A/N Another update! Let me know what you think.
"Are you sure you want to get up? There's plenty of time Katya, you don't have to rush" shooting a solid look at the concerned face of Wanda, I watched as she pursed her lips "I'm just worried. I don't want you hurting yourself. Doctor Cho said you should still be resting"
Standing up from the hospital bed, I heaved a sigh. I both loved and hated Wanda's need to constantly worry after me "Nothing's going to happen" I replied "I feel perfectly fine and the doctor took the stiches out two days ago. There's no point in me lounging around in a bed any longer. I'm starting to get restless"
Although Wanda's the most concerned out of everyone, both Steve and Cho had told me to rest for another week. Apparently I shouldn't be doing anything too strenuous. Taking a few steps forward, I turned to look at Wanda as if to say I can do this. People need to understand I'm not as fragile I look, which is hard to prove when I'm in the body of a teenager.
"Alright" spoke the Sokovian with a defeated sigh "But I'm coming with you" she added with a point of her finger and a squinted look.
Nodding my head, we both moved out of the solitary room of confinement. Heading down a few of the long hallways, I'd yet to wander into anyone familiar. All of the people here at Stark Tower seem to be either doctors, scientists or military personal. Turning left down another corridor, Wanda followed close beside me.
"Now that you're up and about, what do you plan on doing with your knew found freedom?" she asked.
"I'm willing to do anything at this point" I sighed whilst peering into the several rooms and labs; most of which aren't very fascinating. Where has everyone gone I wonder? There has to be someone here that I know other than Wanda, surely. Even the Soldier has yet to come see me. I'm beginning to worry.
"We could go to the home theatre" suggested Wanda "Tony said we could use it whenever we want. It's quite large. Comfortable chairs" not answering, I continued my search around the area when Wanda rested a hand on my shoulder to stop me "Who are you looking for?"
"Anyone" I said as I wanted to sound casual; even though my only true desire is for one man in particular "Where's the rest of the group?"
"They're in a meeting" she answered "They still haven't figured out who was trying to kill you"
"And you're not with them?"
"I wanted to, but Stark doesn't think I'm ready to be going back out on the field" Wanda replied "He doesn't agree with my gifts, and I don't think he ever will. I thought at the very least if I can't help out there then I can keep you company"
I nodded my head in understanding. Giving Wanda a faint smile, I asked "What movie do you recommend?"
"Nikolai Vairone" spoke Everett Ross as he dropped a yellow folder onto the mahogany table "He used to work for S.H.I.E.L.D, but turned out be another rat in the system. As soon as he was discovered he disappeared back to Hydra. Vairone's been doing their dirty work ever since you ran off" he pointed to Bucky.
Picking up the folder, Steve skimmed through the details as Natasha spoke up "We went on a mission together in ninety-three. He knows what he's doing" uttered the red head before sitting back in her seat.
Closing the file, Steve laid it back onto the table "What do you plan on doing with him?" asked the Captain while focusing his attention onto Ross; the man stood at the head of the table with his hands in his pockets.
"We're going to kill him" replied Bucky with no hesitation or doubt. This man almost killed Alena as well as his unborn child. There isn't an alternate reality in the whole universe where this man lives.
"Buck" interjected Steve "You know I'll help you catch him, but killing isn't the answer. We'll deal with him the right way"
Bucky scoffed "The right way?" he questioned "What's that Steve? Lock him away? Give him a stern talking too? Is that it?" he added "If you think I'm going to sit here and let you play good guy, then you don't know me at all. Give me twenty-four hours and I'll find him"
I sat staring at the ending credits with a look of confusion "Is that it?" I asked Wanda "Rose specifically said she wouldn't let him go, but she lets him go anyway" I can't believe I've wasted an hour and a half of my life watching this movie, Titanic.
"But it's beautiful" replied Wanda "Despite the ending, it's about romance and love"
"It's everything a woman wants?" I finished in a robotic tone. The brunette has said it a dozen times already.
During the entire movie I'd inconspicuously glanced in Wanda's direction so that I could see her reaction; which was nothing more than complete absorption of the film even though she's seen it countless of times. I remembered back to the beginning when Wanda had told me this was light. It made me dread having to watch the next one called, the Notebook.
