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So Completely Selfless

Charlie

Charlie was so confused. While Bucky's scent didn't exactly call to her like Steve's did, she wasn't reacting to it normally at all. She wasn't reacting to it in the same way that she reacted to Clint's scent either. This was like some sort of weird anomaly and she didn't know what to do about it. She decided that she had better figure out what she was going to do about it fast because Bucky was still glaring murder at her.

Before she chickened out, she sat down beside him. He looked at her with a look that clearly said 'how dare you sit next to me without my permission' but she just ignored it. She couldn't believe that was going to willingly touch Bucky again after everything she already absorbed from him. She still didn't want to do it but she had to try for Steve's sake.

She reached out and placed her small hand onto his forearm. Immediately, she was assaulted with more of his memories and she tried to block them all out. He looked at her with shock like he was shocked that she would want to touch him so freely at all in the first place.

"Hi Bucky, my name is Charlie, I know this is very shocking and confusing to you but you have to try and listen to me okay?" She murmured softly inside of his head.

At her words and the fact that she was 'speaking to him' inside of his head, she could feel that Bucky's shock increased tenfold. He tried to jerk his arm away from her small hand but she held on and refused to let go. Thankfully, the feral mutation inside of her made her strong so she was able to hold on.

"Bucky, I know it's hard, believe me I do but you have to try and calm down. I promise you that my mutation won't hurt you. I am just using it to talk to you. It's the only way I can communicate with you." She explained gently.

Her explanation seemed to do some good and Bucky calmed down a little bit.

"That's it, look I know it sounds insane but I want to try and help you. I know what it feels like to have your mind torn apart and then put back together with a bunch of pieces missing. It's makes you feel violated and it sucks. I just want to try and help you get some of those missing pieces back." She said soothingly.

Bucky looked at her incredulously. It was clear that he didn't believe her at all. His emotions still screamed complete hostility toward her.

She internally sighed. She had a feeling that it wouldn't be THAT easy to convince him that she wasn't his enemy. It was time to go to plan B. This was something she rarely ever did with the exception of doing it with Clint and sharing one memory with Steve because she never wanted anybody to have to see what she went through but desperate times called for desperate measures.

She locked eyes with Bucky and began showing him her memories.

Immediately, his eyes went huge and tried to pull away again harder but she wasn't giving up without a fight.

"No Bucky, this is something you have to see. I'm sorry but you have to understand and this is the only way to do it." She murmured gently.

She showed him everything she could remember. From when she was captured from the school, to when they tried to make 'Darkfire' come out of her and control it. She also showed him everything that happened to her after Victor took off up until the chip in her brain started malfunctioning and they stopped being able control her at all.

Victor taking off on her had been one of the worst things ever to happen to her and it made her life a living hell. Not that it already wasn't at that point but after he left everything got so much worse. She had lost the only person she felt safe with and that could protect her from the short man and his stupid goons. With no Victor to protect her, the short man tried twice as hard to make 'Darkfire' come out and there was nothing she could do to stop it and she got punished for everything. Even if she came back from a mission successful, the short man still found some kind of reason to punish her.

She could feel tears pricking at the corners of her violet eyes as particularly nasty memory suddenly surfaced.

Memory

Charlie cowered in the corner of her cage. Ever since Victor took off and left her to rot in this place all alone, everything went completely sideways on her. She lost her protector and the only person who came anywhere close treating her like she wasn't a disposable piece of garbage. The short man and his stupid goons made sure she knew it too.

She could smell short man coming from a mile away and she could smell that his goons were with him too. She knew that she was in serious trouble. Now that Victor was no longer there to protect her, they had been doing everything could to bring 'Darkfire' out and keep her out. She knew that they were coming to do have another 'session' as the dark man called it. To her it felt like torture. One of these days she was sure that she would lose her mind completely either to 'Darkfire' or from that stupid control chip he put in her head.

