New age 2
Part 1. Return of a dearly love ghost
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For the first three days, Cassy or Darcy, just sleep and rest. She's exhausted from having had to use that power. Logan a silent vigil and fierce protector, never letting any of them close to her room. Always taking care of her alone. Never calling for help. For what help would he need ? He lives with her, he knows her as good as he knows himself theses days. Cassy is always so present and gentle when with him.
They are Pack.
Then she's as silent as a ghost, even JARVIS has a hard time keeping up with her. But she just moves around, explores, hides sometimes, she's never malicious or angry. Always so quiet and calm. It amuses Logan to no end how she can frighten the Avengers and co by appearing behind them, or by suddendly taking part of the conversation as if she had always been there.
Very devious his Cassy. One of the few personality trait the scientists didn't take away. A proof that they hadn't broke her. That she had hide herself away to her best ability.
Logan just can't really bring himself to sympathize with them. Well, maybe Barnes.
The three of them have survived a hell and no they aren't the same as the one they were before but they're still there, it's still them, there isn't anything to be cured of, there is nothing wrong with them, they have changed to survived, they have adapted to a world who wanted them as slaves and told it to fuck itself.
They should accept it and move on.
He should know, how many times had he been forced to changed to survive ? He had stopped counting.
Humans always want what they can't have.
« It is the way they strive to be better... » come her flotty voice.
« Are you in the vents ? Cold ? »
« A bit... I am hungry... my stomach growled many times...*sighs*.. I don't want to go down yet. »
« Darling, I will not let you eat inside the vents... who knows what Barton or Stark will do if they heard. »
« I know »
« You are talkative... »
« I want to talk to you.. is it bad that I don't want to talk to them ? »
« No, it is not Darling. Do what feel right to you. Only and ever my Darling, now come it's time to eat. »
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Jane is a mess.
Since the video of the station, she's been a mess. Emotional and physical. Only Thor and Eric have been able to calm her down. And thanks for Bruce and his tea collection.
And now, Darcy is home. But she's not really here, is she ?
They broke her... they had dare harm her. Just because she had been her intern when Thor had come on Earth.
Why hadn't she fought to keep Darcy with her ?
It's a question she hadn't stop asking herself.
Was she waiting for Darcy to get her diploma before asking her to be her assistant ?
Or did she truly, a part of her had, wanted to get rid of a possible competitor to Thor affection? They had always been close, but even now she knows that Thor only ever saw Darcy has a beloved little sister. And the same for Darcy.
Had she unconsciously been putting her fear and jealousy on Darcy ?
Jane came to the laboratory dreading all the tasks she will have to do in order to be able to see her notes, pc and desks. She's been in a frantic search and ScienceMode before they find Darcy that she hadn't had the time to put everything in order. Even two weeks after...
She almost looses her grip on her grand black coffee. Her desk is white prestine, everything is where it should be and her notes are organized the way she likes it, or more truthfully, the way Darcy always did it.
As she powers her pc, she looks around almost expecting to see Darcy hiding around ready to tease her and to talk her into going to town... yeah she must still be dreaming...
She focuses back, all her data is in order, the ones on the paper notes are even coded inside, she doesn't realized it, but her mouth is smiling as her eyes are weeping.
Darcy had been here.
Even without all her memories and more stranger than Darcy, she's still taking care of her.
She's still with her.
She opens the first drawer of her principal desk to retrieve a tissu but there is a bag there.
She takes is out, it's full of patisserie, her favorite ones.
Does she really deserve them ? Does she really deserve Darcy ?
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He is trapped. He can't move, his hands are tied same with his ankles.
He is trapped on the CHAIR.
God please no, please no... Stevy ! Natasha !
Howard oh God, Howard covered in blood, in agony, brokenly whispering his name
«Bucky... »
Oh God so much blood ! Its all on him now... please make it stop !
A soft sound distracts him and suddenly he is awake.
He is awake ? He is ?
More humming. Where ?
The vent is open, she is here ?
A lullaby, she is humming a lullaby for him.
« Will you come inside ? » he whispers almost brokenly, he needs to see.
Need to know he is awake, that this is real.
« Please ? »
The lullaby stops he almost whimpers, but soon he can see her legs she's coming inside.
She is in her pajama, but it's not surprising, it's late in the night after all.
He doesn't try to talk anymore. He can't.
Something is blocking him. Somehow she knows it and began humming again, while going with him on the bed.
She is taping her chest. It takes him a few tries before understanding that she's taping her hearbeat.
