Chapter 2: Is it a Dream?
Soft moans, gentle caresses, even softer caresses. Lips pressing against the seam that his mechanical arm was melded to his body. A small yelp of pain, but then turns into moans of pleasure. "James," a voice whispered in his ear.
Bucky shot up from his bed, trying to catch his breath. "What the hell was that?" he muttered. He sat on the edge of his bed, pinching the bridge of his nose. This wasn't the first time this dream had snuck into his mind. He wish he knew what it was, but it did nothing but haunt him. Getting up, he grabbed his shirt and left the room to try to work his frustrations out.
On the other side of the compound. Wanda was led through the halls with two guards beside her. She was lead into a room where General Ross was standing. "Miss Maximoff, please, have a seat, would you like anything?" he asked.
"I'm fine," she answered as she sat down.
General Ross placed a file in front of her. "We are trying to find the Winter Soldier," he told her, "We believe you might have an idea of where he is."
"James," Wanda answered.
General Ross frowned. "Excuse me?" he asked. Wanda lifted her head, staring the man straight in the eye as she opened the file.
"His name isn't the Winter Soldier, his name is James Buchanan Barnes," she answered, staring straight into the man's eyes defiantly.
The two of them stared at each other long and hard. "And why would I know where he is?" she asked.
"It is simple, you both worked for Hydra," General Ross answered.
"I was tricked into joining Von Strucker, who had no desire to work for Hydra he wanted his own work to be done. James is also a victim of brainwashing and lies," she told him.
"As Captain Rogers has stated," he answered.
"It is the truth, you don't know what they did to us in those labs. Who are you to judge a man who for over 70 years was forced to believe we are all his enemies?" she asked.
General Ross started to pace around the room, trying to intimidate the young woman, but she kept her shoulders squared. "You would protect his whereabouts and face federal prison for aiding and abetting a fugitive?" he asked.
"Am I under suspicion as such?" she asked.
"We know about your past with the Winter Soldier, you were both in the same facility at one point," he answered.
"I saw him once," she stated, "That doesn't mean I know where he would go."
"You don't know him personally?" he asked, not quite believing her.
Wanda sat back in her seat. "No, I don't," she answered, crossing her arms.
"Get comfortable, Miss Maximoff, you won't be leaving anytime soon," he stated.
"It should be you who should get comfortable," Wanda answered firmly.
After a six hour interrogation, Wanda was finally able to leave. As she made her way back to her quarters she suddenly let out a gasp. She pressed her hand against a wall.
Wanda was facing a wall, pressed up against it. Lips were latched onto her neck as she him inside her moving in sync with her body and her moans. Her body had pleasure shoot through it like a firecracker that was so intense she had to grip the hand that was on her hip.
Wanda let out a gasp, her legs suddenly really weak. "Wanda?" Clint called out, catching his friend before she fell. Wanda wrapped her arms around his neck. "What happened?" he asked.
"I don't know," she replied, her face red with embarrassment and slight…arousal.
Clint lifted her up. "Come on, let's get you back to your room," he told her as he led her down the hall.
Reaching her quarters, Clint had her sitting on the bed. The affects from…whatever that was…faded. Clint walked over with water, handing it to her. "Thank you," she murmured, taking the cup from him.
"Want to talk about it?" he asked, sitting across from her.
Wanda took a sip of the water. "I don't even know how to describe it," she replied. She put the glass down. "This has been happening for several weeks, I get these…images. I feel someone…I hear them…but I don't know who they are," she told him.
"Could it just be a dream?" he asked.
"While I'm awake?" she asked.
Clint frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. "What's happening in these…images?" he asked. Wanda pushed her hair over her shoulder.
"Some are calm images, a simple touch of a hand. I hear myself laughing, I'm happy," she answered.
Clint sat next to her and she rested her head on his shoulder. "I can't remember where I was so happy with someone who wasn't Pietro," she answered.
"Maybe it was someone you had met before you joined Strucker?" he asked.
"I don't know," she replied.
Clint kissed the top of her head as she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. Clint hugged her back, rubbing her shoulders.
Bucky walked through the halls after General Ross had left for the night. He saw Wanda's door to her quarters open and Barton stepped out. "Thanks for everything," Wanda said smiling.
"You know how to get a hold of me if you need me," Clint answered.
Wanda nodded with a smile, hugging him around the waist. Clint hugged her back, kissing the top of her head. "I have to get back to Nat and the kids," he murmured.
"Tell them I say 'hi'?" she asked.
"They'll like that," he answered.
Wanda watched as he walked down the hall and crossed her arms over her chest with a sigh. She looked over in the opposite direction. "You don't think I can feel you when you enter the room?" she asked.
"I was trying to stay out of his sight," He answered, looking in the direction Clint had walked in.
"Clint has forgiven you for what had happened. If anyone understands more than anyone what you have been through it'd be him," Wanda told him.
Bucky leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "You two just friends?" he asked.
"He's one of my closest friends, the fact my brother sacrificed his life to save Clint's tells you what we think of him," Wanda answered.
He ran his hand over his face, letting out a deep breath. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm fine," he answered.
Wanda stood in front of him. "When will you let me in?" she asked. Bucky looked down at her. "I can't read you," she told him.
"You don't want to be inside this head," he answered.
Reaching up, she rested her soft hand against his stubble covered cheek. Slowly, his hand moved along her arm before resting over hers. His sea-green eyes slid closed as Wanda's thumb traced over his cheekbone. "Why do I feel like we have been in this before?" he asked. Wanda was silent.
"Two very wounded people, trying to find comfort," she answered.
Shaking his head slowly, he opened his eyes again. "No, it's something else," He told her. He went to touch her cheek, but when he lifted his mechanical hand he let his hand drop. Wanda immediately grabbed the hand, placing it on her cheek, leaning further into him.
"Let me heal you, we can help each other," she insisted softly.
Resting his forehead against the top of her head, he moved his hand over her back. "Oh Wanda," he whispered, "It's more complicated than that." Her arm moved tightly around his neck, closing her eyes tight. They stood in the silence of the hallway, just wrapped up in each other. Emotions that are left unsaid, questions that they are unsure that can be answered. Just holding onto each other, because maybe…just maybe they can achieve their desires.