Wanda took a breath in before turning to face me in her chair "I know that isn't what you were trained for, but haven't you ever wanted to feel a love like that?" she asked with a gesture to the fading screen.
I looked down at my lap as my brows knitted together. Of course I do. Maybe not at the beginning when I was devoted to the ways I'd been raised, but afterwards – yes. Deep down I do have the want to feel a certain love. Although the Soldier and I have a complicated relationship, I wouldn't count it as being love.
"Maybe one day in the future" I replied with honesty.
A moment passed before Wanda looked down at her watch "The others should be out of the meeting by now" nodding my head, we got up from the leather seats before making our way down the hall.
Walking around the building, it didn't take us long to reach the growing sound of familiar voice as they came closer. Spotting Steve and the Soldier walking side by side, the two men paused when they saw us approaching. The Soldier gave me a firm look before turning to his blonde friend "I'll talk to you later Steve" he said before walking back in the direction he'd just come from. It's obvious that the Soldiers avoiding me, but I don't understand why.
Storming off after him, I followed in suit with his large stride as we both turned into an empty corridor "Why are you avoiding me?" I called out to the Soldier as he continued to walk three paces in front of me, never once slowing down.
"I'll talk to you later. I'm tired" he replied without stopping. I don't understand at all. He's spent weeks looking over my shoulder when we lived together. He always wanted to know where and who I was with. Now he won't even look at me. Did I do something?
Following a few more strides down the hallway, I finally had enough "James, stop!" the man immediately ceased his movement and I could see the muscles under his shirt tense. I'd never called the Soldier by his real name "Why didn't you come to see me?" I asked "Have you been ignoring me this whole time?"
Still facing away from me, the Soldier had yet to turn around. Looking at him from behind, I noticed the length of his hair has grown back. Not quite as long as it was before, but it's getting there "I was going to see you" he replied before slowly turning around "I just, feel guilty for what's happened. I should have been more careful"
I sighed "What happened isn't your fault. You should know that. No one's blaming you"
Stepping toward him, I stood only a few inches away. Reaching up, I touched his forearm. I haven't seen the Soldier for day, a time that now feels like forever. Feeling the cold metal of his hand resting on my waist, he pulled me close to envelope me in a hug. Sighing at the warmth of the Soldiers body and his strong arms, I relaxed under his gentle touch.
Reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck, the Soldiers own moved down to lift me up by the underneath of my calves. Tightening my legs around his waist, I looked down into those steel grey eyes before planting my lips onto his. Pulling me closer, I didn't care in this moment if anyone saw us. They don't know anything. They don't know what we've been through.
Carrying me, my back pressed up against a nearby door and the air around us grew thicker and hotter. Moving his right hand down to fumble with the door handle, we continued to kiss with heated passion before the solid wall behind me gave way. Stepping inside of the empty room, he kicked the door shut with his boot before setting me down on the cool wooden surface of a desk.
Moving my hands from around his neck, I immediately went to work on his pants where a firm bulge already pressed through. Unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper, I gasped as the Soldier yanked down my white pants and underwear. Shivering from the coldness of the air, he spread my legs before stepping to fill the hollow space with a caress of my thighs.
Guiding himself in with a snap of his hips, I clutched the fabric of the Soldiers shirt as he built a quick and hard pace. Panting beside my ear, I could hear items clatter to the ground as the desk shook with every thrust he made. Closing my eyes, my body clenched from the feeling of him inside of me; warm and tight. Moaning out, my orgasm was fast approaching with the perfect angle – when suddenly my stomach lurched.
Snapping my eyes wide open, I ignored it for a moment as I thought it might go away. Gripping the edge of the desk as I moaned again, the Soldiers fingers dug into my thighs as he pounded me against the desk. Suddenly my stomach twisted again and I felt as if I were about to be violently sick. Pushing the Soldier away, I slipped off the desk to crumple onto the floor.
"Shit" I heard him mumble.
Reaching for the nearby trashcan, I made it just in time as a wave of sickness rushed through me to empty into the bin I now desperately clutched. I heard the zipper of the Soldiers jeans before he knelt beside me and rubbed my back. Brushing up my hair so that it isn't in the way, he held it back as I continued to empty the contents of my stomach. What's happening to me?
I never get sick.