blood, spitting it onto the floor below me as you grasped my shoulder. I moved my hand to my side once more, digging my fingers into my ribs to feel the breaks. I squirmed it hurt like hell. My rib had fractured and punctured my left lung.
As you immediately acted to find the culprit for the sudden stop, I could barely move. Friends? What friends? My first though was Magneto, that he had returned. But friends of his? We were in trouble. Ordering me to stay quiet, I had no choice. I followed your words, and didn't spout another word. Even if I wanted to make another snarky remark, I couldn't. I could feel my heart beginning to race, and my breaths shortening.
As Wolverine bust through the door and into the train cart, my eyes moved up. My mind was telling me to go. To get up. To move.What are you doing?I thought to myself.Get up. Go!Nothing. I could do nothing but try to focus on the moving image that was you and Logan. I felt short of breath and dizzy. The room was spinning around me, and I could barely see the two of you moving in full clarity. Everything was a dark blur; tossing around in slow motion as I lay still. J-J-Ja-... I couldn't even pronounce your name.
Something was very wrong.
There was a deafening ringing in my ears. Despite the grunts, screams, and clashing of steels, I could here none of it. The only thing I soon began to hear was a foreign male voice. A voice that I had never heard with my own ears, but only through the memories of Mystique. It was the voice of Charles Xavier. A look of confusion crossed my face as I curled up in a ball and began to shake. Ignoring the voice inside my head, my fluttering eyes barely looked up at you as you yelled for me to stand, and scooped me up onto my feet. J-James... I whimpered, Some...something is w-wrong... W-wrong with m-me. My legs felt like noodles below me, unable to properly support the lithe weight of my body. The voice came back into my head. Get... to... m-me? I stuttered, directly reacting to Charles explanation. Me? What would Magneto want with me? What has he done to me?
As you pulled my wobbling body in attempt to run and escape, I squeezed your hand tighter. Stop! I managed to holler out, despite my growing disability. I would have rather let go of your hand, but knew that if I did, I would fall. As you finally turned around to look at me, my eyes rolled back into my skull, and I collapsed forward. Falling limp right into your arms, I was unconscious.
Charles! Jean screamed out, instantly releasing the train at the sight of my collapse, and darting towards the two of us. Charles instantly switched his telepathic focus from me, to you.
Jean is doctor. Let her help you. Let her help Penelope.His power over you was alarming. As the strongest telepath in the world, Professor X could full-body control people without their permission or their will.
Just moments after falling unconscious in your arms, I began to foam from the mouth, and my body began to convulse. She's going into shock! She huffed, pulling my small frame right from your arms and slowly laying me on the ground. The seizure stopped after a few seconds, but I was still unconscious. Jean began to frantically examine me. Her medical degree serving her well in this moment.
I thought you said she could regenerate. Wolverine frowned as he looked at my immobile body confused.
Logan! She yelled. Get the jet. Charles just watched the scene unfold, but slowly began to retreat to the ramp of the aircraft. Severe concussion, three broken ribs... She paused as she pushed into my left side. Punctured lung. She's bleeding internally. She's lost too much blood. Out of breath, Jean looked up at you in the utmost desperation. Please, She pleaded, Come with us. I can stabilize her in the jet, but I'll need to treat her at our facility in New York." Her eyes filled with fear, completely serious of the danger of the situation. "I have to take her or she'll be dead in an hour.
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The second she yelled for him to stop he did and turned to face her and then she was in his arms. He knelt down, cradling her gently as he noticed, for the first time she was injured. The last five minutes played out and he remembered her saying she was hurt. He'd been worried about the head but then she coughed. It was wet and he could smell the blood but he ignored it. Assuming the other man was the threat.
The voice in his head made him feel far away for a moment. The convulsions caused him to focus his attention back on her and then the woman who was suddenly in front of them and talking. She's bleeding, he mumbled, staring at the foam. He knew what the pink foam around the mouth meant.
Bucky's gaze shifted to Wolverine for a moment before he looked to Jean as she spoke and moved her hands over Penelope's side. Bucky searched her eyes as the jet came to land closer to them. He gave a nod of his head. He couldn't make this decision for her, but he couldn't let her die either.
He slipped his arms under her body and lifted her easily from the ground and was mindful of her ribs, making sure to not move her torso much to reduce the risk of injuring the lung tissue further. He carried her onto the jet and followed Jean to lay her down where she indicated. He was tempted to leave, run away. But he couldn't leave her alone. Not with people he didn't know or trust.
Penelope was fast becoming the only person he felt he could trust and he wasn't going to abandon her. Just because going to New York, where Steve Rogers and the rest of the Avengers called home and it felt like he was being taken closer to something he didn't want to be near.
He stepped back when Jean gave his shoulder a gentle push and glanced around, looking at the new group of people. They made him uneasy. Too many people he didn't know in such a small space. He swallowed the feelings down and then looked over when Logan dropped his duffel on the ground. You and I, we're gonna finish that later, he stated then stepped around them and took his seat.
Bucky never bothered following him, he just focused his eyes back on Penelope as Jean worked to stabilize her. A tube was put down her throat to allow her to breath while she was given a coagulant to slow the bleeding in her lungs. She punctured between the first and third rib to allow for a drain, not allowing the rest of the lung to fill with blood. Stabilized, she called and strapped her down. Come on, she said and put a hand on Bucky's arm and made him sit then motioned for the belt. Buckle up, she stated as Storm lifted the jet and headed off towards New York.
The trip was fast, and Bucky's gaze never left Penelope's supine body.
As they left the jet Bucky tried to follow but was stopped by Logan. Surgery buddy, don't think you're exactly sterilized or educated enough for the operating room, he said and sighed then crossed his arms. Alright. C'mon. You need a shower and a change of clothes. Maybe a shave and trim, he said and nodded his head for Bucky to follow him.
Bucky hesitated but knew he couldn't do anything so he stepped away from the doors they'd taken her through and followed the other man. The elevator ride was awkward, to say the least. You got a mean left hook, Logan offered.
And you have nice... knives? He asked, glancing at the man's hands. Claws? He frowned, not sure what to call them.
Claws... Claws works, Logan replied and let out a sigh as they fell into an awkward silence again.
The doors opened and Logan lead Buck to a room he could stay in and Bucky looked around the room. It was a huge upgrade from his last apartment and this was just a room. With an very nice en suite. He dropped his bag onto the bed and walked into the bathroom to shower and shave. He couldn't do much for the hair trim right now so he settled for what he could.
He had some clothes in the bag and after he'd dried, he dressed then sat on the bed and waited. Time was irrelevant for so long he didn't bother to keep track of it. He just sort of... zoned out and then there was a knock at his door. He stood and walked over and opened the door.
Jean was standing there. C'mon. She's resting. We gave her some blood, sealed the lung and fixed her ribs. She'll be down for a while but she'll be okay, she smiled as he followed her.
Thank you, he said quietly, his hands shoved into his pockets as he walked with her to the elevator. Why didn't she regenerate? She was shot three times point blank and pushed those out like they were nothing, he said, looking to Jean for answers.
It's hard to say. The medical world has not caught up with us yet. Us mutants that is, she reasoned and cast a quick glance in his direction then to his bionic arm. We don't know why or how some of us are the way we are. So there's no definitive answer, she smiled. But she will be okay. And her regeneration will reduce the risk of long term damage.
I'm not a mutant. Just a human who was experimented on with enhancing drugs, he pointed out. I was boring, then that changed, he looked at her. I'm an experiment, not evolution.
Jean stared at him a moment. We all evolve in our own ways James, she said then stepped out when the doors opened and lead him to Penelope's room. He let out a sigh of relief finally able to see her and then walked over to her and went to take her hand in his then hesitated. He didn't know if it would hurt her, her power plus her being in a weakened state he didn't want to risk it.
What happened to your arm? Jean asked, noticing the shirt he'd tied around his bicep. Nothing. Just a scratch, he stated, not taking his eyes off of Penelope. Jean came forward and tugged the shirt free then frowned. That is cut nearly to the bone, she frowned. C'mon. We'll get that stitched up. Here. You can do that here. I'm not leaving her again, he stated.
You hairy men, I swear, she rolled her eyes as she walked out and returned with a surgical tray. She stitched him up quickly then checked Penelope's vitals before slipping out of the room. She told him to hit a button which would page her if either needed anything.
Bucky sat by her bed for a while then shifted so he resting his head by her hip, it wasn't comfortable but the events plus lack of food for his high metabolism had left him feeling tired and he gradually nodded off with his arms folded under his head.
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Hours go by before my eyes slowly began to open. I blinked several times, still in a haze as I felt weight on my legs. Turning my head to look at the source, I saw you, sleeping. A big smile stretched across my face. It had only been an hour or so since we hit the train, and yet here you were sprawled out on me like a baby in a warm crib. Warm. It was warm. How did the crate get so warm? ... And so soft?
Lifting my hand to gently stroke your head, my eyes began to clear. My focus suddenly zoomed in on my hand and arm, filled with tubes, IVs, and monitors. My body jolted, enough movement to wake any sleeping bear. As reality set in, I looked around the room. We weren't in a train. We were in a hospital... or clinic, or something medical. My heart rate began to escalate, the monitor I was hooked up lighting up like a god damn Christmas tree.
With barely any memories of the incident, I grabbed your arm. Bucky! I shouted in sheer fear. Evidently startled as I frantically looked around me in confusion, I had never expressed fear before not in years. But in this moment, I was afraid. Not because I feared you, or the hospital, but because I feared myself in that moment. With no recollection of how I got here, I wondered what the hell happen between sharing an intimate kiss on the train, and now, this.
As you lifted your head, I ripped off the mask that was giving me fresh oxygen. I barreled off the other side of the bed, opposite to you. Not realizing that I was injured, I folded over as I felt pain blast through my side. Bucky! I screamed at the top of my lungs, panicking. I nearly fell to the floor again. The monitor was shrieking as my body separated from the monitors.
Jean burst through the doors. Penelope! She called out to me, trying to soothe my mind by talking to be both vocally and in my head. But I was so distraught, my mind was not susceptible to telepathy. Don't panic. It's me. Look, it's Jean. And Bucky... She exclaimed, James is right here! She held her hands out to calm me down, but when I turned around she smile dropped from her face.
My eyes were black as night. Turning to face you, I nearly tore my gown right off my body. Lifting it up over my belly, I felt my insides turn. The bruising and freshly sewn wound from the surgery began to disappear. The bruises faded to my skin color as the stitches fell from my body. As the wound healed, my eyes returned to their natural amber hazel. Holding my side in confusion, I remained wide-eyed and swallowed roughly. Jean... Something is wrong with me... My voice trembled. For the first time in a long time, I was not confident. I was afraid. I feel like... I tried to speak, but I lost my breath. I fee like I'm losing control of my body.
As she moved forward towards me, I put my hand out for her to stop. Don't come near me. No one come near me. I backed up, my body pressing against a counter running around the wall. I knocked over several vials and supplies in the panic. Jean listened, and didn't move any closer.
Just breathe. I know. She tried to soothe me. I ran some tests and... She swallowed roughly, Your antibodies are off the charts. Whatever virus is in you, it's attacking your X-Gene.
I threw my hands up in the air, shaking them in a state of refusal. Swallowing, I shook my head too. Stop. I was becoming clearly agitated and evidently overwhelmed. Leave me alone. I swallowed again. Get out! I want to be alone.
She nodded hesitantly, knowing any sort of approach would just end in more reaction. Turning to you, Jean motioned for you to come with her. Let's go.
With him...! I was trying to do just as she told me; breathe. As I took a deep breath in, I looked over to you. My eyes nervously fell upon you. "I want to be alone with him.
Jean looked over to you with concern, and then over to me with that same confused look. Ignoring her medical instinct to evaluate me, she nodded again. The doors slid open and she was gone.
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He stirred when he felt her fingers stroking his head, he huffed out a content sigh, shifted his arms and continued to doze until she jolted. It pulled him right out of his slumber and he was sitting up, his gaze on her face before his attention was pulled to the monitor. Hey it's okay! We're safe. They're good people, he said quickly, his hands moving to hold her hand.
You were unconscious. You're okay though. I swear. You're going to be fine, he said and cut off what he was going to say next when she barrelled herself off the other side of the bed. Son of a bitch! He yelled and moved around to go by her side and put a hand on her shoulder. I'm here! I'm here Penelope! He urged, not yelling but speaking loud enough he hoped to get her attention and get her to really hear him.
When Jean burst into the room he didn't move, he stayed by Penelope's side and hoped Jean would pull her out of this panic. But she looked away from him then she was looking at him and his hand slid down when he saw her eyes, not sure what was going on. He'd seen some crazy things in his life. He knew he did. He remembered some. Not all. But he remembered a man with red skin.
As Penelope nearly tore her gown form her body he stepped back and cast a look at Jean. What did you do to her?! he yelled, his hand motioning out towards Penelope. I didn't do anything but the surgery, this is her X-gene, she said in quick explanation to him, her own gaze staying on the other woman.
Bucky could hear the fear in Penelope's voice as she spoke to Jean and when she moved back towards the counter, Buck ignored his instincts to follow her as Jean moved forward. He didn't want to crowd Penelope when she was in a state of panic. Jean was a doctor... she knew better than he did. But he still felt the need to protect the woman who'd broken into his apartment.
