Bucky came home to a mess. B.J was curled asleep in a corner. "Bj." he sighed coming over to the corner. It's been a week since the party and her attacks have been getting worse by the day. Slowly and carefully, he picked her up and cared her to bed. Something collided with his face and threw him off balance. B.J had punched his face and jumped out of his grasp. Bucky saw the fear in her eyes and realized the panic attack. "Hey, B.J, you're okay. Jessica, you're safe." he spoke softly. B.J took a small step back and made a fighting stance. "Jess, you're fine. I'm here, you're safe." B.J blinked and looked scared. Suddenly she started to fall on the floor. Bucky caught her and put her to bed. Something was defiantly wrong with her and nothing was working. Talking only made it worse it looked like. Bucky sat on the bed as she slept. He petted her head and helped her relax. Bucky left a little bit later and started picking up the placed. After cleaning up, he went to check on her. He saw that was writing in her journals again and didn't interrupt her. Last time it he did, had to take a pen out of the wall. "Sorry." he heard her say. Bucky sat on her bed. "Are you okay?" he asked. B.J sighed and put her pencil down while she closed her book. "I just had a bad dream. Then I had an attack while you were gone, but I thought I could handle it." B.J admitted. Bucky grunted and gave her a look. "Did you try the breathing exercises I taught you?" he asked. B.J nodded and went back to her writing. They sat in awkward silence until her phone rang. "Yeah? On my way." B.J hung up and shoved her dad out so she could change. After a few minutes, she went out in her uniform. "I'm taking your bike." she said taking his keys and walking out. "B.J, you're not taking her out on a job." he said taking the keys. B.J sighed and settled for the black unmarked SUV pulling up to the building. She went down and met up with Fury there. "What is it?" she asked. Fury handed her a file. "Get Deadpool to not kill the ambassador of France." Fury ordered. B.J was confused as to why Deadpool would want to kill some French guy, but an order was an order. By nightfall, B.J found Wade in the United Nations and Morse Coded him to stop. When they were alone, B.J finally asked why he was going to kill the French ambassador. "Because he is a total snob ball!" he answered. They were eating some Mexican on a roof top. B.J shook her head as she rolled her eyes. They ate and talked as the sky grew darker. "So, what happened to your arm? I heard you got hurt and went missing for a few months, but damn." Wade asked. B.J held her arm and looked self-conscious. Wade got in her face and looked at the white bandage. "Awe come on, Tiny." he whined childlike.
B.J trusted Wade with her life and he was one of her best friends. Slowly, she took off her bandage and showed Wade. Wade took off his mask, showing his true emotions with his scared face. "What the Hell happened?" he asked. B.J didn't answer and just wrapped it back up. Something in her eyes caught his attention. "Jess?" Wade called. It seemed like she was in another world. "Huh? I'm okay. My dad's helping me." she said before Wade gave her a hug and petted her hair. "Wade, let go." B.J protested. Wade held her tight because he figured she needs a hug. B.J ended up stopping and sighed after a little bit. "You aren't okay." he said. B.J didn't answer and tried to wiggle free of the sentiment. "I am." she said holding a confident posture after the hug. Wade raised what she thought was a face muscle where an eyebrow was supposed to be. He sat on a bucket he brought up to use as a chair and looked at her questionably. "If you are okay, then you don't have a problem telling me." he said. B.J looked away and at the ground before sitting down on her bucket chair. B.J thought back to the beginning, but some else came over and started a flashback. She tried taking deep breaths in and out and looked at the star studded sky above her. "Nope, shouldn't have done that." she told herself as the flashback started. Wade saw what was happening and got closer to her. "Hey, where are you?" he asked. Wade heard the boxes talking about doing something like this and he thought it wouldn't hurt. "In a dark room." she whimpered. Wade was shocked that it actually worked. "Okay, can you walk out the door and come back to where you and I are?" he asked. B.J opened her eyes and was scooped in another hug.
[That actually worked?]
(Told ya!)
Wade ignored the boxes as he watched B.J get home. He looked up at the sky and sighed as he thought about his own torture. About who and what made Wade Wilson become Deadpool. Then he started thinking about hot bikini girls with chimichangas on a white sand beach. After that fantasy was over, he left for his condo in uptown New York. It was going to be a long train ride back to New York from Virginia. Bucky saw B.J come back and she passed out on the couch. "Did you have another attack?" he asked sitting next to her. B.J was exhausted from jumping roof top to roof top to get home. "Yeah, but Wade helped. He actually talked y way out of a flashback. It was weird." she yawned. Bucky face palmed himself. His S.H.I.E.L.D agent therapist did that to him and it has been working ever since. "Did it help?" he asked. B.J was asleep by the time he asked that question. "Come on, kid. You need to get to bed." he sighed as he picked her up. B.J sighed and took her shoes off before crashing her head on a pillow. Man her legs were sore. They were stiff when she got up to get breakfast that morning. "I hate roof jumping. When can I get my own motorcycle?" she asked sitting on the couch. "How about whenever you get your license." Bucky said looking at his phone. Fury had another mission for him and B.J. "Think you can do a mission today?" he asked. B.J got up and went to get changed. Soon, the two were on a jet for the U.K to meet with the government for a job they asked S.H.I.E.L.D to help with. "Agent Barnes and Sergeant Barnes?" asked a man with an umbrella. B.J nodded and looked at the man in question. "Help me save my family." asked Mycroft Holmes.