Sure enough, the short man entered the room with his stupid goons. Even though she that she knew it was completely pointless, she tried to back up against the opposite side of the cage. The short man grinned in a sickening way at her and approached her cage slowly.

"Come now, my sweet little Lightfire. It's not so bad." The short man crooned darkly.

She couldn't help but shudder at the short man's words. She knew what his definition of 'not so bad' was. He stopped just in front of her cage and continued to grin at her darkly.

She knew that he had something planned for her and whatever it was she knew that she wasn't going to like it at all. She watched the short man command his goons to open her cage. This set her instincts on edge immediately. She didn't want those to idiots anywhere near her. Before she could even try to do anything to protect herself, she short man activated the chip inside of her head. She tried fight it off the best that she could but it was no good. She remained frozen in place. The goons approached her and she knew exactly what was going to happen to her.

One of the goons produced a key from his pocket and unlocked her collar. It fell uselessly to the ground and she could do nothing about it. Because of the stupid chip in her head, she couldn't even try to defend herself. The goons wasted no time in trying to touch everything they could get their hands on. It was like they were sex starved or something. One of goons managed to get her pants undone and tried to yank them down her legs hard. That was all it took for 'darkfire' to break free.

She let out an awful, distorted sounding howl and 'Darkfire' exploded from her. She let as much purple energy gather around her small palm as she could. Without warning, she let it loose and it the goons didn't stand a chance. It all happened so fast that they didn't even know what had hit them. After they were taken care of, she turned her attention to the short man. She was going to make him pay for everything he put her through. Again, she gathered as much purple energy as she could around her small palm. She pushed herself to the brink.

She grinned at the short man maliciously and for the first time ever she could smell a bit of fear coming from him. It felt glorious and she wanted nothing more than to make him feel as much fear as she could. He wanted 'darkfire' now he was going to get all of her and then some. Just as she was about to let loose another surge of power, he pulled something from behind his back.

Her dark eyes widened when she realized that it was a gun. Oh no. She knew what that gun was for. He was going to shoot her in the head with silver bullets. This is what he did when he knew that the control chip wouldn't stop her. He grinned back at her just as maliciously and pointed the gun in her direction. Before she could even attempt to do anything about it, he had already pulled the trigger.

She let out a distorted, pain filled scream as the bullets ripped through her flesh. Getting shot in the head was hell. The pain was indescribable, and she never ever knew what she would and wouldn't remember when she woke up again.

As suddenly as everything happened, it was over. She collapsed onto the floor of her cage and the darkness consumed her completely.

End Memory

Charlie yanked herself from the horrible memory and she couldn't help the sob that escaped her. Of all the times that the short man had shot her in the head, that had been by far the worst. She hadn't actually meant to push it THAT far when she started showing Bucky all of her memories but once it started she couldn't stop it. Now, she felt humiliated and upset. She hated sharing memories of herself being abused by the short man's goons they made her feel all gross and dirty. She severed her connection with Bucky so he wouldn't see any more of her memories. She had shared enough of them with him for one night.

Reliving all of those horrible memories had made her so upset that no matter what she tried to do she was unable to calm herself down. She could almost feel something like anxiety attack coming on. Thankfully, Steve came and crouched down in front of her. Immediately, he started doing everything he could to get her to calm down some. She inhaled deeply and took in some of his scent. Her inner beast began to purr and she finally started to calm down. Steve took her small hand in his and started relaying calming emotions to her. This helped her calm down even more, normally she hated feeling other people's emotions but Steve was an exception that rule and so was Clint. Steve's emotions were always kind and gentle.

She saw that Bucky was watching the entire exchange between her and Steve. She could see that it was making him totally uncomfortable but he was no longer acting like she was his enemy so that was step in the right direction. He got up and wordlessly left the room.

She sighed internally, she sincerely hoped that showing him all of those terrible memories was the right thing to do.