He watched the interaction between the two women and when she said she wanted to be alone he frowned, he didn't like the idea of her being alone but he wasn't about to argue. He'd just wait outside the room. He'd be able to hear if she needed help or called for him. So when Jean began to leave and said for him to follow he took a few steps then stopped when she said she wanted to be alone with him.
Meeting Jean's gaze he gave her a light smile then watched her leave the room. He reached behind himself and then walked over to Penelope slowly. I'm just gonna put the blanket over ya. It's chilly in here, he said as he approached, not knowing where she was at mentally right now.
When he reached her he slid the blanket across her shoulders gently and kept his gaze on her face. You're okay. You're going to be okay, he said, the confidence in his voice steady because he believed his words.
With is arm still across her shoulders he gave her a gently bit of pressure with his arm. C'mon, let's get you back on the bed. You shouldn't be exerting yourself too much, he reasoned and continued to lead her towards the bed she'd thrown herself from when she woke.
As he helped her get back onto the bed he stood by her side and let out a sigh then lowered his gaze to her arms and put his hand over hers. They took us to New York. I didn't know what else to do. You were dying, he said quietly and lifted his gaze back to meet her eyes and held it steady. I didn't... There wasn't another option, he said, shaking his head. You're lung was punctured. I don't have the training to fix that, he explained and frowned. I'm sorry. I should have caught you when that train braked, he said and lifted his other hand and tucked some stray strands of her hair behind her ear.
If they wanted to hurt us though, they would have by now, he said and glanced towards the door then back to her. But... we should stay. If you have a virus. She's a doctor and she saved your life. Maybe she can help with whatever just happened, he suggested.
Life was so much simpler when he was by himself. But now she'd stepped into his life and he couldn't just abandon her. She may have broken into his apartment and maybe it was her who lead those people to him or maybe they were after her. He didn't know. But it was over and done and there was something about her which kept him there.
You felt pain, he pointed out after a few moments. You said you couldn't feel anything, he said quietly and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. Not the best thing to feel but you did feel it, he offered, hoping she could see the positive and being able to just feel something.
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As you came near me with a blanket, my eyes began to water. I felt so overwhelmed, that all I wanted to do was cry in your arms. But I didn't. I didn't even shed a tear. I took a deep breath, pushed my emotions to the back of my mind, and swallowed the urge. Feeling the blanket over my shoulder, a smile began to appear. This was the Bucky Captain America was talking about.
Without a word, I followed your lead to the bed and slowly lay down again. The gesture was only short lived. When you said those dreadful words "New York", my body shot up again. "Bucky..." I said softly, my eyes wide as they gazed at you. "You're in New York." I didn't even care where I was. I was concerned for you. New York was where I had resided for many years - this was like a second home. But for you, this was a place you tried to get away from, and went to great efforts to escape.
I pulled my legs over the side of the bed, sitting in an upright position before you. My knees pushed against your legs, I moved forward as your hand met my face; pushing away those few strands of hair behind my ear. "Thank you." I whispered. That statement was heartfelt, and genuine. Allowing my head to drop, I closed my eyes. "You shouldn't have done that for me." Opening my eyes slowly, I pulled my head up to look at you once more. "I should have regenerated instantly..." I shook my head, "I shouldn't have even gotten so badly mangled from such an insignificant accident." I was still confused about what happened, but just looking at you made me feel a little more at peace. "But I did, I.... I felt the pain."
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More test results came in. Jean looked at them with a lowered brow. "...what?" She muttered to herself in confusion. Unsure of what it was, she went straight for Charles Xavier. Entering his office, she placed the file on his desk. He looked down at it. "Her X-Gene. It's being suppressed... like her body is rejecting itself."
Charles looked down at the document, his eyes going blank as it stared at it. There was silence. Not a word in reaction for several moments. Jean didn't know what to make of it. But Charles did. He turned his head towards her; "I need to see her."
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There was a knock on the door. I looked towards it to see Jean again with Professor X. Sighing, but now calm, I nodded them - giving them permission to enter. It had suddenly dawned on me where we were. We were at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. It had been so many years, I barely recognized the facility.
Replacing my hand on yours, I reverted my body to lay back down again. I could barely focus, let alone think. "Professor X." I said, acknowledging that I knew him.
He smiled lightly at me as the two of them approached the other side of my bed. "Penelope." He returned, "It's been a long time." Without a word, I gave a weak smile and nodded slightly. He chuckled, but continued, "I wanted to come speak with you... Jean showed me some of your test results." His smile soon left his expression. His eyes turned to Bucky, and with a confident smile, he asked, "Could I have a minute alone with her, please?" He wouldn't say another word. He would just look at you, and wait until you left. Looking over to you, I nodded lightly, giving you permission to leave me alone with them. I watched as you exiting the door, and the doors slid close behind you.
"Your X-Gene is being suppressed." Professor X continued. "It's why you're healing is sporadic and no longer consistent."
Without even reacting to his diagnosis, I oddly looked down at my stomach. Noticing a mark on my upper torso, my hands quickly moved to feel it. I lifted my head to get a better look at the mark. It was a small spherical scar. Bullet. I whispered, but then became louder, This is one of Mystique's bullets. It... It didn't heal properly. I looked confused, Why didn't it heal like the other tw- Stopping myself mid-sentence, I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came from my lips. It took me a few seconds to finally spit it out. The bullet was poisoned. Sinking my head into the pillow, I stared at the ceiling. Bitch poisoned me.
Jean hesitated, Poison? What kind of poison would suppress your X-Gene? Before I could even answered you, she immediately came to the realization. Holding her head she muttered, Oh my god... The Hope Serum.
No. I shook my head. This is worse.
Professor X chimed in. A vaccine, actually. He corrected. Erik... He's been working on a mutant vaccine since the release of the Hope Serum. Jean looked confused, too. She had never heard of a vaccine for mutants, and if Charles had known about this for a long time, he certainly hadn't told even his closest friends and allies. Magneto is trying to push humans into evolution; he wants to force mutants to evolve to their full potential. Xavier nodded his head slowly. There's a vaccine... I thought only myth.... Professor X mumbled, ... Though very much a reality.
What does it do? Jean asked, concerned.
Forces the body to accept or reject the Hope Serum. He explained, If your body accepts the vaccine, you become entirely immune to any sort of X-Gene suppressor, like the Hope Serum. Your mutation solidifies permanently, and in most cases, even strengthens and accelerates.
Jean looked over to me nervously. And if her body rejects it?
She will die. As he spouted those words, I slowly lifted myself out of a laying position, and pushed my body into a up-right sitting position, yet again. Without responding, Professor X added, You will get very ill and your X-Gene will eventually mutate into cancer. This process could take a week, a month, maybe even a year.
I grunted, Oh, lovely. Heightened powers, or death. I'm not sure which one's worse. I had a joking tone, but my sarcasm was riddled with truth. My abilities were so torturous to begin with, I couldn't imagine having them any stronger. Death? Death sounded almost more enjoyable.
"Have faith." Jean said.
"And what?" I growled, "Wait around while I get sicker and sicker? No." I shook my head. "I won't just watch my body slowly kill itself." My feet met the floor once more. "We're leaving." Jean moved forward to stop me, but Charles shook his head - initiating her to let me go. As the doors slid open, I zoomed past you. "Let's go."
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I know, it's okay. Can't run away forever, he offered with a light smile and kept his hand resting at the side of her face when she sat up. I wasn't just going to leave you with these people. Not gonna leave you alone till you tell me to at this point, he grinned. And he meant it. There was something growing between them and he didn't want to be alone anymore. He didn't want to have to live his life in silence and with nobody to mean anything. Penelope meant something now. She was a friend. Steve Rogers called himself his friend, but Bucky didn't know him. He didn't know Penelope either, not really. But he knew enough to know he wouldn't let anyone hurt her if he could help it.
He bowed his head and let his lips brush over hers. It felt different without his beard in the way, the way her chin brushed against his, it was nice. He'd make a point to be a bit better at the shaving part. It had never seemed to matter before. I blame you for starting this, he said lightly, his blue eyes sparkling with humour as his metal hand rested on the table by her hip and the hand against her head applied just a light pressure and his thumb traced along her cheekbone.
He straightened when there was a knock and watched the two enter. He didn't show any surprise, didn't show much of anything when she acknowledged knowing the man whom she'd referred to as 'Professor X'. He simply watched them, they didn't hurt her. They helped her. And him. But he didn't know if he actually trusted them yet.
When he requested Bucky leave the room Buck stood stock still, making no motion to move at all but his gaze flicked from the Professor to Penelope. And when she gave a nod he stepped back, letting his fingers linger on her for a moment before dropping his hand and walked out of the room. He stood by the door, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall and his head resting. Eyes focused on the wall across from him. This place was way too white. And clean he decided.
The words began and he listened. It was just as clear as though he were in the room with them. His posture became less casual as the conversation carried on. The news was worse than he'd expected. It left a knot in his stomach. He'd kicked her. If he'd just... not and given up then she wouldn't have been poisoned. Unless that was why they were there. But then, maybe they'd have taken the both of them and could have made it so instead of dying she'd get heightened powers.
Bucky's gaze became grim as his brain raced with the possibilities of how his actions should have been altered and what sort of outcome they may have resulted in and all of them were better than this one. But if they had the poison, then they had to have an antidote...
His head snapped up when she announced she was leaving and felt a bit of dread billowing in his stomach. He didn't know what he was supposed to do to protect her from this. How was he supposed to stop it? He had no clue where to go from here with this information. He wasn't supposed to know but... he did. And he couldn't just let her die.
But he knew she hated her power. She saw it as a curse more than a gift. And if it was heightened... would she even want to live?
When she zoomed past him he pushed himself off the wall and followed her. I have my bag upstairs, he said, not thinking it wise to tell her to stop. And we should get you clothes. You're in a hospital gown, he pointed out and hit the button for the elevator.
Are you... are you sure we should leave? Do you know somebody who could help you? he asked once the elevator doors shut and they were alone. Serum and all of that... heightened senses. I couldn't help but overhear, he said with a shake of his head. C'mon, he said and lead the way to the room they'd put him in and shut the door behind them. He stepped up to the bed and looked through the bag and frowned. I don't have any clothes that'll fit you, but... he nudged the bag over towards her. If you find something that'll work it's all yours. Or you could just stay here, relax and think things over before you make a very rash decision and I'll go out and buy you some clothes and whatever you need, he said and reached out to turn her so she was facing him.
I don't know what you're going through right now but both options they gave you are shit. And leaving right now, probably isn't the best idea. Let them run a few tests on the poison... maybe there's a way they can stop it from heightening and stop it from killing you, he said and set his hands on her shoulders. Just a day? Maybe? No matter what you decide I'll go with you... but you're life is more important than a four second decision. Just... take a few hours? Please?
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Quick. Very quick. I was moving quickly, and you were following closely behind. My mind was in such a state of frenzy, still, that I hadn't even processed any other option other than to leave the facility immediately. As I stormed down the chilling hall, I stopped at the elevator. Hearing your words, I tried not to make it obvious, but I had pretty much forgotten I was still in a hospital gown. Other than my black lace underwear, I was pretty much naked under this blue sheet. I was also barefoot, and the floor was cold beneath me.
Disregarding the fact that I was practically in the nude, the moment of realization was interrupted by a light ding and the elevator doors open. Stepping inside, I leaned my back against the wall and tried not to become completely and utterly claustrophobic in that moment. I remained totally silent throughout the entire elevator wall. Even as you spoke to me, asked me questions, I could not even look at you. My eyes were glazed over, and all I could think about was my impending future. Where would we go from here? That was one hell of a good question... and I didn't know the answer.
As you admit that you overheard the conversation, my eyes finally break free from the changing number lights on the screen. Looking up at you, concerned, I parted my lips to speak to you. No words. I had no words. I didn't want you to know. If you hadn't heard, I probably wouldn't have even told you. Looking to you, I could feel it. I could feel, without even having to touch you, that you were riddled with guilt. Although I had no skin-to-skin contact with you at the moment, the bond between the two of us was already established, and I could feed into your memories, and your mind. You were thinking about that moment you kicked me. The moment I was thrown forward and Mystique shot me three times. I became deeply saddened. Saddened that you felt that way, and that you were reliving those memories in your mind as I looked at you. I couldn't look at you any more. And even in this dire moment, I couldn't shed a single word.
The doors to the elevator opened, and I rushed out of it. I moved fast down the new floor's hallway. Passing a young boy - a student with his face buried in his iPhone as he texted I plucked the device right from his clammy little fingers and tapped his forehead. Before the boy could react or fight me, the touch on his head sent him into a state of hypnosis; making him forget what he was doing. As I walked away with his phone, he looked around confused about his whereabouts. He continued down the hallways, phoneless, without even realizing what had just happened. Meanwhile, I used his phone to send a text out. After it successfully sent, I deleted the message and any trace of it. Turning to you as you opened the door to your room, I followed you in and insured the door closed behind me. Can you crush this, please? I placed the phone directly in your bionic hand. Thank you. I assured, without even waiting for a response. I just expected you to listen to me.