It's soothing... maybe...maybe he can...
sleep...
She's gone in the morning.
A delicate paper crane on his desk says hello.
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Cassy is so silent, so quiet, a very different person than the lively and very sassy girl on the videos and the stories of Jane, Eric, Thor and Clint.
It's almost night and day.
But well Sam had lived through war and loss, even him wasn't the same as before these experiences, but he was still him.
And he could bet that she was still her, just changed and maybe still hiding those parts of herself from them.
Fear ? Desapointment ? Unconsciously ?
Still she is here, and no seems to want to adress the big elefant of the room.
This time, it's not his place to do so.
It needs to be either Jane, Thor, Eric or Coulson.
No one else.
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Eric is use now to wake up and knowing where he is.
What he has been doing.
And why he had been doing it.
After Loki, it had been hard.
So very hard to order his thoughts, so many and too informations to compiled.
And he had tried to so hard but the more he had tried so more he had lost himself.
Darcy had told him to be careful.
That he knew the price to work with that agency.
He thoughs he had known. He clearly had been mistaken.
Loki had changed so many things, revealed so many more.
He knows its in his brain, but he just can't access it.
Not anymore.
It's blocked.
« You don't need it. »
« What ! Oh Darcy ! »
« You can't remember because you don't need it. Relax now Eric. You are safe. You are well. You are Eric. » and she left with an affectionate kiss to his cheek.
Like she used to do.
Maybe she's right. Darcy had always been wise.
He doesn't need it.
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She had been found.
She had kissed him. A Hello and Goodbye kiss.
He could still not let her go.
Had she become an obsession ?
Had project T.A.H.I.T.I changed him, alter his feeling or their intensity ?
He could have stay at the tower but his team and SHIELD needed him.
The irony was not lost on him.
This time again, he chose his work and not her.
Was it why she let him go ?
Because he would and did always chose his duty ?
Ping
the screen of his pc light up with a new message.
A skype request. Stark. He accepts after a moment, collecting himself.
It's not Stark. It's Darcy.
She's in pajama, hair loose, no make-up.
« I remember singing you to sleep... my memories are difficult sometimes to access... and sometimes painful because I'm not just Darcy anymore. I am also Cassandra. I am not innocent. But I still care for you, the feelings are still there. I don't talk much anymore but you, Logan and Thor makes me want to talk. You are very dear to me. Always. »
« Could you ? »
« Any time. »
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« Alright JARVIS calculations for the maximum damages. »
Tony is tired.
Exhausted. But he can't sleep, it's too empty.
There is no heartbeat to listen to.
No warm to curl up to.
Just him and his full brain.
his bed make him think on things he doesn't want to think about. As no need to think about.
Steve thinks he is being so careful, crafty in hiding it.
Idiot, arrogant little shit.
As if he hadn't known.
As if he could blame Barnes for being a weapon for HYDRA.
As if he could blame Barnes for having killed his parents.
His mother.
As if he couldn't see just how much Barnes is destroying, blaming himself for it already.
Fuck.. everything is just so fucking twist..
he knew what he was to be used for death. Hadn't Obby done just that to him ? By praising him ? By faking being interested in him ? By taking Howard place after Jarvis death ? By pretending to be his friend ?
The name « STARK » is a curse.
This is why he had made sure to never be able to have children.
This curse will finish with him. He will be the last Stark.
As he turn to take his coffe he almost jump in fright.
She's here.
Of course, she is, the little ghost girl.
Curled up on his couch, watching him work while sipping his coffee.
« Good there ? Need a blanket ? »
she just smiles sleepily and extand her hand.
« What ? What do you want ? JARVIS ? »
« sixty-eight hours »
« Okay... you need sixty-eight hours ? You lose them? What ? »
She just continues to shake her head and open her hand making a come here, come closer gesture.
« Do I need to call your wolf ? »
She laughs. Okay, so very weird.
Well, when in wonderland, do as they do.
Huh what had happen ? How come I'm now on the couch ?
What ?
She's humming ?
Is she threading her fingers in my hair ?
Oh.
Oh... so sleepy...
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« Where were you Darling ? Almost came to get you. »
She just climbs into their bed and tiredly curled up into his arms, burrows herself as close as she can.
« Shhhh... sleep. Talk. Later. »
« Alright my Darling. »
He tightens his grip slightly the way she likes to be held before sleeping.
No matter where she goes, or for how long she's gone during the day, she's always in his arms during the night or just for sleeping.
She trust no one else with her sleep.
At least for now. And that's very fine with them.
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