Bucky could tell that Syrena was nervous...very nervous. She only ever paced like she was when she was nervous.
He snorted to himself, she was nervous and he was confused. At thebeginning of all this he could barely recall what she looked like, he had only that grainy security footage to go by. But now...now he was starting to get more and more of his memories of her back but there was also a downfall to remembering her. It also brought back memories of those lonely, cold years without her as well and it filled him with uncontrollable rage.
He didn't-no COULDN'T lose those memories again. He would die before that happened again.
Those years after they were separated, he thrived on the pain they inflicted not knowing the real reason why...not until he felt Syrena's lips against his, then it was made all too clear that some deeply subconscious part of him still remembered her.
"Syrena, you should sit down, preferably before you wear a hole in the floor."
She stopped and turned her eyes on him and his breath caught in his throat. 'Had she always been this beautiful?'
She scoffed, but still sat down beside him on the couch.
"Shouldn't he be there by now? I mean he's supposed to be one of the fastest people alive, but we haven't heard from him yet."
He gently grabbed the hand closest to him and gently squeezed it. "He'll find her."
She softly smiled and laid her head on his metal shoulder. "There you go again...always so sure of everything, Moya Zvezda."
He momentarily froze at the nickname. 'My star'
/ / / / /
For days after their first kiss, she avoided him and it angered him. So much that the guards gave him a larger berth than normal, fearing that he would become destructive.
Finally on the fourth day he had had enough of her childish attitude and confronted her.
"You have been avoiding your training, why?"
She kept her back to him as she replied. "I thought it best to train with others to help advance my skills."
"You are lying."
She still didn't turn to face him.
He angrily grabbed her arm, turning her to face him. She looked down at her feet.
"Look at me!"
She still refused. He growled and pushed her back against the wall.
She still didn't look at him.
He was reeling from anger, but he held it in check, deciding a new tactic would work best.
"Look at me….please?"
She froze and slowly her eyes traveled from her feet up his body, causing heat to coil low in his abdomen. A tiny voice in his head whispered only one word over and over again.
'MINE.'
Then her eyes met his and he saw the heat that he knew was mirrored by his own. He knew that they were entering dangerous territory especially if command were to find out. They would kill her...perhaps even him as well.
He inwardly growled at the thought.
He pulled her snugly against him, pinning her there with his metal arm before lifting his other hand and tangling his fingers in her soft locks.
He could feel her breathing heavily against him. It caused something in him to lurch and his heart sped up. The tension between them was thick and they just stood there looking into each others' eyes.
The silence was broken when she spoke.
"They'll kill us if they find out and I can't lose you. You are all I have left, moya zvezda."
"Call me that again…"
She softly smiled, "Moya zvezda...my star-" Suddenly his lips crashed against hers, cutting her lip and drawing blood. They both groaned at the contact.
He pulled away and pressed his forehead against hers.
'Let them try."
She shook her head, "You definitely sound sure of your skills...:"
He grinned, strangely feeling like himself for the first time.
/ / / / /
He snapped back to reality at the sound of someone clearing their throat. Looking up he noticed Steve standing at the door, looking grim.
Syrena noticed his look too and stood up quickly, her hand still clasped in his.
"News?"
"He found her."
His chest tightened, "Whats wrong?"
"She's wounded and unconscious. He's bringing her here."