I listened to you as you continued to speak to me, and beg me to stay. I listened, but it didn't seem like I was listening. I wasn't looking at you; unable to look you in the eyes. All I did was snatch the bag from your grip, and shuffle through the belongings before becoming slightly frustrated. I pushed the bag away after grabbing a random t-shirt. As you pleaded with me for more tests, I just turned around from you. Not bothering to go to the washroom, I tore the gown right off my body. I was exposed in front of you, though my back was facing you. Nearly naked, but the one item, underwear, that barely covered my butt, my bare back was revealed to you. It was covered in big scar that ran all the way down my spine. The sight would only last a second, as I tossed the t-shirt over my head and let it fall on my like a dress.
I don't need help, James... I need a miracle. Defeated, I turned to you. I don't need a doctor, I need a priest. Despite the modern world of anti-religion, I was still close to my Christian faith. Looking deeply into your eyes, my voice reduced to a whisper. This is not your fault. Taking your hand in mine, I squeezed it gently. I can see the guilt in your eyes. I can feel the regret... but this is not you... I shook my head softly, to reassure my soft and trembling words. If this was their plan, Mystique would have shot me anyways. I wanted to kiss you again. My body leaned in as if to do so, but I stopped. Turning away, I let go of your hand. There will be a car here in 5 minutes. It'll take you to the airport where you'll fly and escape to Romania... I paused, my hand clutching onto the door handle as I waited to open it. ...Without me.
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The phone she handed him was crushed before she said thank you, he did it without thinking and tossed the broken metal into the garbage can as she looked through the bag. Bucky'd noticed the scar along her spine while they'd walked but now as she stood in the room in just her underwear he really couldn't help but let his eyes move across the pale flesh of her body. He swallowed and turned his gaze away as his t-shirt covered the sight and let out a sigh.
Don't miracles and priests fall on faith? he asked, his eyes moving from the random spot on the corner of the bed they'd rested on to go back to her. He let her take his hand and he let her speak. And telling me not to feel regret is not going to get rid of that feeling, he pointed out, shaking his head. Whether they came to shoot you with that poison is not relevant. It happened and I was a pawn in the actions which led up to it, he said, his voice softening as she leaned her body closer to his then blinked when she was suddenly turning away and let go of his hand.
He scoffed at her words, reaching out and putting his hand against the door so even if she wanted to open it he wouldn't let her. I am not leaving you. I said I'd follow you whatever you want to do but I just think you should take the time to see what the professor guy can offer. There's not guarantee what they said is the final diagnosis. They did one test, there is no way they know what they're talking with one, single test. And the guy said he only thought it was a myth. Just... stay. And if you stay I'm staying, he said and leaned against the door and gazed down at her.
You're the only person I know in this whole world right now. The only human being I want to be around is you. Because I like you. And I'm not just going to turn around and abandon you. Not now. Even if you tell me too. I'm not very good at following orders anymore, he stated and moved himself closer to her. Plus, you've got my shirt on. And I really like that shirt, he mumbled and reached down to touch the hem of the shirt, his fingers brushing against her thigh as he did.
Even if it looks a lot better on you than it does on me, he said and pressed his lips against hers. His body moved on pure instinct, his bionic hand pulling her hand from the handle and lifting it to his shoulder while both hands moved to the back of her thighs and he lifted her from the ground and manoeuvred himself between her legs as he pushed her against the wall with his body.
His hands slid up her thighs as he used his body to keep her there and let his fingers brush against her ass, he'd been resisting the urge to touch her since she walked passed him in nothing but her lace underwear and hospital gown. Even with the news of what was going on to her in the back of his mind, touching her was just... so intoxicating. His lips left her to move across her jaw then down her neck. Still want me to go? He asked with a smirk against her skin.
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No matter how much you tried to pep talk me, convince me, and talk me out of abandon this whole arrangement, I was adamant on my departure. Ignoring virtually every word you said to plead with me, I went for the door anyways. My hand gripped the handle, and I moved to open the door and leave, but found I couldn't open it. My eyes moved to your bionic hand, holding the door shut and eliminating any possibility for me to run away. That's what this was all about after all. I was running away from reality. It was the only thing I knew how to do; it was a defense mechanism I used to protect myself and others around me.
Realizing I couldn't fight the force of your superhuman strength, I turned to finally face you. My once determined eyes turned to a light frown.You're the only person I know in this whole world right now. The only human being I want to be around is you.With those words, how could I try to fight you? You were completely attached to me by this point, and I would be lying to myself if I didn't admit I felt the same way, too. But this reality, these feelings, they frightened me. All those who had become attached to me in the past would die at my hands. Bucky... I- I tried to get a word in, but you just continued determined to keep me from abandoning you.
Flipping the conversation to focus on your t-shirt, my frown quickly turned into a weak smile. The more you tried, the more you were succeeded in shutting me up and changing my mind. My weak smile becoming stronger, and brighter as the space between us closed in. I was trapped between your body and the door, with your hand firmly on the door by my head. Who was I kidding? I wasn't going anywhere.
By the time you brushed my thigh, and pushed your lips against mine, I was completely smitten. Moving my body with yours, my legs wrapped tightly around your waist, and my arms moved over your shoulders to cup the back of your head in my hands. I kept my mouth pressed firmly on yours, I parted my lips to deepen the kiss; twirling my tongue against yours.
When you broke the kiss to trail down my neck, I gave a trembling exhale. Uhm.... Quite frankly, I was too aroused to think clearly and respond. My heart beating and my breath short, I luckily didn't need to say anymore.
There was a loud knock on the door. Startling me into reality, "Uh-" I said as I snapped out of it. "...Yes?"
"There's some suped up piece of machinery outside of the front doors. Looks like a car." It was Wolverine, and he didn't sound impressed, no annoyed. "If you're planning on moving in, the car goes in the garage... You need to move it."
Clearing my throat, my legs unhinged from your waist and I dropped to my feet. I trailed my hands from your neck to your chest, and let them rest there. Smiling and looking at you as I responded to Logan, "Uhm, yeah of course. I'll move it, thanks." Logan looked at the door weirdly, waiting a moment for it to open, but then abandoning the idea and walking away. I started to chuckle lightly. Slipping my hands down your arms to your wrists, I lightly pulled your hands from my body. "Come."
I gave you a charming look; slithering my body from out of entrapment. Moving over to the bed, I closed your bag, and tossed it across the room over to you. "Let's go for a drive." With a charming smile, I moved past you and opened the door. Leading to the front of the mansion, I walked right past Professor X and Jean. Jean looked confused and looked over to Charles. Charles raised his hand slightly, signalling to her that it was OK, and to let us leave. Without a single word, I left the facility with you. The car waiting for us was unlike anything most had seen. It was a supercar, theLambo Veneno, modified to be more than just a car, but an super computer, and a weapon. As I approached the car, I spoke in Romanian. The vehicle was even voice activated. The engine roared to life, and the doors unlocked. I walk over to the driver's side, but before getting in the car, I paused, leaning my front over the car to look at you. I had a puzzling look on my face. "How about..." I moved away from the driver's side, and made my way over to the passenger's seat. "You drive."
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At the knock on the door Bucky dropped his head forward, his forehead resting against the wall he had Penelope pinned against as he listened to the exchange and for a moment, wished he'd killed the man with the metal claws. When she loosened her legs from around his waist he slid his hands to her waist and let his fingers linger there for a few moments until her hands took his wrists and pulled his fingers away from her skin. He resisted the urge to complain and instead just watched as she went to the bed and closed the bag then tossed it over to him.
A drive sounds so much less appealing than kissing and touching you, he sighed, a slight whine to his tone, and stepped aside as she opened the door and followed her out. When he saw the professor and Jean he glanced between the back of Penelope's head and the other two. When he was passing them he paused. Thank you for all your help, he offered quickly before following her down to the main floor and out of the front door.
He paused when he saw the car and tilted his head. Logan's words were right. It was a piece of suped up machinery which looked like a car. When she paused and leaned over the car Buck raised an eyebrow at the curious look on her face then gave a nod of his head. Alright, he agreed when she said he should drive and walked around the car and to the driver's side. He opened the door and climbed into the vehicle and slid onto the seat.
Bucky set his bag behind them and glanced over at her then put the car in gear. Alright, so where are we going anyway? He asked, as he drove away from the grounds of the school and came up to a gate, it opened automatically and he turned onto the road, heading towards the city. If anything we can get you some clothes, he said, glancing at her. No matter how good you look in my shirt I don't exactly like the idea of everybody getting to see you in it, he said with a bit of a smirk and continued to drive, going 20 over the speed limit.
Besides clothes, I'm not sure about you but I could go for some food, he said with a light smile as he moved them closer to the city. Getting closer to the city caused a sense of unease but he also had to get over it. It was a city, a city close to his past linking him to a multitude of memories just waiting to be unlocked.
And people from his past. People looking for him. Hydra. It was one of the most densely populated cities in the world, there'd be cameras and CCTV and eyes everywhere. But he had to face this sooner or later. He'd been on the run for so long, it was hard to finally stop.
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Sitting in the car, the computer in the vehicle came to life. A screen from the front dash rose up and turned on. Voice activation required. A male voice announced to me. Without flinching, I kept a straight face. In a different language, I uttered an old Romani proverb. I wasn't even speaking Romanian, but a variant of the language from the Roma people. A language that had long died in America. The computer processed the sentence. Welcome, Fee-Fee.
Nodding lightly at the computer, I didn't blink an eye as I continued to speak to it like it was a person. As you asked me where we were going, I turned my head to look at you. Ferka, we're going home. I smiled lightly at you. My eyes quickly trailed back at the screen, which now lit up as a map of the city and surrounding area.
Suddenly, the map was filled with red dots, and Ferka blurted, Located 216 authorized police vehicles. Preparing route. Calculating. A short second later, the map turned into a GPS system, mapping out the best route that would avoid virtually all police. It was a bit of a detour, but it would keep us out of sight.
Thank you, Ferka. Glancing over to you, Engage auto-pilot.
Your seat began to move back too far for you to reach any controls. The wheel began to move with a mind of it's own. Auto-pilot active. The vehicle was driving itself. It was quite a complicated route, and it would be easier for the car to just maneuver its way through the busy city streets without being detected.
Not wanting to make you feel left out, I chuckled lightly. You can relax. I took your hand in mine, placing our entwined fingers on my lap. He will do the work. I gave a reassuring nod. Just as I opened my mouth to speak again, the car began to ring. The screen diverted from a map-menu and to the symbol of a phone.Stark Industrieswas the name on the caller ID. Looking confused, I called out. Accept call. Turning to you, I put my index finger over my lips, to suggest that you needed to stay quiet, and keep your mouth shut.
A face appeared on the screen, it was the face of Tony Stark, the infamous Iron Man. Although we could see him, as he was in his computer-ridden lair, he however could not see us. This car was fully loaded, but not with a web-cam of any sort. Phoenix! Stark exclaimed, Where in the fuck... have you been? He laughed lightly, his voice filled with joy, not with anger. You've been M.I.A. for like 4 weeks!
In the background, a feminine voice could be heard. Is that Penelope? It was Pepper.
Hi, Pepper! I chuckled, And you too, Stark.
He grunted. Ferka's been inactive for over 6 weeks. We were starting to worry?
You?Worried? I smiled, stating sarcastically. Pepper, he's taking credit for all your hard work, again.
Pepper scoffed, laughing. I know!Classic!
I've been working. I said, keeping it extremely vague.
Stark bit into an apple obnoxiously. Uh-huh. He said, not buying any of it. What happened to laying off missions for a while, huh? He criticized, but it was all in a friendly manner. His direction to a quick turn when he took another bite in his apple and came to a realization. You didn't go after that Bucky kid, did you? Stark was suspiciously smart. Too smart. Either he had remarkably good intuition, or he had spoken to Natasha recently. Sinking into the seat, I shook my head slightly, wondering which answer would put you at the least risk. He took my silence as a yes, It's a suicide mission. What compelled you to be so stupid?
Rolling my eyes, I cleared my throat. This wasn't a mission. This one was personal. My eyes moved to you, briefly, before focusing back on the screen. It doesn't matter, anyways.
He crunched into the apple again, slurping as he did so. Uh-huh. He stated again, not buying any of my vague answers. Well you're alive, which means you failed... Ah, Stark. Always so utterly arrogant.
Pepper chimed in, Tony... You could hear it in her voice, she was reprimanding her husband. I'm just relieved to hear your voice. She was much, much sweeter and more sentimental than Stark was.
Turning to complete lies, I looked over to you again. I would protect you, and this was my own burden to bear. Until the day I died, I would shield you from the world until you told me otherwise. Just hit a bunch of dead ends. I confirmed his cocky theory. By the time I made it to Estonia, he was already long gone. One step ahead of me.
Crunching into the apple again, Tony went to talk but was intercepted by Pepper. Well, you're back just in time for the Gala!
The what? I cocked my head forward, my eyes widening as I remembered just what she was talking about. A wave of panic washed over me as I leaned my head back against the head rest. Shit, I whispered under my breath as my hand wiped over my face. Staring out the window, I swore silently under my breath. In the mess of things, I had completely forgotten about it. A part of me assumed it would have been canceled post aftermath of the fall of SHIELD, but that didn't seem to be the case. SHIELD was still very much alive, one way or the other, and the Avengers was one of them. I fell silent, not knowing what to do in that moment.
The Avengers Gala... Tony piped up, You know, the one you never attend.
