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"Well, I'm happy to say that your brother's coma was purely a mental state. He could be up and moving at full capacity by next week by normal standards but, given Pietro's abilities I wouldn't be surprised if he was functional sooner than even that."
"Thank you, Dr. Banner."
"Anytime. Page me if you need me."
Bruce walked back to his lab, ecstatic to run tests on his new specimens. While much further upstairs: the New York stationed Avengers that weren't going down stairs to see their old friend were trying to catch up on classic American culture that wasn't anything below a 1942 vintage. In other words, Clint and Vision went down stairs to say Hi to Pietro, and Odessa and Bucky were watching a movie.
"Do you know who to work Neatflix?"
"Pfft, No."
"Figures…."
"Um, Clint mentioned a few movies… Star Wars?"
"Nope. Seen it. Scary."
"Ok, what about Talladega Nights?"
"Hell. no. Tony talks about it and I don't want to understand what he's saying."
"Titanic?"
"Umm…. sure." Bucky replied as he fumbled with the remote.
They both watched the picture with intense focus as they sat on opposite ends of the couch. Bucky with both his legs resting on the coffee table in front of him and Odessa with her legs tucked under her, and her head in her hands. Odessa would ask the occasional question, like "but if she's going to marry him why is she smiling at him?" or "what's wrong with her going to that party?" And he would answer "because she doesn't what to marry him she wants to marry him… I think." or "because she's rich and she's supposed to stay with the rich people because they think they're better than those guys, but rose likes the poor guys. Which the other bad rich people don't like." Just harmless banter, that is until the scene where Cal shoots at Rose and Jack, and Bucky started grumbling under his breath in Russian about how the gun should have done this but really it did this.
"тех, ублюдок даже не знаю, как использовать пистолет... Господи... мать лохи? What does that mean?" She asked all too simply.
"It uh-"Bucky ran a hand over his face, "you heard that?"
'I have ears.' "Yes… You said that didn't you?"
'The only other person I've met that can say the words without sounding like they have a mouthful of syrup is Natasha… but this girl only speaks English. Right?' "But you don't speak Russian?"
"No." 'These people are full of odd questions.'
'What?' "How did you… say it right?"
'… I just said what you said.' "…. I heard you. What does it mean?"
'What?' "Well… they didn't-, the gun shouldn't have done that."
"How do you know?"
"…. I know a lot of things I wish I didn't sweet heart."
There was a long pause after that. It may have just been a minute or two or it might have been an hour. Not that it really mattered.
Odessa took her head out of her hands and leaned forward a bit to see the ex-assassin's face, "do you get flash backs too?" she asked with a quiet concern.
Bucky pursed his lips "…yeah, sometimes."
"… Do they get any better?" Odessa's voice had a slight hopelessness ringing through it, which caught his attention.
'this girl shouldn't be losing faith now… Hell, what do you know buck? You lost hope your first day, ya hypocrite…'
"…with time." Bucky said not quite convincingly.
Odessa shrugged and didn't bother to hide her disappointment in that statement.
And then. Jack died.
"WHAT?!"
"Oh my god."
"WHAT THE HELL?"
"But- but he comes back right?!"
"WHAT THE FUCK CLINT!?"
Odessa just stared at the screen her mouth open in disbelief and Bucky sat next to her, leaned forward with his arms out, cursing and plotting Clint's death.
"THAT IS NOT OKAY." Odessa's voice, full of total anguish and disbelief.
"I heard my name!" Clint asked smiling as he appeared in the kitchen.
Bucky whipped around and gave him a look that wiped the cheeky smile off his face "What the hell, man!?"
"What did I do?"
"We watched that boat movie! Why the hell would you suggest that? That is wrong with you!?"
Clint couldn't help but laugh at the former killing machine's reaction to one of his generation's saddest movies. He almost doubled over laughing at Odessa face. She had an expression that clearly agreed with Bucky.
Bruce's head poked out of the doorway, "I heard a commotion. Is everything ok?"
"Did that really happen?!" Odessa asked, her eyebrows knitted together as she pointed to the screen.
"Oh. Oh! Um, more or less…."
Both Odessa's and Bucky's reaction changed. Both of their eyes widened and their eyebrows lifted up as if by strings. Odessa opened her mouth to say something but it only the beginnings of words came out, which added to Clint's laughter.
Odessa hoped off the couch and promptly set a path for the door, which was being blocked by the 'oh so hysterical' archer, trying to suppress even more laughter. Looking at the infuriatingly annoying look on his face, the mutant stuck out her palm and blasted him in the chest, knocking him on his ass and temporarily silencing him.
With that, Bucky decided that she was alright.
"If you think that a kiss is all in the lips C'mon, you got it all wrong, man. And if you think that our dance was all in the hips, Oh well, then do the twist. If you think holding hands is all in the fingers Grab hold of the soul where the memory lingers and Make sure to never do it with the singer 'Cause he'll tell everyone in the world. What he was thinking about the girl Ya, what he's thinking about the girl,"
Odessa was sprawled across the bed, her head and feet dangling off opposite edges or the mattress. Music played softly as she moved her lips to the words of The Denial Twist.
