Hello again! I am sorry it has taken me this long to post a chapter! I have been caught up in work and finally have some time to post some chapters. I took this one to add more on Amora's past to give her a little more depth. Enjoy!

Amora leaned up against a tree, breathing heavily. They had been walking for about two hours since Amora had teleported her and Bucky to the ground. She felt herself grow weak and tired from walking nonstop, deeper, into the forest.

"I could of teleported us to a more civilized location when I had more energy," Amora sat on the ground and squeezed her sore feet, "We have no food, no water, and no shelter and I am too tired to do tricks. If we could just rest for a minute, James, it is getting dark."

Bucky adjusted his rifle strap on his shoulder, shifting uncomfortably. He was just as desperate to get out of the woods himself, but he didn't want to stop moving, no matter how tired he felt. Bucky glanced over at Amora who continued to squeeze her feet through her shoes. He saw how exhausted she looked and wished he could do more for her to make her comfortable, but he knew that they were in a dangerous situation and he did not want to take any risks.

"Alright, but not for too long. We need to try to find a clearing. I lost signal on my communicator with Steve and Sam so we need to keep moving."

"If we were back in the 40's you probably would of suggested we have a campfire and sleep under the stars." Amora stretched her legs out in front of her and looked up at him with her big, green, eyes with a small smile on her lips.

"And you would of bought some marshmallows to roast," Bucky leaned up against a nearby tree and examined her as she stretched her arms and legs, "What happened to you? I mean...what really happened to you, Amora?"

Amora leaned back against the tree stump, her hand massaged her sore throat as she processed his question. She wanted to ask him the same thing. What happened to him? She felt as though she still knew so little of him now and that was just eating her up inside. Amora cleared her dry throat and looked up at him, staring at his metal arm.

"I can ask you the same."

"I asked you first," Bucky crossed his arms, the metal one placed on top, "There is more than what you have told me. I can see it in you. You have been through more than what you put out."

"Don't we have to get moving?" Amora furrowed her brows together, trying to change the subject. It made her uncomfortable to think about life after she thought lost him.

"Don't change the subject, doll. Besides, it's probably best not to walk during nightfall, so you have all the time to tell me."

Bucky smirked slightly as Amora tucked a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear. He wanted to understand why she remained broken for so long and didn't bother moving on if she thought he was dead all those years. Deep down, he knew there had to be more to the story of what made her change so drastically. Amora took a deep breath in and kept her eyes focused on her feet, knowing he was not going to like what he was about to hear.

"When I was an apprentice to Karnilla, I thought it would help me move on from losing you. I thought that maybe if I focused on something else and had someone to guide me that I would eventually heal." Amora kept staring at her feet, shaking her head slightly, "The complete opposite happened. When I first met Karnilla I was under the impression that she would be a great mentor and perhaps a friend. Instead I met the biggest bitch anyone could have ever met."

Bucky kept focused on Amora, noticing how uncomfortable she was getting. He had to know, though, and he didn't want her to stop sharing her story. He so desperately wanted her to show some vulnerability to prove to him that the old Amora was truly still there and that she wasn't putting an act on this whole time while they were alone together.

"At first everything was okay. Karnilla taught me spells that I have never even heard of. She said I was accelerating fast for an apprentice and I could tell she didn't quite like that." Amora huffed and pulled her legs closer to her chest for warmth, "I took it upon myself to study when I was supposed to be sleeping. I'd borrow books and learn things far beyond my skill range and I would master every single one. One day I wanted to show her to impress her in what an amazing apprentice I was. Of course, she didn't like it."

"What happened after that?" Bucky shifted his position slightly, still standing above Amora, his blue eyes locked in on her, anticipating what she was about to say next.

"Punishment and torture, of course," Amora looked ahead as the memories played in her head, "She hated me after that. I was a threat to her because of how powerful I become and for of course, my beauty. She would place chains over a fire and then shackle me in them from head to toe as a form of punishment. That was her favorite."

Amora bit her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes shut, "I can still feel my skin burning underneath the iron. Hearing my screams and seeing no one come to help," she exhaled and continued on, trying to steady her voice, "Karnilla continued her cruel punishments for years and years. She'd send me on missions to do her dirty work and if I were to screw up, the hotter the chains would get. I've had to use healing spells to cover and heal my wounds. She would do anything to make me look hideous."

Bucky felt himself growing enraged at her descriptions. The last thing we wanted to think about was Amora in flaming hot shackles, crying for help. It made him think about all the torture he went through with the Soviets and Hydra. The only thing he could think of was how he would rather be in the scolding hot shackles, taking the pain for her so she didn't have to hurt.

"I've sent many ravens to Asgard to inform them on Karnilla's doings so they could stop her, but no one came. I found myself despising Asgard after no one came to confront her or even to help me. I lost you and then I felt as though I lost my people and that was enough to set me off the edge. I started disobeying Karnilla more to test her to make her punish me, to show her I wasn't afraid and I wasn't that weak goddess that she met years ago. But...during that time I felt myself not getting better, but worse. I calloused myself in what I am today to hide my fear and to hide my hurt."

"I could kill her," Bucky growled underneath his breath, feeling himself become more angered by Amora's story, "If I ever have the chance I will. She needs to pay for what she's done to you." Amora shook her head, It was hard enough opening up about her past and punishments, especially to Bucky.

"After I built up the courage to leave Karnilla, I decided it was time to give Asgard some Hel that I thought it deserved. I took joy in starting fights and turning men into trees and watching them rot away. I would find myself asking myself if I had gone too far. I knew I had, but I had nothing and I wanted everyone around me lower than me. And now that I find out you were alive all those years, I..I just wish I would have known sooner so that maybe I wouldn't have become this."

"You can't change the past, doll. Trust me, I live everyday with blood on my hands." Bucky moved closer to her and crouched down beside her, "But you can change everything now and in the future."

"I don't even know who you are now, James," Amora looked at him with concern in her eyes, "We don't even know each other anymore now, do we?"

"Trust me. I feel like I know my girl again," he leaned in and placed his lips on her forehead for a few moments, letting her lean into him, "Thank you for opening up to me. It means more than you can imagine."

"But you won't open up to me, James," Amora ran her delicate fingers through his long, brown, hair, "Why?"

"It's just best for you," Bucky frowned and tucked his metallic hand under her chin, "I don't want you to view me...more differently."

"You are afraid I will not love you?"

"...Yes." Bucky looked down to avoid eye contact with her. His biggest fear at the moment was losing her again and the last thing he wanted was for that fear to come true.

Amora pulled his face closer to hers and pressed her lips against his passionately, feeling him intensify the kiss. Amora parted her lips from his momentarily, her forehead pressed against his, "James Buchanan Barnes, I can never stop loving you. You can tell me anything and I only promise to love you more than I have before."

Bucky took a deep breath in and placed his human hand over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze, "Okay, I'll tell you."

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