Pepper added, Also the one you promised Natasha you'd come to this year! She continued, "Plus, she's been trying to secretly set you up with Steve for months now."
My eyes widened at that fact.Dear God, I thought to myself. Smiling weakly at you, I couldn't help but begin to chuckle nervously. "Hahaha!" I laughed sarcastically, the sort of 'kill me' laugh at something that no one looks ever forward to. "Yeah...No."
Sloshing through the apple once again, Pepper lightly smacked Tony's chest. "Disgusting!" She looked at him like he was a child, and as if she was a mother trying to teach him some manners.
"What!? It's an apple, Pepper. How am I supposed to eat an apple?DRINKit?" Pepper walked away from him, and he followed her out of the room. Within a couple of seconds, the two were out of camera's reach.
Impatient, and in a bit of a panic, I reached over to the screen and declined the on-going call. The phone hung up, and the screen reverted back to the map of the road. Exhaling nervously, I looked over to you and bit my lip. "Fuck..."
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Fee-Fee? he asked with a grin and turned his head to look at her. Bu- he got cut off as the seat began to move back. I liked driving this thing. I like driving in general, he said and laid his head back as he figured he didn't have anything else he really had to do. When she took his hand he visibly relaxed a little more and let his fingers brush over the skin of her thigh as she rested their hands on her lap.
During the call his face remained stoic, listening but not letting the words be thought of too much. He didn't know if what she was saying truth or if it was just to cover her ass from her friend. He was surprised she was such close friends with Tony Stark. He'd heard of the multibillionaire though his research on Steve.
When Pepper mentioned Penelope being set up with Steve he couldn't help but turn his head towards her and smirked playfully as she smiled weakly at him then the nervous laugh. Then the call was ended and he arched a brow, leaning back in his seat a bit and giving her hand a light squeeze. You and Steve huh? he asked, his smirk growing into a grin with a teasing twinkle in his eye.
He hadn't expected her to live here though, to have a place to call home. He hadn't known really what to expect and realized he knew pretty much nothing about her. And she wasn't like him in the sense he'd spend so long being nobody, just weapon. She'd created a life for herself. She'd been someone for a long time. He was just creating a life for himself and he hoped she did want him involved in hers.
Maybe we should go to the gala, he said after a few moments and gave her a smile. I mean, if everyone will be there and it's a fairly controlled situation then nobody would be stupid enough to try and attack, he reasoned, resting his head against the headrest, his gaze remaining locked on hers.
And I have a feeling you'll be a total knockout in a dress, he said with another grin then leaned over and pressed his lips against hers. And they seem to miss you. You should get some time to see your friends without having to worry about all the other bullshit in the world.
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Black Widow is in for a surprise, I chuckled lightly, The only conversation I've had with Steve has been about you. I shrugged, I've never been interested in Captain Fan-tabulous America. A knight in shining armor is a man who's never had his metal truly tested. Looking over to you, I gave a charming smile. Plus... I ran my hand over your metal arm. You're literally made of metal. Trickling my fingers down, almost seductively, I couldn't resist a kiss.
When you suggested we go to the Gala, my eyes widened slightly and my head cocked back. Go? I asked surprised, gazing to you for further answers. I'm not worried about an attack, I'm worried about you. You do realize Steve will be there, and so will many people who despise you... Who don't understand. I seemed to be panicking more about this inside than you were.
Shaking my head, I.. I think it's a bad idea. Who was I really afraid for? Yourself? Or was this really just a subconscious fear for myself. I've crossed a lot of people, as have you. I said nervously, but then sighed. Turning my gaze back at you, I swallowed roughly. Natasha - she's been trying to get my file cleared with SHIELD. And it almost worked but... My eyes fell down to your metal arm. For a moment, I lost myself in my thoughts. I was an enemy of the State. ... but I fucked up. I've hurt too many people; things I can't take back, nor apologize for.
Breaking out of those thoughts, I looked back to you. My light hazel eyes seemed to begin to water, but I quickly blinked out any emotion and concealed my feelings. Turning my focus back to you, I squeezed your hand gently. I lost my chance; I don't want to jeopardize yours.
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As much as Bucky wanted to just put her hand on his arm again and pretend the idea of going to the gala hadn't crossed his mind he couldn't. It would open up a whole new world for him to have to adjust too but why wait? He didn't know what was going to happen and he couldn't hide forever. There was no way he keep running and never have someone catch up.
I don't think Tony or Pepper would invite you to that gala or want you to come if there was a chance of those people hurting you, he reasoned, suddenly a lot less concerned about what this would entail for him. He reached over and brushed his thumb across her lower lip. Youwerean enemy of the State. No anymore. Past tense, he pointed out. Though he didn't know the specifics of what had happened nor how or even if she was completely cleared but she had used past tense. People fuck up Penelope. We all hurt and get hurt and if those people can't get over then fuck them, he said with a bit of a smirk. It's their loss not getting to know you.
My chance is... I don't care about my chance. I'm not looking for redemption for what I've done. The things I've done, the people I've hurt are dead. I need to come to terms with that on my own. I need to learn to forgive myself before I can worry about anybody else, he sighed and raked his fingers through his long hair quickly. Maybe it'll be fun. And they really seem to want you there, he pointed out. Because both Tony and Pepper did seem to be excited by her presence in New York and the possibility of her going to the gala.
He tilted his head, watching her closely for a moment, silent. Don't do that. Don't hide your feelings. You say you couldn't feel anything but you hide it. Don't do that, he said quietly, blue eyes searching hers. You don't have to hide from me Fee-Fee, he said, using the newly found nickname to lighten the heavy discussion.
And if we don't go to the gala... A somewhat playful smirk slipped onto his face. I do hope I get to see you in a little black dress someday, he said and gave her hand another squeeze.
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I'm not afraid of being hurt, Bucky... My voice was soft; almost a whisper. I'm afraid of seeing the hurt I caused in others. Feeling rather sad of the circumstances, I kept my head down, looking at our hands entwined on my lap. As your hand met my face, and your thumb to my lips, I lifted my head to look at you. As your grazed my lower lip, I smiled. It was a weak smile, but it was nevertheless genuine. My mind was loaded with too many thoughts, and it momentarily hindered my ability to function. Your words were so kind; so considerate. After everything you had been through, you were still such a breath of fresh air.
Still, my mind was bombarded with memories memories of those whom I had tortured in the past. I tried to snap out of it, but I was lost. In that moment, I was a ghost in the car seat. My eyes wandering my bare feet as I tried to sort through all the chaos in my conscious mind. I had always been a tortured soul, and I always would be. But I had grown to control it to keep the hurt at bay, but with you... it was different. You reminded me so much of myself that I became vulnerable in your presence; unable to shuffle through the all the crap twirling in my head. But then I heard a familiar name-Fefe.
My head perked up and I looked at you with surprised eyes. You were much more perceptive then I ever gave you credit for. My frown grew into a warm smile. I normally would have yelled at anyone for calling me that, but out of your mouth, it sounded so soothing; like a lullaby. I never wanted you to call me anything else. My mother used to call me that. I smiled some more, spreading your hand open with my fingers and drawing on your palm softly. Fefe the Fighter. I laughed lightly, Because I was stubborn as shit. And I never backed down from a challenge. I was determined, even as a young child.
Mmm. I let out a soothed moan as I thought about my family. Let's do it. I changed conversations suddenly. Let's do this. Let's show up at the Gala and shock the hell out of everybody. I chuckled, becoming more and more enthusiastic about the idea as the seconds went on. Propping up in the seat, I turned to you. We're doing this! I grabbed you face and cupped your neck with one hand and forced an abrupt kiss on your lips. Parting my mouth from yours, my smile was beaming. Our faces just an inch apart, I kissed you again. "You're going to get more than a little black dress."
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He truly had no idea what to say about not wanting to see the hurt she caused to others. He was sure she had. He had. He just tried to convince himself he didn't care because he couldn't care. Not yet. There was only so many things he could handle. There was only so many things she could handle. And while she had done things in her past, perhaps some things which were horrible and despicable but they were in her past. Same as his were in his past.
He wanted to tell her it would be okay. The past was the past and while it couldn't be changed there was no use in hanging onto it. But it was bullshit. It was just words. But when he slept he saw the faces of all the people he'd killed. And he woke hating himself just a little bit more. He was trying harder to get over it. Guilt was a fucked up emotion. He hadn't consciously hurt people. He was sure she hadn't enjoyed doing what she did and even if she did it wasn't who she was now. Everyone had a chance at redemption. It was something he had to believe.
Bucky dropped his head to the side, watching her as she drew along his palm. That truly doesn't surprise me. You can't be as stubborn as you are and it started later in life, he teased quietly, watching her with a fondness he'd never expressed before. Not like this. You were stubborn enough to keep trying to find me and I know I didn't leave a trail. And even I did, the connections weren't there, he smiled, knowing she'd had to have used her powers to one degree or another.
Do what? He asked at the sudden announcement and let himself grin at her decision to go to the Gala. It will truly shock a lot of people, he agreed, smiling brightly at her. It set off a new wave of nerves though, but it would result in a weight off of his shoulders. Steve was the one who pulled him from Hydra's grasp. He'd thought of him often on the run. Soon he'd face the man and be able to talk to him, figure out some things about himself from his past. Maybe it would be good in the end.
Bucky was pulled from his thoughts when her hand was cupping his neck and then her lips were on his. He was enjoying being able to touch and be touched the way her and him were able to be now. I didn't think, when I was running, I'd ever end up with anyone like you. I mean, someone who I wanna be around and touch and who seems to feel the same.
He returned the second kiss then bit his bottom lip at the mention of getting more than a little black dress. Something more than a little black dress... I'm going to hold you to that, he smirked and turned the hand on her lap so he could rest his palm against her thigh and moved his fingers lightly against her skin. We're almost at you place, he said and glanced at the GPS showing the moving blip nearing the final destination. I'm going to need a suit for tonight. I have a feeling the Gala isn't a place to wear jeans and holey shirt.
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I smiled at your kind, romantic words. Mm. A hum was the only sound to escape my lips. I was at a loss for words. Stanki nashti chi arakenpe manushen shai. Speaking in a different language, my eyes gazed at you. It was the Romani language, nearly lost and forgotten in a modern system like America. I translated, Mountains do not meet, but people do. I grazed my fingers from your palm, up your arms lightly. I never really understood it as a child, but I think now... it means fate. Mountains cannot move, they are static. But people; people are diverse, ever-moving. Life is unpredictable.
Ferka came to life. Arriving. The building the vehicle turned into was, evidently in the heart of New York, a giant glass-based skyscraper. It was a building that hosted a number of high-end condominiums. Rather than pulling up at the front of the building, Ferka took us around to the side and down a tight alleyway between buildings. The alleyway lead to a hidden garage door. As the car approached, the garage door pulled open automatically. It lead to an private garage space; not the usual commonly shared underground parking lot. The space was big, almost the size of an apartment itself, and hosted a number of classic cars and a pair of motorcycles. One speed bike theHonda CBR300RA, and the other aHarley Davidson Iron 833. The cars were not as extravagant as the Lamborghini, but they were respectable. A classic1970 Boss 302 Ford Mustang, and beside it, it's modern counterpart the2013 Ford Mustand GT. Then off to the right, randomly, was a SUV theAcura MDX.
Oh, no. This is a high-end event. Hosted by the one and only, Tony Stark; multi-billionaire extravagant. Black-tie; the most formal you can get. Picture a celebrity movie premiere, but with billionaires. Sighing slightly at the thought, I smiled as we entered the garage and the door closed behind us. Ferka parked himself beside the classic 1970 Mustang. "Welcome to my crib, yo!" I said in an awful, joking gangster accent. Realizing I should never attempt that sort of humor again, I gave an embarrassed smile and exited the vehicle.
Off by the side, where the Acura was stationed, was an elevator. Letting you gaze at the area I called my man cave, I chuckled lightly. "I have weird hobbies. Including a grave enthusiasm for cars." Going up to the elevator, I stood in front of a identification pad. Placing both my right hand on the pad, and my face in front of a camera, a blue laser opened up from the camera and made an dotted map on my face. It zoomed in on my pupil, then flashed. Access granted. The elevator door opened. "Common." I leaned forward to grab your bionic hand and pull you into the elevator. "I think I've got something that might fit you."
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Bucky was happy. Sitting in the car with Penelope, his hand on the soft flesh of her thigh and with her eyes on him, the way she looked at him. He'd decided he was done running but he would be so content to just stay there with her. Fate. Everything considered, I can get on that ride, he chuckled quietly.
As the car announced they were arriving he tilted his head to look at the world Penelope was used to. He arched a brow and glanced at her then looked down the alleyway the car was taking them down. I feel like I'm over-reaching in my attraction to you, he commented, amazing at the style and location of her building. It was hard to imagine wanting to leave New York if she had an apartment in a building like this. It was probably breathtaking.
And then they were in the garage and his appreciation for her grew a little more. Everything that had happened today was sitting at the back of his mind but right now. He almost wanted to propose to her when he saw the motorcycles and the Mustangs. Despite everything he'd been through, Penelope was beautiful, inside and out, lived in an amazing looking building and had an amazing taste in cars. She was so far out of his league right now.
