Katarina's P.O.V.
I anticipated the movement, but for some ridiculous reason I still let it happened.
It started slowly, his eyes glazed over and after a few times of calling his name and no answer in return, I figured he was in the middle of an episode. He didn't move a muscle so I took advantage and got a good look at him.
There was no denying how beautiful his big blue eyes where, and the long lashes that would make any vain woman despise him for his luck. They were full and thick, made his irises pop more. He was impressively big and bulky, although his suit hid his body well, the muscles were clearly defined. He had a small scar running down the left side of his forehead and cut into his eyebrow.
Well he certainly didn't look like a 29 year old, he looked older, like your average deadly super soldier would I suspect.
I was a little caught up in the mathematics of his age, when I saw his left eye twitch, that quickly got my attention. After that it was a series of tell signs, jaw flexing, hands curling into fists on the side, heavy breathing, and all I could do was stare at him.
I let his metal hand grasp my neck, let him squeeze my airway, I could hear my blood pumping in my ear. It wasn't an everyday event that someone tries to choke you, but when it happens I usually counter attack. But in this case I let his cool hand squeeze tighter.
I began to let my power manipulate the pain and the panic that was coursing inside me and began to delude it. Afterwards I began to feel for his nervous system, and decided to call his attention another way, given that talking was out of the question.
Soon enough I found the nerves I was looking for, the ones controlling his metal arm and began to tweak his nerves, made it seem like his metal arm was cramping and I increased the pain 100 time fold to make sure he got the message clearly.
That's when my lungs really began to protest, I could delude the pain but not magically give my lungs the air they needed, lucky for me, that's when Bucky decided to let go. The foggy look over his eyes that made them darker started to lift and the blue sparkle was back. His memory episode was over, and now came the hardest part, the copping.
He took an uneasy step back and looked at me, then at his metal hand, and then back at me. The look in his eyes left him vulnerable and the guilt poured out of him, his nerves were suffocating me with his regret and i decided that my invasion was enough. I slowly began to call back my power, so as to not scare him.
After making sure none of my powers essence was left in his body, I cleared my throat and prepared myself for the horrible crock it would make.
"It's alright Bucky. Your safe. This is a safe place."
Working as a psychologist with PTSD patient as your specialty, you tend to get the hang of helping them ease back from an episode. Reality is a bitch and being triggered was possibly the worst thing a person could go through. Reliving their nightmares, not sure who's a threat or where your standing. In the end your patience would give them security and your courage would give them courage, you juat had to help make the transition smoother.
"You are ok Bucky, no harm done." I gave him a soft smile and he only responded with a frown and more staring. This time at my throat.
"I'm. . I-I. ..I'm so sor..rry. I.. I.." His chin was quivering and it broke my heart to see it. I wasn't called into the avenger just because of my super power, I was called in to help Bucky with his memories. It seemed I needed to start ahead of schedule, so I took a step forward and slowly lifted my hand toward his covered metal arm.
"It's alright Bucky, no one's blaming you. It's alright. Do you want to talk about what you saw?" His eyes snapped up to my face and he gave me a quizzical look.
"I understand what it feels like, going through a memory. It's difficult. It doesn't always get easier but I have found that if you talk to someone... well it makes it a bit better. The burden isn't always as heavy when you share it Bucky."
I saw him inhale and I felt proud at being able to pronounce my sentences without letting my spanish tounge get in the way. He parted his lips and exhaled, he was about to respond when I heard the balcony doorknob turn slightly. I looked over my should and sure enough I saw Milo. Damn him, he must have felt something was wrong, twin tuition he would say.
"Sergeant Barnes, it's good to meet you in person, I've heard a few things about you that are.. what is the word you would use? Impresionante at least that is the word in spanish. I just came by to check on Nina that's all. Ceremony is about to start." My brothers cut tone was anything but friendly, or impressed as he said. No, my brother was quite angry, and I'm sure the red handprint on my throat didn't make the greatest first impression. I would need to talk to him after the ceremony.
"Thank you Milo, we'll be on our way." With a slight nod and an intense glare my way he turned and walked out. I watch him approach the table and waited for him to begin talking to someone before I turned and took in Buckys pale face.
"Well let's get going to our table before they send someone else in for us." Bucky gave a flinch as I moved, but said nothing as he followed me out toward the table. I would definitely need to talk to him before the night is over. I sat next to my brother who saved a seat specifically for me and after a round of applause for the first spokesman, my brother leaned forward.
"Qué te hizo ese hombre. Se que te tuvo del cuello, mi pregunta, hermanita, es porque no te defendiates?"
My brothers angry tone was soft enough for anyone who wanted to eavesdrop, but I felt the weight of the reprimand none the less. Even though he was worried, he could be quite the ass.
"No fue su culpa Milo. Lo agarre en el medio de una memoria y al parecer fue un poco agresivo. No hice daño. Todo esta bien, entonces no lo hagas sentir peor de lo que ya se siente. Porfavor hermano."
All I got as a response was to go take a look at my neck, so I quietly excused myself and headed towards the ladies room.