Bucky

Bucky got up and left the living room. He entered Steve's guest bedroom and started pacing back and fourth trying to process what he just went through. When he decided to seek Steve out he didn't think anybody would be with him. From what he recalled, and it wasn't much at all, the opposite sex was not Steve's forte. After what he just witnessed, Steve could say that they weren't together all he wanted but he knew that it was complete BS.

When he first caught sight of her, he instantly knew that there was something about her that wasn't normal. Not only did she try to fight him with out a second thought, she managed to hold her own pretty good too. No normal human being to could do that. Not to mention her unique eye color. He had never seen eyes like hers before in all of his life. When she stared at him, they seemed to almost bore right into him. It was completely unnerving to him. She was completely unnerving. So much so that the assassin part of him perceived her to be a threat and wanted to get rid of her. Thankfully Steve stopped him before he did anything stupid.

He sighed softly and ran a hand through his long, messy brown hair. He wanted nothing more to put away the assassin for good and just try to be Bucky again. He was so sick and tired of trying to function with a half a damn brain. It was impossible to do so. He barely knew who he was or anything before HYDRA fucked up his brain. Steve was the first person he remembered from his life before he got turned into a killing machine. He had hoped that Steve would be able to help him remember more of his life and maybe help him put the assassin away for good. He was not at all expecting this complication in the form of a little violet-eyed dame with a bunch of weird abilities.

When Steve brought her back into the apartment with him, he again felt the assassin try to claw its way out. It was still perceiving her to be a 'threat' that should be eliminated. Before he could do anything to leave the situation before something bad happened, she quickly came and sat down next to him. It was clear that her instincts were telling her that she shouldn't do this, but she was ignoring them and did it anyway. He was shocked. She knew that he was dangerous yet she willingly sat down next to him anyway and then she touched him.

He would never forget what he felt when she touched him. He thought it was shocking when she willingly sat down next to him. This was on a whole other level. He could feel her emotions it was like nothing he ever felt before. When she started talking to him inside of his head, he tried to pull away from her because it was freaking him out so much but she wouldn't have any of it. She explained to him that her name was Charlie and that she was a mutant. She explained to him that it was one of her mutations that was allowing her to speak to him inside of his head and that she understood what he was going through.

Immediately he began to get angry at her for saying such a thing. How could she even come close to understanding what he went through?

Before he could question her, she began showing him memory after memory. This wasn't like what he went through at all, this was so much worse. She was so young and they stole her from the only place that she felt comfortable in and tried to turn her into a monster. The took apart her mind and tried to put it back together. They tried to turn her into a killing machine just like him. Who does this shit to little girls?

Just when he didn't think it could get any worse, she showed him this memory of them trying to get this thing out of her. Whatever it was, it was uncontrollable and they had to pretty much sexually assault her to get it out of her. Watching those assholes try to rip off her pants made him sick and then the thing just exploded out of her.

She killed the goons like they were nothing and then the guy he assumed was the brains behind the whole operation pulled a gun from behind his back and shoot her in the head like it was nothing. He thought that the machine HYDRA strapped him in to wipe his memories clean was bad this was so much worse.

This poor little dame had been through hell and back. He was starting to understand why Steve wanted to protect her so much. She had been through so much and she didn't deserve to have her brain ripped apart by those assholes. She DID understand what he was going through so much and he found himself maybe wanting to get to know her more. Those big violet eyes of hers had seared themselves in his mind and now he was very curious about her. Maybe they could even help each other out.

He only hoped that Steve could learn to share.

Charlie

Charlie let out a soft, slightly distorted sigh. Now that Bucky was gone and she had calmed down a bit she decided that it would be a good idea to get back to Clint's apartment. Sharing all of those memories with Bucky made her extremely exhausted and all she wanted to do was go sleep. Oh how she wished Clint was with her right now. She was so nervous that all of this was going to blow up her face and Clint wouldn't be here to help her. She could only imagine what would happen when Clint got back and how she was going to try to convince him that all of this was okay?

She knew that nothing would make Clint not want her but she also didn't want him to get mad at her either. She decided that going back to Clint's apartment and trying to figure it would be the best thing to do.