Her horrible gangster accent threw him for a loop and he just watched her climb out of the car for a moment before following her. He ran his fingers over the Harley as he walked past the bike and smiled at her words. No. Not a weird hobby. It's amazing, they're amazing. You are, he commented and looked at the bike then saw her at the elevator and wandered over before she could leave him behind.
A cheshire smirk spread onto his lips as she pulled him into the elevator and said she had something which may fit him. Mmmm, that is very curious. Should I be jealous you have a suit up there? he asked with a grin and turn so he was facing her and lifted his bionic hand to he could press a kiss to the back of her hand.
His eyes never left her face and he raised their hands, his flesh hand taking her other one and raised it over her head to rest beside the other. You're so beautiful, he said and looked over her face before dipping his head and capturing her lips in a slow, lazy kiss. He let go of her hands and trailed his fingers down her arms then slid his arms around her and smiled against her lips.
I need to get some of this out before tonight, he said and nuzzled his nose against hers. Or else I won't be able to keep my hands off of you, his lips were on hers again and he pushed her a little more firmly against the wall of the elevator.
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When you called me amazing, I was taken off guard. After pulling my hand and face from the sensors, I looked over to you and gave a warm smile. I had no words to describe the way you made me feel, particularly how I felt in that moment. Watching you gaze in awe at a fraction of my collection of vehicles, I couldn't help to appreciate the moment. Boys and their toys. I found myself leaning against the wall, my eyes slightly crossed; just enjoying the moment. But as you looked over to me again, I acted as if I wasn't staring at you blissfully. I propped myself up, cleared my throat, and snatched oyu into the elevator.
Mmmm. I smirked charmingly, Maybe you should be jealous. I teased. When you pinned my arms above my head, I laughed lightly. Oh... My eyes gazed down at you. I blatantly checked you out shifting my eyes up and down to take in your intimidating form. As you complimented me, my smirk melted off of my face. I looked surprised, as if I had never been told that before in my life. I was speechless, but my silence was quickly interrupted by the feeling of your lips.
A big smile boomed across my lips as I tried to resist the urge to just rip off your clothes right here and now. I deepened the kiss, pushing my mouth harder against yours as my back arched. Without even realizing, I pushed my hips forward against yours. Arms around your neck like a teenager at prom, I grinded my body lightly against yours and moaned against your lips.
Just as I nearly threw myself onto you... DING. The elevator doors opened. My body stopped. Halting all acting, I laughed against your lips. I might just make you wait. I whispered seductively in you ear. Nibbling on your lobe, I tore away from you suddenly not even given you a chance to make a move. With your hand still in mine, I pulled you hard right out of the elevator and into my lavish, multi-flooredpenthouse.
"Don't laugh." I teased myself, "I have a very... uh...eclecticstyle." Taking a few steps forward, further into the living area. There was an arrangement of couches. In front of them was a white brick wall, with a fireplace and a flat-screen TV over it. To the sides were bookcases filled to the brim with both new and old books. Off to the corner, by the windows, was an antique grand piano, and next to it, was an antique 40sIndian military motorcycle. It was in poor, rusted condition. Rather than restoring, I turned it into decor. It was a classic statement of U.S. in Second World War.
As you were stationed behind me, I pulled your arm over my shoulder. "Let me give you a tour." I glanced at you over my shoulder and smiled. "Living room." I waved over to the area we were already in. Pulled you towards the stairs, but rather than taking you up them, I took you to the around them. The first floor was all open-concept and connected. As I lead you past the stairs, we walked automatically into thedinning room. I flicked the switch, and the chandelier lit up. "For all of my guests... Careful." I stopped you in your tracks, "You might get trampled by all the people flocking to my apartment." I was being completely sarcastic, joking about my lack of guests. "Just down the hall is the kitchen." Moving past the table, just a few meters away was thecooking area. The kitchen was much less eclectic, and more modern-chic. A glossy finish to all of the black granite counter-tops and sleek cabinets. The island was complete with modern bar stools, and a touch of greenery with the vase. "Not that I ever really cook in here..." I chuckled nervously, but frowned lightly. Clearing my throat, I tried to defend myself, "Well, I'm never really home, much, anyways." I gave you a half smile, but it was weak, and not genuine. I didn't step into the kitchen, as if I was afraid.
Quickly wanting to move on, I tugged you from the smaller kitchen space and lead you towards the stairs. Stepping up the stairs, my aura became slowly uplifted. I seemed proud of my establishment, though I was never really able to enjoy it. The second floor was less of a floor, and more of an in-between balcony. "On the left is the bathroom. The rest of the floor is just decoration." Smiling lightly, I tugged you towards the second set of curved stairs. The second set led to the final upstairs floor. It had a small seating area with a couple of couches, but no TV. There was big double-door, and down a narrow hallway, there was smaller, single door that was shut, and locked. Ignoring that it existed, I lead you straight for the double doors. "And here..." I let go of you. Using both my hands, one on each door handle, I pushed open the doors. "... Is the master bedroom." When the doors opened, it revealed first hand a bigaquariumbuilt into the wall, with a balcony over it. In front of the fish tank was a spinning pole. To the right of the entrance was the a king size bed and the best view of thecity skyline.
Noticing the pole, which I had almost forgotten about, I gave a pompous, proud smile. "I, uh... I like to dance. It relaxes me." Walking towards the pole, I circled it, lightly grazing my index finger across it. "Would you..." I had a feral look in my eyes. "...like tosee?"
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When her hips came forward against his, he returned the motion. His body acting on instinct now. He remembered sex. Vaguely. The motions, the sounds, and the general emotions and desperation behind it. Up until this moment, he couldn't remember the actual feeling of being aroused. Even in the train car his body hadn't anticipated more, now though, now his pants grew tighter and the feeling of her hips against his sent odd tingles of pleasure he couldn't remember feeling before. Just as he was about to admit how much he didn't remember about the act of sex and or being with a woman on a more intimate level including second base, the elevator dinged and she was pulling back. Good things come to those who wait, he smirked in reply to her seductive whisper and nibble on his ear lobe. Though the nibble did cause his hardening cock to twitch.
He nearly stumbled when he saw the penthouse. Wow, he mumbled, his eyes shifted quickly around the lavish penthouse. Part of his psyche was looking for weak spots, places Hydra could attack to have them cornered. The best places to find impromptu weapons certain vantage points for hand to hand combat. Then his eyes landed on the motorcycle by the grand piano and his gaze locked on it. It... he remembered it. From before...
He could smell it. The exhaust from the engine, bullets and the engine being pushed to it's limit and then some. Her voice pulled him from falling into a memory and he turned his gaze back to her and gave a slight nod of his head. Yes. I'd love a tour, he returned her smile and held a hand out. Living room, he repeated before following her into the dinning room. Perhaps you'll have to invite Tony and Pepper over. And Steve. You know, then he won't have to squirm his way around asking for coffee to get up here, he smirked, teasing as he stepped closer to her and rested his hand on her back.
Once they reached the kitchen his hand slid to her hip, feeling the shift in her mood. He glanced back at the kitchen as she tugged him away but didn't push the issue. They had an evening of... something, hopefully fun, to look forward too. And he wasn't going to ruin it by pushing into her life. Not yet. He was curious. And he wanted to know what bothered her and hopefully help her move through it if he could. And if she was willing to accept his help.
Buck followed her, slipping his hand from her hip as they headed up the stairs and when they made it to the bedroom his eyes snapped the pole and his eyebrows shot up with curiosity but he kept his mouth shut about it as he followed her in. Then she was speaking his words literally choked out of him and he stared at her for a moment, his mouth slightly open then looked to the pole and gave a slow nod of his head. Uh huh, he said with a slow nod. He glanced around quickly and since the bed was the best seating option with the best view of the pole he slid across the room and took a seat.
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees and his hands entwined in front him as his eyes remained glued to her. If this was a taste of what her home had to offer, then perhaps the Gala wouldn't be happening. He wouldn't mind just sitting in there alone with here, even if it was to only talk and be amongst each other's company. But right now she'd offered him a dance and he wasn't going to miss a split second of it.
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I gave a soft, almost nervous smile towards you as you seemed dumbfounded by my offer. Without any words, I began to blush slightly. Letting go of your hand, I gently pushed you towards the corner of the bed, which provided the best view just feet away from the pole; which stood in front of a 2000-gallon aquarium. The salt water wall-unit was crystal clear, and filled with coral and natural ocean-like habitat. It was full of a large array of big and colorful fish. It was a peace and serene backdrop to an unlikely form of art.
As you sat on the edge of the bed, I walked to the side of the fish tank and swiped my fingers over a digital touch-reactivelight dimmer. The blinds in the room began to close over the big window walls to the side and front of the bed and couches. The lights in the room lowered; truly setting the mood with darkness and minimal lighting. The only light in the room now were the warm dimly-lit side lamps on the bedside tables and the majestic moonlight of the aquarium.
Walking over to the stereo system stationed next to the corner television, I took the remote in hand and pressed a button. The stereo silently came to light, lighting up in blue before a song began to play. Softly placing the remote back, I took an elastic scrunchy I had lying on the stereo. After tying my hair up, I looked over to you and gave a warm smile. I moved back over to the pole, not bothering to even change the few clothes I had on. My black panties and your over-sized t-shirt. That was all. Still barefoot, I didn't need high heels to pole dance. I just needed myself; my body; and my spirit.
As the music began, the soft piano of the songDo What You Have To Doby Sarah Mclachlan. Without any sort of warning, I placed my hand gently on the pole by my head, and began to move my body around the pole. Moving my standing body around it, I wormed my body to the calm beat of the keys. In one swift and elegant movement, I twirled my body off the ground and onto the spinning pole. Now completely supporting myself with just my arms and my core, I move like an aerial ballerina. Suddenly, I dropped my body (0:47) from the top to the bottom of the pole; catching myself in a curled embrace before hitting the ground. My over-sized shirt fell over my front with the fall. As I spun, I pulled the shirt over my head and let it fall to the ground seamlessly. Right after, I grabbed the scrunchy from my hair and ripped it out (0:50). Tossing it across the room, I let my long, voluminous brown hair to fall over my chest and cover my topless upper body. I pulled my body up from the hunched position (0:53), straightening myself out and reveal the full gravity of myPhoenix tattoo.
Moving to touch ground once again, I pointed my toes and twisted my body (1:11). I used the motion of my leg to push aside the t-shirt off my platform, and arched my back to showcase my physique. Now completely nude, with the exception of my lacy underwear, the plump flesh of my breasts were out in the open. Without breaking character, I remounted the pole and continue to contort my body around it. I continued to spin around it throughout the routine; really losing myself completely in the sad content of the music, and the motion of the dance.
The performance continued for a couple more minutes with the same elegance. Coming to conclude the stunt, the song began to slow as it came to an end. Pulling my body to my legs (3:51), I wrapped my arms around them; holding on to the pole in a deep embrace as I spun softly around it. Head down as I whirled, I sunk myself softly to the ground. On my knees, the song ended and the room fell silent.
My hair fell from from my face as I rose my head to lock eyes on you.
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Every move she made was captivating. From the way she tied her hair to the way she dimmed the lights. It was all done with so much elegance and such a smooth fluid like motion to her. Bucky had a hard time taking his eyes from her. He didn't know for a long time what lay in his future when he'd been on the run. Whether it was death or recapture or being captured by SHIELD or whatever they were supposed to be called now. Since they'd officially disbanded they were no longer SHIELD, but there had to be someone pulling strings somewhere, there always was. But he had not expected Penelope.
He'd gone through every scenario that could happen to him, most of them, all of them actually. Ended badly. He'd always just assumed his life would continue on the path he'd been put on for so long. A life of death and blood and pain. But then it hit him. He wasn't exactly off of that path. He was still very much on it and he was falling for Penelope. Fast and hard. He knew it was true and as she moved towards the pole this wasn't about sex. He loved her body and he wanted to be with her but he just wanted to let her show him a different part of herself. But she could be dying. She probably was. The way he body had reacted after being shot, not healing, whatever Mystique had shot her with was working against her. He'd convinced himself of it. So now, he was content, but in the back of his mind he knew he had to do something to save her. Because she was a light on his path now and he would do anything to keep from returning to such darkness.
As she moved his eyes followed every motion like a hawk. His blue eyes unblinking and his back curved as he sat forward. Every move she executed showed something. An emotion. It was beautiful. The dance. It was moving and deep and then she pulled off his shirt and her breasts were just... perfect. He couldn't help himself. He wanted to save, it was clawing at his brain but now as she moved in front of him, in nothing but those black lace panties. He wanted, needed to touch her.
As the dance came to an end, he'd felt as though it had just started but it had been longer than that. Bucky moved easily from the bed and was on his knees in front of her before she could blink. The flesh of his fingers brushed her cheek tenderly as he searched her eyes. Fuck you're beautiful, he breathed out then upon his exhale he pressed his lips to hers. This kiss was different than every other they'd shared. This was a different kind of desperate. There was no hands roaming and hips needing more friction. This was him and his need for her to not let Magneto win spilling out. His need for her to not give up.
I don't know what it's like, to have something inside of you... something you can't control and something you don't want. But whatever that bullet did to you, is doing to you. I wanna be here to help you through it. Help stop if it's killing you and help you adjust to stronger powers if that's what happens, he said, his hand sliding to cup her jaw, his fingertips pressed lightly into the hair at the nape of her neck.
