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Here's another oneshot. Enjoy.

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The Chameleon

"James, there's no reason you should be ashamed of how you look," Hermione told him. "Yes, I completely understand wanting to hide your scars. Merlin only knows I've been hiding mine long enough, but…"

His head snapped up. "Wait! Wait! What do you mean you hide your scars?"

"I hide my scars," she told him. "I have more than a few." She looked over to him from the laptop she was working on, as she went on with, "I was in a war, after all." She finished what she was working on for the time being. "If you're that upset about your scars, if it's not a matter of health, I can camouflage…"

"Show me."

"What?"

"Your scars. If you really don't care about them, show me what they look like."

"Okay," she answered, as she took the charms off of herself.

And once she was done, she looked just as…Wait…He walked over to her, his fingers grazed a single scar at her throat.

"Is this all?" he asked.

She took off her shirt and slacks, setting them next to her computer. She knew the very moment he saw the scar nearly bisecting her body, as well as several other scars.

"What the fuck happened to you?" he asked.

"Which time?" she asked. She pointed to the scar at her throat. "I was being tortured this time." She lifted her left arm and showed him the word emblazoned there. She turned and showed him her back and he saw the scars there.

"Oh sweetheart."

"A chandelier fell on me." She looked over her shoulder at him, telling him, "Oddly enough, I was so relieved that I wasn't being tortured at that point that I hardily felt it when the ugly thing hit me."

"What nearly cut you in two?"

She turned back around and touched the long scar that nearly went all the way around her body. "A cutting curse." She looked over at Bucky, who was now looking up to her eyes. "It turned out that it wasn't just about the cutting me in twain." Hermione swallowed thickly. "It scarred up my uterus badly. I didn't realize it at the time." Her head lowered a bit. "I was only sixteen when it happened." Her head lifted, as she went on with her story. "It hurt a lot to know even before I really grew up that I wasn't going to be a mum." Her own vanished in that second and she threw her own shirt back on.

He went over to her, pulling her into his arms, hugging her tightly. "Is there anything else you have to tell me that you haven't yet?"

She thought it over. "Your scars make you look rakish."

Laughing, he said, "That's not what I meant, doll face."

"Oh," she murmured. "Uh nothing that pops to mind. Why?"

He made her look him in the eyes, asking, "Why does your back spasm?"

"I told you that," she said frowning in thought. "I know I told you that."

"Yes, but you have never told me what you become nearly frantic if you don't find your medicine."

"Oh that." Swallowing thickly, she told him, "Between the nerve damage in my back and the brain damage from the torture…If the pain goes beyond a certain point, I have seizures—now I know I told you about the seizures."

"Why didn't you show me the scars before?"

"I-I don't tend to think I'm vain until I look at them," she admitted. "I got them when I was just coming into my own as a woman and then I found out that I was never going to be a mum…" She sighed sadly. "I just don't like to think about it overly."

He sighed and pulled her back into his arms. "Who do I have to kill?"

"No one," she confessed, as she rested her head on his chest. "They're dead."

"All of them?"

"Most of them." She looked up into his dark blue eyes. "And I'm not even sure that last one is alive or not now."

"Name?"

Resigning herself to what he wanted to know, she said, "Antonin Dolohov." She caught his shirt, pulling him back towards her when he was about to charge away. "He's in deep hiding. I know, as even I couldn't locate him, James." That had him relaxing. "That's if he's alive at all. The last time I saw him was on the battlefield at the school, when I was running across it in a mad dash to see if I could find Professor Snape. He was about to curse me when he was hit from behind by a spell neither of us saw."

He hugged her tightly, telling her, "Have I ever told you how proud of you I am?"

She blinked at him in shock.

"I guess I haven't," he said, looking saddened by this fact. "Smart, beautiful, and dangerous." Hermione blushed at his words, making him chuckle. "Sweetheart, you're the best."

"I think you're pretty incredible too."

They were in the middle of kissing, when Tony came charging in announcing, "I'm a genius!"

"You're a dead man if you interrupt my kisses again," Hermione snapped at him.

"Still on your honeymoon," he sighed. "It's sweet and all, but you two are kissing all the time."

"We're in our own flat this time, Stark," Bucky told him.

"Yeah, about that. I sent out an announcement about assembling, but Friday told me you shut down your speakers."

"You kept blaring AC/DC at five in the morning!" Hermione snapped. "Which would have been enough, but you did it for well over two months!

"It's not my fault you have no taste in music!"

"I hate all music blared at me after getting only an hour of sleep!" Having had enough of the man, Hermione vanished from the room.

Tony spun around, looking for her, but having no luck. "She's still here! I know it!"

Rolling his eyes, Bucky asked, "What did you want?"

"We have a problem over in California," he told him. "Apparently there's a guy out there that likes making the ground shake just a bit too much. And as it is, several beach towns are about to slide into the ocean. Care to join the fun in capturing him?"

"Sure." He felt a soft kiss on his cheek. "Let me get my pack and…" The large weaponry duffle landed at his feet. "Okay, I'm ready to go." He grabbed up the handles and was making for the door, but stopped when he noticed that Stark wasn't moving. "Hey!"

Tony's eyes snapped towards him. "I'm with you!" He started out the door only to have it hit him hard enough to knock him into the hallway.

Shaking his head, Bucky told him, "It never pays to tick off my wife, Stark."

"I'm Iron Man!"

"She's a witch who can blow out your circuits without much effort and do so while writing a book about a mathematician no one outside of the Ivory Tower of Academia has heard of."

"Well, when you put it that way…"

TBC…

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