She got up ready to leave and Steve gave her a questioning look. She gently touched his arm so she could talk to him.

"I think I should go back to Clint's apartment now. I'm tired and I need sleep. All of that took a lot out of me." She explained to him softly inside of his head.

He gave her a look. She could tell that he didn't like the idea of her being alone at the moment at all.

"Doll, I don't think that's a good idea. You just went through something huge and I don't think you should be alone right now." He told her gently.

His eyes were gentle and pleading. She mulled over what he told her in his head. She knew that he was just trying to look out for her. Maybe he had a point, she could only imagine what kind of dreams or probably nightmares she might have because of this. It probably wasn't the best idea to try and deal with all of that on her own. At least Steve could help her through it if it got really bad. As for when Clint came back, she knew that Steve would never ever leave her to try and explain it all to him on her own.

She looked up at Steve and nodded softly. She could see just how relieved he was that she agreed to stay with him instead of going back to Clint's apartment again.

"Okay Steve, maybe you are right. Going back to Clint's apartment to try and deal with what just happened to me is probably not the best idea in the world." She admitted.

Steve's look turned affectionate at what she said and he chuckled softly.

"Not doll, it's probably not a good idea at all. Come on, I think it's time you tried to get some real sleep." He agreed.

She got up off of the couch and Steve led her from the living room to his bedroom. Considering that Bucky was using his spare room, she really had no where else she could sleep besides the couch and Steve was far too much a gentleman to let her do that. If anything, he would give her his bed and sleep on the couch if she asked it of him.

Of course, considering that they had already slept on the couch together it wasn't necessary anyway. Together, they entered his bedroom. It was very simple, clean and saturated with his scent. Like Clint's clean scent, it comforted her inner beast greatly. After showing her where everything was, Steve went to retrieve her a shirt and boxers she could change into should she want to clean herself up a bit. She took the offered clothes and gave him a grateful look. While she would have been fine staying in the clothes she had on, after everything that she went through a hot shower would go a long way in making her feel so much better.

She placed her small hand gently on his arm.

"Thanks Steve, I really appreciate this." She told him gratefully.

He gave her a tender look and took her small hand in his large one.

"Of course doll, there an extra tooth brush under the sink if you want it. Feel free to use anything you want." He offered, giving her small hand a little stroke.

She smiled and squeezed his hand. Feeling especially brave, she reached up and place a soft kiss on Steve's jaw. He looked at her in shock at the contact.

It was the first time she initiated contact with somebody of the opposite sex that wasn't Clint and she found that she didn't hate it. In fact, she sort of like it and maybe it was something that she wanted to explore further at a later date. For the time being, the shower was calling her name. She left Steve standing there with shock written all over his face and disappeared into the bathroom.

Steve

Steve stood in place staring at the place where his little doll stood moments ago in shock. He had not expected her to initiate such contact but he couldn't say that he was complaining about it. He enjoyed far more than he probably should of even, but he couldn't help it. Charlie was un-like anybody he had ever met before. She was amazing. She did something for him that put her in a position that nobody should ever have to put in. He could see how scared and un-sure she was about doing it. Yet she did it anyway. She deserved everything he could give her and then some.

He had never felt anything like this before. This was nothing like his relationship with Sharon at all. This was something so much better.

He un-froze from his spot in front of his bathroom door and began his night time routine. He changed into a pair of pyjama pants and crawled into bed. Not long later, Charlie popped out of his bathroom looking much happier and refreshed. She was looking at him with those big violet eyes of hers. She had her hair down and his shirt and boxers were way too big on her small little frame but he couldn't say that he didn't enjoy how they looked on her. Probably more so than he should. He beckoned her over and she compiled.

She crawled into bed with him and curled up against him. For a long time, they sat enjoying a comfortable silence just simply relaying emotions back and fourth between each other until she slowly started drifting off to sleep.

For the first time since he woke up from being frozen, he felt real happiness and he wouldn't change it for anything.