He wasn't one for words. Hadn't been for a while, though the him from before was. He didn't know what it was, whether it was the sad dance or the music which made him scared part of her was giving up. But he knew he couldn't let her just give up, for any reason.
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Before I could move from my position, you were here, kneeling before me. My eyes were big and open, as they searched for answers without your own pupils. Both on our knees now, I didn't a single word. I let the silence pull us closer together. Closing my eyes lightly as your hand came to brush my cheek. My head fused to your hand as they opened again to look at you. My expression softening as your soft words broke the moment of silence. I didn't need my mouth to grin for me to smile; it was all in the delicate way my hazel eyes looked at you that said it all - you had me.
I inhaled your breath as if it was my own; taking in the oxygen like more of an intoxication than a life force. As your lips pushed against mine, I fell harder for you. My mouth melted into yours; creating a sort of connection that sent a wave of heat over my entire body. My heart fluttered in that moment, unable to comprehend the feelings I had developed for you in such a short period of time. When your lips pulled from mine, I was lost in your eyes as you spoke to me; ensuring me your utmost commitment. I felt my core tremble as the hair stuck up on the back of my neck. I was smitten.
I had become more transparent than I ever realized. My total lack of meaning in this world had saturated my interactions with you, and I hadn't even realized it. I was so accustomed to playing a character; to being a fraud and a spy, that I didn't even recognize the truth when it was right in front of me. But then I met you and it all changed - I became completely emotionally immobile; unable to control or suppress any of myself that I had nearly forgotten existed. Trying to convince myself I wasn't miserable in this world for so long had lead to an even bigger void that I could have ever understood.
Here I lay, molting in your arms, face-to-face with the one person who not only could see my void, but potentially fill it; and restore some sense of importance back into a life I had long retired any hope for.
"Bucky..." My voice just a whisper as I heavily exhaled those words from my mouth. Completely losing the layer I had built for resilience, I became overwhelmed. Eyes glossing over as they watered; a single tear fell from the corner of my wide almond eye. The tear made a short stream before it reached the hand that embrace my face. Bringing my own hand to cup your grasp, a new sense of hope washed over me. "... As long as I haveyou." Voiding any opportunity for you to respond, my lips met yours once again.
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He lost himself against her lips. She had him. She would always have him, so long as she wanted him he would be there. And even if she didn't, he knew he'd feel a protectiveness for her which he would never be able to smother. It should scare him. He was not whole. There were so many lapses in his memory and he didn't know who he was yet but she was definite for him. Even if most of her was still a mystery, he'd become so entrapped with her, with them, what he felt around her. He knew she was a definite in his life, now he wished she'd become a constant.
His hand slid from her neck to rest against the back of her skull, fingers threading through thick hair and cradling her head as he deepened the kiss. The bionic arm gave a soft 'whirring' sound as he slipped it around her waist and held her against him. His left hand slid down, fingers tracing her spine before slipping to cup her curvacious ass. His hand shifted to her left cheek and gripped firmly yet gently and lifted them both up, supporting most of her weight against his forearm. His lips never left hers though the kiss came to a halt as he smiled against her lips, the muscles curving up making it hard to continue but he kept them pressed against hers.
He turned from the pole, keeping her head cradled as he walked, stepping slowly across the room and towards the bed, once his knees hit the mattress he slid onto his knees smoothly and his hand slid down from her skull to rest between her shoulder blades as he moved up the bed on his knees then laid her back, lips still against hers as her head came to rest against the pillows and he found himself resting between her legs, her naked chest pressed against his clothed one.
His flesh hand resting against her back slid up again, tangling in her hair and he gave it a gentle yet firm pull, pulling her head back and exposing her neck. His lips were drawn to the taught skin and he couldn't help the quiet groan as he inhaled her scent and his lips brushed against the strong pulse point to her collar bone, giving it a light nip before burying his face against the nape of her neck.
His metal hand slid from her ass, letting her hips lay flat against the bed now as he held her hip for only a moment then he let the cool metal slip under the front of her panties, teasing the flesh just by her right hipbone. I wanna make you feel good, he said against her throat. Can I do that? He asked, his jeans tighter in the front now as he had her under him, the scent of her filling his heightened scenses.
human
Feeling your metal arm trail down my backside, I nearly shivered in your arms. As it came to wrap around me, I arched my back, expecting my body to be lifted from the ground. As I felt my weight shift from my responsibility to yours, I instinctively coiled my legs around your waist. Similarly, my arms moved to hold you. One arm curled around the back of your neck, while the other moved under your arm, and around to your back. Gripping the material of your t-shirt, I tugged lightly and smiled, too, against your lips.
I kissed you again, feeling my body lay on the bed, and relaxing as my head hit the pillow. My heart racing now as I rested beneath you. I slowly released my legs from your waist; allowing them to fall to your sides and firming my weight against the bed. When you pulled my hair, shifting my neck to the side, I let out a light, whispered moan. "Bucky-" My eyes melting shut as you buried your head in my neck, my body reacting under you. I pushed my hips up, subconsciously grinding my crotch against your own as you bit down. Feeling the bulge from your erection only sent a wave of ecstasy throughout my body.
My hands crept to the edge of your pants, not yet brave enough to address the restraint that kept me from accessing the only thing I could now think of. Hearing your words; the tremors of your voice against the thin skin that covered my neck, I resisted the urge to shiver right then and there. My fingers crawling under your top, I trailed the tip of my nails over the indents of your defined muscular torso. I responded to your words simply by dragging both set of hands up to your sides, grabbing the edges of your shift, and in a quick motion, swiftly tearing the whole shirt over your head.
Having broken the contact between your lips and my neck momentarily to pull it off, my bright hazel eyes now appeared to be glowing as they looked up at you. Tossing the shirt, without breaking eye contact, it flew somewhere across the room and out of my peripheral vision. Snaking the tip of my tongue over your lush lips, my hot heavy breath beating into a trembling, erotic whisper. "I want you. Ineedyou." My right hand greeted your bionic arm, while my left hand hooked its fingers into the belt. My temperature rising, I could feet the heat of my cheeks against my face.
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Her words got rid of any doubt he had the second she spoke them. His metal fingers slid further passed the line of her panties down the soft mound leading to her sex. He was working purely on instinct now. Parts of his body remembering what to do and to move at a slower pace, his fingers dipped, the middle and index fingers slid between her labia and he could feel the small nub which was her clit.
As his fingers moved so had his lips, trailing down along her collarbone, teeth and tongue teasing the skin over the bone. He changed tactics as he moved down her sternum, his teeth giving way to lips and tongue as he found the soft, supple flesh which made the right breast. The same moment his fingers met her clit his mouth found her nipple. He let his tongue flick the nipple while his fingers did the same to her clit.
Her breasts were heavy as his right hand came up to cup the outer side while he mouth continued to lavish the nipple and aureola of her right breast. There was something inside of him which fluttered with excitement having his lips against the fatty flesh which made him think this was something he'd enjoyed before Hydra. He pushed the thoughts away quickly as he glanced up towards her face.
His fingers slid down from the clit, metal fingers not pushing into her but just teasing the soft silk which slid a little easier as the juices of her excitement met his fingers. He chuckled against her skin and he pulled his hand back up, the fingers now slick and spreading those juices up to that small bundle of nerves.
His lips shifted to the left breast, taking his time he tease and taste the nipple, feel the little ridges of the flesh and the small bumps surrounding it. His cock was straining against his pants but it had been so long since he'd actually done anything sexual he was determined to get her off at least once before she could turn any attention on him.
While his fingers found her clit once more he brought his lips back to hers and captured them in a slow, tenacious kiss while his fingers began to move in a slow circular motion while simultaneously shifting in a vertical motion.
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As your hand sunk further into my underwear, I stopped breathing momentarily. My breath was cut short as your metal fingers caressed the flesh of my sex. My body moving instinctively, my back arched as you began to roll your fingers over my clit. Regaining control of the air in my lungs, I exhaled deeply; my abdomen jittering as a wave of pure bliss washed over my body.
My right hand, once resting on your bionic arm, gripped just a little tighter before moving up. Trailing my finger tips up your arm, I trickled my nails over each dint of its steel form. Eyes closed as I enjoyed the feeling of your warm lips on the flesh of my neck... then, of my breast. As you moved to take my nipple in your mouth, I trailed my left hand from the edge of your pants to your side. Digging my fingers harder into your skin, I dragged my nails up from your ribs to your right shoulder blade.
Taking another, staggered breath; my exhale was harsher, more vocal. Escaping my lips now was not just the breath sound, but the trembling sound of a soft moan. My thoughts were running at a mile per minute; my mind was but a cluttered mess of different emotions. My eyes glowed brighter now than ever as they opened slightly; simultaneously, my left hand skipped over your shoulder to grip the back of your neck. As your tongue worked its magic over my breast, I tangled my fingers subconsciously in your hair.
My hips moved upwards slightly; grinding against the hand that pleased me. The movement served only one purpose; to counter the teasing that you were subjecting me to. With the rise of my crotch, my motion forced your fingers harder, and deeper into my increasingly wet sex. This is what you do to me. Using my grip on your long hair to my advantage, I pulled lightly the tug moving your head back to look at me. My eyes searching for yours, there was something feral, yet sensual, in the way I looked down towards you.
Meeting my lips to yours, I was eager to kiss you. My fingers abandoned the back of your head; using this opportunity to trail them down your spine and streak my nails back over the edge of your pants. At the same time, my right hand left your arm to meet its counterpane. Instantly grabbing the buckle of your belt with both hands, there was no way to stop me. As if a second nature, I flicked off the buckle with ease, and within seconds, ripped the leather strap right out of the loops.
With a raging arousal, I pushed my lips harder against yours, meanwhile moving with a fiery energy to undo the pants that held you restrained. Taking your bottom lip between my teeth, I moaned against your mouth.
gpt
His erection was throbbing, the head slick as it pushed against thick denim and soft cloth of the boxers. Penelope's fluid motions of arching, the way her fingers dug into his skin had him sitting on an edge he'd never been on before. He couldn't remember feeling like this and it was so hard not to just seek out his own release as she ground against his hand. Her words combined with the way his fingers slipped into her had him shifting his hips, craving her to touch him but it had been so long, he wanted to give her release at least once more before she could get her hands on his cock.
A laugh erupted from his throat when the ripped the belt from the loops, which turned into a moan when she took his bottom lip between her teeth. Her motions were pushing him towards loosing his restraint, which was barely there anyway. He pulled his head back, releasing his bottom lip with a drag between her teeth and he gazed down at her then tilted his head to look down at her body underneath his own. He felt a surge of protectiveness over her. She was so fragile looking, soft and curvy compared to his hard muscles.
He slid his fingers from her sex and reached down with both hands to slide her panties down her gorgeous, meaty thighs and licked his lips as he saw the slick, shiny pussy he'd just been teasing. He dropped them to the side when he had them off then reached down and took her wrists in his hands, his slick metal fingers rubbing against the soft skin of her right wrist. Patience, he said quietly and leaned down again to press a quick kiss against her lips as he brought her hands over her head and grinned against her lips as he held them against the pillow.
I'm so close to cumming already if you touch me this could be over much faster than I'd like, he spoke against her lips then gave her a single, quick peck to the lips before letting go of her wrists and moving his hands to the back of her thighs. He lifted them a little before sliding down easily on the bed and sliding her thighs up his arms to rest against his shoulders.
He wasted no time in burying his face between her legs, his nose pressing against her clit as he drew his tongue along her entrance and up, running along the silky, wet skin from her opening to her clit. He groaned at the taste of her, swallowing what his tongue had lapped up before wrapping his lips around the nub as his metal fingers sought the slick heat of being inside of her once more.
He slipped two thick fingers into her while his lips suckled and his tongue flicked, he dragged his teeth teasingly light over her, lapping at the juices before noisily sucking it into his mouth and pushing his face harder against her while his fingers curled and began moving in and out with a firm thrusting motion.
human
Hearing your raw laughter only brought a devilish grin to my face. As you pulled back your lips from my own, I moved to your chin. Pecking it quickly, and relentless in my hunger. Immediately afterwards, I dragged the tip of my tongue up from your Adam's apple to the tip of your chin again. Throwing the belt at hand across the room, I didn't so much as flinch as the steel buckle clanged against the pole just feet by my bed. The clashed caused a loud dinging noise, but I wasn't phased.
Moaning through gritted teeth as you looked down at me, it took so much control in myself not to flip you over and force myself upon you without any opportunity for you to restrain me. I wanted you like a dog in heat, yet I didn't. I didn't want to take that power away from you. I saw it in your eyes; the eagerness to please me. It made me only want you more. Bucky. I voiced without much purpose. I said your name just to feel the vibrating sound of my voice roll off my tongue. Everything about you, down to the essence of your name on my tongue, ignited something in me I could not explain.
Being inevitably silenced by your single, striking word, I said nothing further. As you brought my hands over my head, it served to strip me of any burning desire to take over. My need for control was perhaps less erotically driven as it was a fail safe to protect myself. But in this moment, all of my subconscious, underlying insecurities seemed to melt away as you pressed your lips against mine. My hands now propped over my head, pressed further into the pillow that hosted it. My fingers buried into the fabric; clenching slightly as you kissed me. As you admitted to your sensitivity and pecked me once more, I couldn't help but smile.