I quickly locked myself in and went to the floor length mirror that took up the entire wall behind the door. I couldn't blame my brother for being more then a little upset, a large handprint wrapped itself around my neck, the fingertips already beginning to bruise. The yellow and purple swirls stood out of my tan skin, this was much more noticable then what I expected.
But, the more I stared at my throat, the more curious I got as to what triggered the agressive move. The memory of his cold metal hand was bursting through my mind, he was really strong. My eyes traveled up to my face in time to see a blush creep onto my cheeks, at the sight of myself I only blushed harder. I needed to cool down, I went to the sink to wet my hands and patted my cheeks down. The coolness felt so good and once I knew the blush had disappeared I took a final look over myself , readjusted some of my lose curls to cover some of my neck and opened the door to step out. Only to be pulled aside by a tall blond man.
"Katarina, it is wonderful to see you again." His eyes were a bright blue and his hair was to his shoulders but pinned half way up. He looked nothing like the God I knew.
"Thor!"
"Your ok Bucky, no harm done." I gave him a soft smile and he only returned with a frown and more staring. This time at my throat.
"I'm. . I-I. ..I'm so sor..rry. I.. l.." His chin was quivering and it broke my heart to see it. I wasn't called into the avenger just because of my super power, I was called in to help Bucky with his memories. It seemed I needed to start ahead of schedule, so I took a step forward and slowly lifted my hand toward his covered metal arm.
"It's alright Bucky, no one's blaming you. It's alright. Do you want to talk about what you saw?" His eyes snapped up to my face and he gave me a quizzical look.
"I understand what it feels like, going through a memory, it's difficult. It doesn't always get easier but I have found that if you talk to someone, well it makes it a bit better. The burden isn't always as heavy when you share it Bucky."
I saw him inhale and I felt proud at being able to pronounce my sentences without letting my spanish tounge get in the way. He parted his lips and exhaled, he was about to respond when I heard the balcony doorknob turn slightly. I looked over my should and sure enough I saw Milo. Damn him, he must have felt something was wrong, twin tuition he would say.
"Sergeant Barnes, it's good to meet you in person, I've heard a few things about you that are.. what is the word you would use? Impresionante at least that is the word in spanish. I just came by to check on Nina that's all. Ceremony is about to start." My brothers cut tone was anything but friendly, or impressed as he said. No, my brother was quite angry, and I'm sure the red handprint on my throat didn't make the greatest first impression. I would need to talk to him after the ceremony.
"Thank you Milo, we'll be on our way." With a slight nod and an intense glare my way he turned and walked out. I watch him approach the table and waited for him to begin talking to someone before I turned and took in Buckys pale face.
"Well let's get going to our table before they send seine else in for us." Bucky gave a flinch as I moved, but said nothing as he followed me out toward the table. I would definitely need to talk to him before the night is over. I sat next to my brother who saved a seat specifically for me and after a round of applause for the first spokesman, my brother leaned forward.
"Qué te hizo ese hombre. Se que te tuvo del cuello, mi pregunta, hermanita, es porque no te defendiates?"
My brothers angry tone was soft enough for anyone who wanted to eavesdrop, but I felt the reprimand none the less. Even though he was worried, he could be quite the ass.
"No fue su culpa Milo. Lo agarre en el medio de una memoria y al parecer fue un poco agresivo. No hice daño. Todo esta bien, entonces no lo hagas sentir peor de lo que ya se siente. Porfavor hermano."
All I got as a response was to go take a look at my neck, so I quietly excused myself and headed towards the ladies room.
I quickly locked myself in and went to the floor length mirror that took up the entire wall behind the door. I couldn't blame brother for being more then a little upset, a large handprint wrapped itself around my neck, the fingertips already beginning to bruise. The yellow and purple swirls stood out of my tan skin, this was much more noticable then what I expected.
But, the more I stared at my throat, the more curious I got as to what triggered such an agressive move. The memory of his cold metal hand was bursting through my mind, he was really strong. My eyes traveled up to my face in time to see a blush creep onto my cheeks, at the sight of myself I only blushed harder. I needed to cool down, I went to the sink to wet my hands and patted my cheeks down. The coolness felt so good and once I knew the blush had disappeared I took a final look over myself , readjusted some of my lose curls to cover some of my neck and opened the door to step out. Only to be pulled aside by a tall blond man that wrapped extremly muscular arms around me.
"Miss Katarina, it is wonderful to see you again." His eyes were a bright blue and his hair was to his shoulders but pinned half way up. He looked nothing like the God I met years ago.
"Thor!"
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Translation
1. "Qué te hizo ese hombre. Se que te tuvo del cuello, mi pregunta, hermanita, es porque no te defendiates?"
What did that man do. I know he had you at the throat, my question, little sister, us why you didn't defend yourself.
fue su culpa Milo. Lo agarre en el medio de una memoria y al parecer fue un poco agresivo. No hice daño. Todo esta bien, entonces no lo hagas sentir peor de lo que ya se siente. Porfavor hermano."
It wasn't his fault Milo. I caught him in the middle of a memory and apparently it was a bit agressive. He did no harm. Everything is fine so please don't make him feel worse for it. Please brother.