She wanted desperately to put down the history book she was reading but couldn't find it in herself to do it. Entrancement and repulsion were begining to weave together as she continued to read. It was enough to make her shake.
'Other gruesome experiments meant to further Nazi racial goals were a series of sterilization experiments, undertaken primarily at Auschwitz and Ravensbrueck. There, scientists tested a number of methods in their effort to develop-'
"hormones are getting in the way of your testing. Something has to be done about that."
"please no, please please PLEASE."
Cold metal clacking against metal, cold metal pushing against aching flesh. Snip. Crunch. Squish. Squeal. Cry. Scream. Snip. Crunch.
"preparing to open the muscle layer in the lower abdomen."
"PLEASE!..."
"Sterilization successful. Preparing to close incision point."
A purple haze was building around her, flickering like a strobe light. She didn't remember crawling to the corner of the room, putting her head in her hands, and grinding her nails into her scalp. But that's how Bruce found her. Her whole body was in a cold sweat while purple/black energies were making the room vibrate as they flickered from on to off; push to pull.
The state the room was in caught him completely off guard, as did his lovely little vision sitting in the corner beside the bed, moaning and struggeling to breathe as she gave into another flash back. His heart began to race as he saw how helpless she was, trapped within her own mind.
'Shit shit shit shit shit! Ok deep breaths. Think think think. Stay calm.' Bruce was already on the brink of turning green and now was NOT the time to fall over the edge. He did his best to stay composed while his heart picked up its pace at the sight of seeing Odessas face contorted in panic. She was practically tearing her hair out; and the look on her face as she jerked her chin up to look at him, knocked the wind of him. Her soft features were twisted and washed out to white as tears streamed unnoticed down the apples of her cheeks.
"WANDA WE NEED YOU ASAP."
Little did Bruce know, she had felt her terror once it started and was already moments away.
The helplessness written on her face did nothing to help Bruce's finger-tips, which were fading into a pale green. No. he could do this. There is no way he was just going to leave her in such a state of distress. He could do this.
The throbbing haze as impossible to ignore as a strong wave knocked him on his knees and cracked a lens in his glasses. He crawled through the twinkling smog and stood on his knees in front of her.
"Odessa, you're ok. Everything is ok. Your safe, here with me." He cringed as is muscles strained against the growing green climbing up his hands.
The pulsing in the air softened as recognized the face that was holding her sholders, "Bruce?"
"Yes! Yes it's Bruce. Come on. I need you to look at me. Atta girl. Deep breaths, come on, just like me."
Bruce could feel himself relaxing, like a wave receding from the shore as she looked him in the eye, the terrified glaze on her face giving way to a much less potent grief. Her whole body trembled through choked breaths as she did her best to copy him.
The pulsing in the air ceased when Bruce took his right hand and held her cheek as he wiped away a one of her tears. She gave a weak smile and tilted her head as she touched his fingers with fragile hands.
Wanda slung the door open to find Odessa sitting on the floor, leaning against Bruce's chest, taking slow deliberate breaths, while he played with her hair, both looking completely spent.
"Oh thank god." Wanda breathed, "Is everything ok?"
"I think we got it under control, but would you mind going to my lab and starting up the brain scanner and getting me my spare pair of glasses?"
Odessa gave a small gasp when he said brain scanner.
"Are you sure taking her to your lab is a very good idea?"
"I know what you're thinking but I can't move my equipment. Besides, I'll have her sedated and, if you wouldn't mind, I was hoping you could suppress her abilities while she was there."
Wanda sighed. "Ok. I'm on it… thank you for helping her for me."
"My pleasure. Thank you."
Just as Wanda closed the door, Bruce leaned down and kissed her temple, lingering slightly to breath in the subtle sent of her.
"Come on skinny love just last the year, Pour a little salt we were never here, My my my, my my my, my-my-my my-my... Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer. Tell my love to wreck it all, Cut out all the ropes and let me fall,"
Odessa smiled and made a silent decision as he pressed his lips to her feathery soft hair.
She turned around in his lap and looked him in the eyes, admiring the slight blush on his cheeks and spectrum of brown that filled his eyes, unaware of the airy smile that painted across her lips. Sitting up beside him, Odessa leaned forward and pressed her full, velvety lips to his; which he delightedly reciprocated as he buried his hand in her hair.
"And in the morning I'll be with you, But it will be a different kind, 'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets, and you'll be owning all the fines. Come on skinny love, what happened here? Suckle on the hope in light brassieres, My my my, my my my, my-my-my my-my..."
Please tell me what you thought of this chapter! I hope it gave you plenty of feels! Ill try to keep writing and post as often as I can! (Btw that song is Skinny Love by Birdy witch I highly suggest you listen to. Great song.)
*the 'history book' passage about holocaust experiments is from . ?ModuleId=10005168 which I do not own.