A sexually frustrated groan escaped my lips as you lowered yourself and re-positioned. Allowing you to move me as you pleased, my breaths only became heavier. I looked down at you as you pulled my thighs to your face. My hands instinctively moved to grasp your wrists as your hands gripped onto my legs. Youson... of a bitch. I sunk my head into the pillow and deeply exhaled; a sort of playful smirk spreading over my lips.
The second your hot tongue touched my sex, I was in total euphoria. I... can't!Buck... I moaned out, my mouth widening and my back completely arching in reaction to the sensational waves ofpleasure. Letting go of your wrists as you dug in, my fingers grazed over your head. My eyes, once closed, now open and wide; changed from their usual supernatural glow to a deep, completedilation. The moment my pupils reached maximum dilation, a wave of pleasure washed over me. In a out-of-body, mutational feature that was both uncontrollable and subconscious, a small surge of bliss instantaneously transferred from my body to yours.
gpt
As her back arched his hand latched onto her hips and a low chuckle erupted from his throat. His blue eyes looked up her body, unable to see past her curved belly and just the tips of her ample breasts. When the small surge of bliss passed from her body to his he gasped against her sex and his pelvis ground down into the bed. He groaned, his eyes slipping closed as a shiver ran through his spine and the hairs on his arms stood up.
It took a few seconds for him to recover from the sudden sensation he hadn't been expecting and he pushed his face harder into her sex with another moan. He pushed her body almost a foot upwards with how hard he moved forward and sucked her clit into his mouth. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh while he sucked and licked at her clit.
Metal fingers continued their assault inside of her. He could hear the squish of the juices as his digits moved just a little faster. He wished the metal was more sensitive so he could feel the slickness and the heat and the way her muscles felt against his fingers.
He lowered his head, catching a quick little sliver of her juices as it slid out on a pull of his fingers before pushing them back into her. You taste amazing, he grinned against her and gave the puffy lips of her pussy a quick nip before sliding his right hand centre and began to rub his fingers over her clit in a fast, circular motion while keeping the pads of his finger pressed firmly against the little nub.
human
Feeling my body slide up the bed, I used it as leverage. It was an opportunity for me to get not only a better grip, but a better look at you. With your head sunk between my legs, it was a pleasing imagery to watch. Looking down at you as you continued to stroke my sex, a moan shuddered as it escaped from my lips. Completely aroused, I became immobile in my efforts to provide in this arrangement. At this moment, I thought of only myself as waves of pleasure beaming from my clit up my body, and down my legs.
My thighs began to clench slightly as the sensation was becoming unbearable. The feeling of your teeth teasing the tender flesh of my inner thigh; it was driving me wild. As it was building and building, my mind was becoming a fuzz. My hands to each side of my waist, my grip tightened onto the sheets eagerly. Trying to speak through moaning huffs, I managed to break out a single word, your name, James... I said, without thinking. One eye half closed as I tried to keep my mind in control but was inevitably failing. There's... something you should know... about me... Another uncontrollable wave of pleasure raged through me. My thighs began to tremble in your grasp, Mmmm-ahh! I groaned out, my head dropping back as I tried not to cum. Each moan that followed was increasing in volume.
Exhaling viciously, all thoughts and concerns in my head completely melting away. I... Taking another dramatic breath in, another moan, even louder than the previous. Unable to even formulate any sense of a sentence, my pupils began to dilate and retract several times before they began to transition to a complete darkness. Scelra, iris, and pupil joining to black, my back formed into a sharp arch. One hand freed from his death grip on the sheets, only to grasp the soft flesh that was my breast. I had no ability to focus; not even to warn you of the event (and its result) that was about to occur. I'm cumming... I'm coming!
My free hand darted to grab the back of your head as my hips rose with the burst of pleasure. A orgasm of great intensity flooded my system, and subsequently, so did an overwhelming sensation to expel fluid from my sex. Oh... God... Buck-! My legs shaking vigorously as the clear liquid ejaculate spurted out of me. Toes pointed, my sensual screams echoed throughout the room. Y-yesss! Just like the previous, there was an instant transmission of heightened bliss. Similarly to what washed over me, would be felt also by you. Not only by physical touch, but through a deep emotional connection.
gpt
He hummed when she told him there was something he should know about her. At this point, he was sure there was a lot they could learn about each other. A lot which was probably important to know if you're going to have sex with said other. But at this moment he couldn't think of a single thing which would be relevant or important enough to make him want to stop. Her sounds, the way her body moved like fluid over the bed and how his body was reacting to such things... she wasn't outright telling him to stop so anything she thought he should know could wait.
When she grabbed the back of his head and her hips rose he grinned, feeling the clench of her muscles around the metal fingers. He sensed the pressure change at least. He was not expecting the way her orgasm actually erupted. The ejaculate caught him in the face, his mouth open and he got a taste which tasted just as her sex and he shifted, unable to stop the laugh as more of her orgasm hit his chest and let him slick and shiny from the cheek down. At least you didn't get it in my eye, he laughed quietly and slowly let his fingers work her sensitive pussy before slipping out and he lifted the metal to his lips and gave them a quick suck before pushing himself over her and pressing a kiss to her lips. His slick chest pressing against hers. I dunno what that was, but it was fucking hot, he said against her lips.
He sat up again and pushed his jeans off then kicked them off the edge of the bed, leaving him in only his shorts with did nothing to hide the impressive erection straining against the thin fabric. He licked over his lips as his eyes raked over her body, his whole body was alight with the feeling of her orgasm and he considered it a small miracle he hadn't actually cum in his pants. He set both hands on her thighs and let them stroke over the soft, supple flesh and moved them upwards slowly.
He let his flesh hand touch her sex, feeling how wet she was from the squirting orgasm was amazing then he leaned over her, his hands travelling up her body, ghosting over the flesh of her belly to her breasts before coming back down to hold her hips gently as he continued to gaze over her. You're so beautiful, he mumbled, amazed at how she looked.
human
Knowing full well I had just furiously ejaculated all over you, my flush face burned and even brighter red. One hand clasping onto your shoulder, the over moved to cup the lower half of my face. Shielding my mouth, I was evidently so embarrassed. Feeling guilty, I mumbled through my hand. "I'm sosorry." Seeing your eyes light up, though, changed that. Cracking a smile, I began to chuckle lightly before my hand fell from my face. As you leaned in, I was smiling. Still red, but beaming from ear to ear.
As you drew closer to me, my hand reached up to cusp the back of your neck. I pulled you in as you pressed your lips against smile. Still smiling, I held your mouth to mine and deepened the kiss. When you commented, my smile only grew. My body still trembled beneath you as it recovered from the orgasm. My sex still swollen and wet from the previous moments.
When you called me beautiful, something in my eyes changed. They had already been lightened just in your presence, but now, in this moment, they seemed to sparkle. I moved my body up, pushing my chest against yours and leaving but inches between our faces. Trailing my hand down your flesh arm, I latched on to your wrist and pulled hard. Hoping to tear the balance from your weaker, more vulnerable arm, I used my own strength to flip you over.
In a quick motion, you had fallen to your right aside, and I lay loosely on top of you. I held my hips strategically over your crotch, letting my moist sex lightly grind over your concealed erection. My hair fell over your head as I looked deeply into your eyes. My nose brushed lightly on yours before I whispered. "My name isFifika. Myrealname." Smiling, I pressed my lips to yours to give you an intense, deep kiss.
I slowly lowered my body, breaking the kiss and trailing my hands to grasp the edges of your trousers. My head moved down to follow this notion. I kissed your chest, using my teeth to gnaw over your skin. I did the same again lower and lower; on your stomach, then abdomen, then right over your boxers. My fingers curled over the waistband as my mouth greeted the hardened appendage I was so eager to please. Without making too much contact, I exhaled heavily on your crotch. As I releasing the heat of my beating breath, my teeth lightly grazed over your erection. Though, not wanting to tease, I moved back, pulling the underwear down and off of your body.
Without hesitation, I gave that same, gnaw-like kiss on the inside of your thigh, just inches from your manhood. While one hand rested on that same leg, the opposite crept up your other thigh. Gazing over to you, with an arched back and raised ass, there was a seductive, sensual look in my eyes. Starting from the base of your sprung cock, I pressed my calescent tongue onto your flesh. Trailing up the side, I flicked my tongue once over the tip as I reached the top. I had a devilish grin as I gazed at you. I was teasing you, and enjoying it.
gpt
The pull on his wrist did surprise but he let his arm fall and felt the push with her body, he was surprised by her strength and didn't put up any resistance against her body flipping him onto his back. A tight tingle spreading in his lower belly with anticipation of what was to come. He had a concept of it. But he couldn't remember details. His gut instincts had been very on cue for what he'd done to her with his mouth so he knew his body remembered something else and it was a pleasant anticipation.
His eyes were still focused on her face as she now leaned over him, his lips parted just a bit as his breath hitched from such a simple touch. He lifted his chin, wanting her lips against his as the warm tingling in his belly spread to a more gentle pleasure. Fifika, he said quickly, a light smile playing on his lips then her lips were on his and a gentle, barely there moan erupted from his throat.
Bucky's eyes remained closed for a few minutes after the kiss but he couldn't resist looking down at her as she used her lips and teeth against his skin on her way down. His hand were at his sides, he didn't know what to do with them for now and all he could do was watch, transfixed as she moved then her breath was against him and that was enough to cause a slight tremor to course through him as his blue-grey eyes couldn't tear away from the sight of her so close to his erection and then her teeth were there and he dropped his head back.
Okay, he let out a chuckled when he felt her press the same kiss to the inside of his thigh as he had done to her. I really need to point out, I don't think Hydra brought any sort of comfort in, at all but definitely not the kind of human contact. So I need to say sorry if this is over on my end a lot faster than we both want. Well, me mostly. I'm sure, he said then realized he'd actually been about to start babbling and swallowed, forcing himself to just focus on the touches and try not to blow his load the next time any part of her actually touch any part of his cock.
He lifted his head again and swallowed again at the sight of her. The way her ass was raised and the look in her eyes then her tongue. A moan, deep and rough erupted from him and he resisted the urge to grab her hair and impale her mouth on him. Just her tongue, so hot and wet had a beg on the tip of his tongue for more.
But he resisted and he met her gaze and a smirk managed to slip onto his lips and he reached out, his metal fingers brushing her cheek then running through her hair. You're evil and it's only going to get worse, isn't it? He asked then dropped his hand as his head fell back once more and another laugh past his lips. Next time, I'm not gonna be so nice and get you there so easily, he grinned, tilting his head to watch her without lifting it.
human
Hearing you ramble only made this teasing fiasco all the more entertaining. I loved to hear my men stammer in the face of me. Nervousness never turned me off, only fueled my excitement. Perhaps it was narcissist to like that praise, and that power, but it drove me wild. With your body at my sexual mercy, I had complete control of you in this moment. And you fumbling expressions only made it more enjoyable for me.
Resisting the urge to laugh, I simply smiled, shifting my eyes to gaze at you. I locked my eyes on yours, watching you intently with that same devilish grin as I ran my mouth up from the base of your cock again. This time, only barely touching the tip of my tongue on the soft skin of your shaft. I grazed my teeth ever so gently as I ran up to the tip again. Retracting my teeth, I transitioned to fit the tip of your shaft in my mouth. Though, the anticipated moment of insertion was short lived. Only taking it in my mouth for a briefly second, I pulled it from my plump lips slowly; sucking and pressing my hot tongue hard against the tip before releasing.
Chuckling slightly, as I watched you react and I smiled. "I like to keep my men interested." I smirked. Abandoning the oral fixation I had played with out of entertainment, I skipped my tongue onto your abdomen and trailed it against your skin. It moved at a steady pace into the crooks of your muscles before dragging smoothly over to your neck. As I moved my tongue, I also snaked my body to push my breasts and stomach against your skin. Latching onto the side of your neck, I began to suck on the thin, fragile skin. Moaning light as I did so, my hips urging against yours as my still moist sexe began to grind against your throbbing erection.
Not wanting to chew too hard, I remembered we had an event to attend later that day, and that a teenage hickey was probably not the classiest way to introduce a long-lost friend into an already-biased superhero community. Still, I was sprawled out on you like an animal in heat. I was hot for you unlike anything I had experienced. I wanted you, but I wanted to enjoy you, nice and slowly.
gpt
Every movement sent different sensations through his body. Each time he shifted an ankle or his shoulder, it was like every inch of his skin was suddenly hyper sensitive and he only craved more. The intensity of how much he was feeling from the way she was touching his erection was mind boggling. And every time he prepared for something more from what she was doing she'd pull back and he have to let out a trembling breath he was preparing to hold.
His noises were husky breathes, deep groans and little huffs of breath escaping his lips. I have no intention of loosing interest, he breathed out as he seemed to relax when her mouth was away from his cock. He was enjoying it, but he was nervous of pushing into her mouth and doing something wrong and ruining the whole thing. His hands both moved to her sides as she was climbing back up his body and he watched her until her lips were at his neck and he tilted his head, allowing easier access to more skin.
A groan erupted from his throat as her hips urged against his own while her lips sent bolts of hot pleasure through his body. Oh Christ, he groaned, chomping down on his lower lip as she ground against him. Her moist sex against his throbbing cock pulling the breath from his lungs and it was on he could do as he laid his head back, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips while his stayed miraculously still. I... he shivered and let out a gasp as he shifted his hips up against her. Fuck I need to be inside of you, he breathed out and tightened his grip against her hips as he flipped them easily and lifted his head, pulling his skin from her lips.
He gaze down at her and rolled his hips slowly, moaning as his erection slid between the moist lips of her sex and against her clit. He moved his lips to capture her mouth in a heated kiss as he reached between them to push the head of his cock against her entrance. His lips faltered against hers as he felt the beginning of just how pleasurable sex was and he was hit with an onslaught of memories, different positions and sounds and without letting them deter him he moved both hands to the underside of her thighs and lifted her legs, pulling her knees to rest over his shoulders as he bent her, his lips still pressed to hers.
Both hands found purchase found purchase on either side of Fifka's head as he slowly sank into her body. Oh fuck, he breathed into her mouth and had to stop to adjust to how it felt being surrounded by her moist, tight head. You feel so fucking wonderful, he said quietly and gazed down at her. His metal hand remained on the pillow as his flesh hand moved to rest against her knee as he turned his head and pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee before he kissed her lips again. Humming against her lips he smiled a bit. I wanna fuck you into the mattress, he said with a smirk, pulling his hips back a little before sinking balls deep into her again.
human
Before I had a chance to do anything further, I felt your hands grab at my hips and flip me right over. I let out a yelp-mixed laugh as I was tossed back over; having not expected you to take control so suddenly. My amused smile grew desperate as your cock spread my vulva and ground against me. Once your lips was on mine, I was hooked to you. My hands came up to grab each side of your face. With your hair entwined with my fingers, I held your lips to mine as I moaned into your mouth. My hands loosened for only one thing, to allow you to move me as you wished. At this point, I was yours; wholly and completely.
"Oh God,Bucky...!" A deep, prolonged moan ruptured from my throat as you moved my hips closer to you and mounted my knees over your shoulders. When you folded me like a rag doll, my flexible and voluptuous body was all too eager to comply with your positioning. I felt a shiver wash over my body. This was a surreal moment; and my body quivered slightly in anticipation to what was about to come neck.
My hands dropped from your face to instinctively grasp onto your upper arms. Fingers instantly dipping into the skin of your flesh arm, I clamped my opposite hand around your metal bicep. Mouth open as I looked up at your masculine physique, I was so turned on I couldn't even think straight. All I could do was look at you with wanting eyes as I breathed heavily. "I want you so bad..." I wanted you in me. "Uhg!" My head sunk back as you lowered your hips down onto me.
Having been on the run and in the business I was in, I was not normally intimate with other people. It had been years since I had last exercised this appendage and it nearly felt like I was losing my virginity all over again. There was an sharp bolt of pain as you first pushed yourself into me. "Dumnezeule!"Oh my God!I muttered, breathless, in my native Romanian tongue. It was a sort of knee-jerk language reaction to such an intense sensation in my body. I was so tight from inactivity, it seemed that I had closed all up. Though, at this point, I was so aroused that my lubrication alone was suffice; allowing you to slip right in.
"Eti att de adnc; you're so deep... inside of me." I groaned, feeling your cock pierce to the very back of my walls. Grabbing the meaty flesh of your thighs with both of my hands, I ran my nails all the way around them. "Yes~fuck me." My hot breath beat against your lips with every heavy exhale. My eyes locked on yours, I asserted to you. "Fuck me until I split in two."
gpt
The way her slick heat clenched around his cock, like every inch was perfectly fit inside of her. Her hands grabbing at the flesh of his thighs and her nails raking on the skin spurred him into action as he reached back, holding himself up using muscle alone he grabbed both her wrists and moved them above her head. I plan on it, he smirked down at her words as he shifted his hands, his metal fingers wrapping around both her wrists and held them against the pillow over her head, firm but not enough to hurt her.
He drew his hips back, the head of his cock sitting at the edge of her entrance before pushing back in, the pace brutally, teasingly slow. Should've been a little nicer with your mouth, huh? he grinned and leaned down, nipping at her lower lip as he fucked her deep and slow. He bit down gently on her lip before moving his lips to brush along her jaw, dragging teeth against her smooth skin then pressing a single kiss to the spot just behind her ear before nibbling at her earlobe.
Your pussy is so fucking tight. Still wet from my mouth and getting wetter for my cock, he groaned against her ear, the sound of her slick as he moved slowly within her, his metal fingers not moving an inch as he continued to hold her hands wrists firm.
He lifted his head again, gazing down at her as he continued to move, feeling the way her muscles yielded and stretched around his thick erection. His flesh hand slid up her leg, cupping her knee for a moment before he sat up, his fingers released her wrists as dragged along her arm as he looked down at her, her stretching out as he moved so her calves were on his shoulders know stared down at her, licking over his lower lip, cock still buried inside of her.
Fuck you are so beautiful, he turned his head, pressing a quick kiss against her calf as his hands rubbed over her thighs then slipped around the back of her legs and under her back. Bucky lifted her easily, letting her legs slip off his shoulders as he pulled her flush agaist him, his ankles crossing behind him as he leveraged himself and his hands dropped to grip her ass.
Put your arms around me, he instructed, massaging her ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh as he held her up then drew his hips back and snapped forward quickly. The pace was immediately set fast and hard. His cock driving deep, balls slapping against her beautiful skin as he held her.
human
With my hands above my head, gripped in the strength of your bionic hand, I looked at you with a sort of sexual ferocity that I hadn't felt in years. My mouth opening as you pulled your controlled hips back, and rested your hard cock against me. A sudden body-wide shiver overcame me as I looked up at you. With my jaw dropped, I couldn't help but dip my eyes lower, to the sight of your slow hips; just barely penetrating your manhood into me. I let out an aggressive, huffing chuckle as you taunted me. "I should have sucked you hard until you blew your load all over my face." There was a wickedness in the tone of my voice, and in the slight grin that grew on my needy lips.
As your mouth came down against my own, I reciprocated in sexual desire. I pushed my tongue into your mouth, pushing my head forward in hormonal desperation as you continued to move in and out of me; slowly and deeply. "You're going to make me come, again." My head rolled back and I gave a breathy exhale. Moaning out as your mouth following my jaw, and then my ear. Hearing your foul words only made me wetter. I arched my back instinctively, pushing my hips forward as you moved at such an aggravating yet sensually slow speed. "Fuck."
Soon, though, my frustration was met with a sudden change in process. Feeling your body shift, I did not move or restrict any sort of control you had. In other circumstances, I would have perhaps fought to regain control; but that obsessive-compulsive desire in me seemed to melt away when I was in your arms. I wanted you to control me; to have all of me. Even if that meant retiring any habitual need for control. For once, I felt I could let go completely. This wasn't a performance. This was just me, and you; sharing a passion we had most likely both forgotten about. "James, I want you to do whatever you want with me."
As your strong arms hauled me up and off the bed, there was a flash of surprise on my expression as I ended up in the air. With our bodies both in a up-right position, I did not hesitate you follow your ever move, and your every command. The moment those words left your mouth, my arms curled around your neck. In fact, my body had already motioned me to do so, even before you had uttered the order.
I groaned out suddenly as you drew your hips back and slammed against me. "Oh, Bucky!" Your name erupted from my tongue as if I was about to explode. "Yes!Ahhh-!" I whipped my head back, my hair flailing behind me with both the motion of my reaction and with your hard pace. Grasping onto the back of your head, my nails dug into the flesh of your neck. My fingers were entwined with the long dark hair that graced your head. Subconsciously, I clenched my vaginal muscles, the sensation of your cock driving into me so fast and so hard deemed overwhelming. My toes pointed as my sex seemed to tighten. I felt my orgasm building yet again. My moaning was not only increasing in volume, but also in intensity.
Snapping my attention back to you, I grabbed your face in both my hands and plunged my lips against yours. "Mmmmm-" I groaned right into your mouth - with no attempt to control it as I worked on your mouth. Leaning my head back slightly, I pulled at the soft flesh of your lower lip, brushing my teeth against it as I released it. I immediately licked your lips with the very tip of my tongue; trailing it up to graze your nose as I looked right into your deep blue eyes. Keeping my lips just lightly against yours, I breathed heavy hot breaths into you as I moaned out. "Oh Buck-..." My legs trembled in your grasp.I was consumed by you.
gpt
Every moan was like words of encouragement, spurring him to continue just he was. Each touch from her lips and her fingers left a trail of tingling heat, his body craving more of it. Every sensation was intense, almost numbing with how alert and receptive to stimulation his body was becoming.
His metal hand shifted, moving across her ass to take the full weight of her body as his flesh hand moved up, coming to rest against her throat as they breathed into each other's mouths. His eyes becoming locked on hers when he looked into her eyes. His fingers rested against the skin of her throat, not yet applying any amount of pressure, simply feeling the way her pulse and breath moved under her skin.
If you ever want my load over your face all you have to do is ask, he said with a smirk, his voice strained with a light grunt to his words as his hips continued moving, holding a steady pace. His knees spread a little more, giving him more balance as his fingers tightened a little around her throat, his eyes still boring into hers.
He pushed her head back, breaking the contact from their lips as he lowered his head, curving his back. His mouth easily found what it was seeking and the supple fat of her breast hit his smooth jaw and his lips wrapped around one of her nipples. His tongue lavished the small nub with aggressive licking motions while his teeth dug into the areola. A low groan erupted from his throat against the soft flesh in his mouth before he bit down, not near enough pressure to break skin but enough to leave a mark.
His lips then trailed across her chest to give the other breast the same treatment. Speaking of my load, he said, his lips ghosting over the darkened skin around her nipple. Where do you want this one to go? He asked then proceeded to twirl his tongue around the little bud before sucking it into his mouth while his metal fingers dug into the flesh of her ass and he leaned forward so her shoulder blades and head rested against the bed but continued holding her up. His fingers slid down from her throat and nestled between them, his thumb finding her clit and flicking it as he continued fucking her, now against the bed again.
human
I grabbed the wrist of the hand that wrapped around my neck. It was instinctive, but also practically. It gave me leverage to hold on to you. "If you squeeze me a little harder..." I huffed under the grasp of your hand; referring solely to the grip you had on my neck. "... you can deliver your... fuck-!" I stopped in my sentences, my eyes closing as I let out a breathless moan, "Your fucking load anywhere you want!" Using my strength to combat your grip, I closed the small gap between our faces and used just the very tip of my tongue to lick your lips; from bottom to top. If there was anything that got me going, it was when a man wrapped his fingers around my neck and choked me. "Mmmmm." I grunted out, shamelessly, as your cock drove steadily into me over and over again.
Before your hand could escape me, I slid my fingers from around your wrist to your fingers around my neck and pulled on just one. Peeling your index finger, I shifted it over my bottom lip and sunk my head down. I opened my mouth to insert your finger over my hot tongue; sucking the flesh of your digit as I stared right into your blue orbs. It only lasted a short moment before you pushed my head back, and I happily fell into submission to your demands. "Oh, Buck..." I nearly melted as your teeth dug into my soft breasts. Taking a deep breath, I tried not to lose my mind in that very moment. I exhaled deeply; a motion that let out a loud breathy moan. I grabbed for the hair at the back of your head; using my squeezing hands to lightly tug at it to show my increasing sexual support.
With both hands coming to grasp at the back of your head, they only remained there, desperately, for a few moments before I heard your words. If words could make me cum, it would certainly be those. Biting the corner of my lip, I dragged my hands around your neck and squeezed your collar on either side. "Fuck." I contemplated - the choice almost too much to bear in the heat of the moment. It only took me a short second to decide that I didn't care. In fact, I didn't want to choose at all. "Wherever. You. Want it." There was a finality in my tone - one that gave you complete freedom and control.
As your hips shifted and our bodies moved, I now found myself laying back against the best again - with absolutely no complaints. As my hips remained elevated, I found your manhood to plunge deeper into my sex; grinding at this angle over my swollen g-spot. "Ohhh~!" My voice and moan trembled like the chirp of a lamb. Feeling your finger play with my clit, my legs wrapped slightly tighter around your waist as a sort of knee-jerk reaction. As if to keep myself together, my right arm rose to touch the wall just over my head.
"Bucky!" My opposite, left hand shot up to your wrist, almost as if I was going to prevent you from stimulating my clitoris. My grab turned into a death grip; my nails piercing your skin and even leaving marks. "If you do that... I'm- I'm going to cum. Ahhhh!" Yes,that was just the spot. My back arched steeply and my head sunk into the pillow below me. In a fueled bought of energy, my right hand abandoned the wall and ripped the pillow from right under my head. I launched it across the room suddenly, unable to control my pumping adrenaline as my body began to wage orgasmic war against me.
"James Buchanan Barnes!" I shouted, almost as if I was scolding you. I was coming, that much was evident in the feral, frenzy look in my eyes as my jaw drooped agape and my mouth began to salivate. My legs started to quiver and my free hand moved to hold your abdomen. "Yes!" The orgasm erupted within me, sending an enormous burst of pleasure from my womanhood and outwards. My toes instantly curled as I cried out in total complete arousal. "Bucky!" My voice fluttered as my words were reduced to asthmatic whispers; "Bucky, bucky, bucky...Mmmm,yes." I could barely breathe.