Bucky stayed still watching Anya for a long few minutes. He wasn't exactly sure how to approach her. She seemed lost deep within the confines of her own mind and he was afraid to shock her. He hesitantly stepped inside the room and shut the door lightly behind him. He knew that any noise now, at this point, could set her off. When nothing happened, not even a flicker of her eyes in his direction, he began to approach. He'd never had to do this for her. He knew that she'd done this for him. He couldn't recall the exact time or way, but he knew she'd had to back him down off the edge. Pierce had left her with him enough that she'd had to learn to fair on her own when he snapped. He'd never backed someone else down from the edge and honestly there was a slight sense of urgency and uncertainty building in his stomach. He felt sick. Is this what he looked like? Were his eyes this sunken in? Was his skin as pale as hers? Was it covered in a sheen of cold sweat from her nerves? He stopped short giving her some space before bending down to meet her eyes. He waved his metal hand slowly in front of her face. Her eyes did not track his movements. Letting a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, Bucky pursed his lips. She was deep inside her own head, deep shadow gone, and he wasn't sure what was appropriate to get her back.

"Anya…" he said softly. His voice came out in a low gravely pitch. He watched as her shoulders shivered and her fingers gripped her arms pulling her leg sin even tighter. She still didn't look at him.

"I remember the marks." He continued before sitting beside her crossing his legs. He took her hand from her arm and struggled to get her to take it down turning her hand palm up. He ran his fingers through the center spreading them open in a fanning motion, metal to skin, before just taking the hand to hold as he spoke.

"I remember that you wanted to start making the marks so we could at least remember how many days we were training together. Two marks for the two of us. If we came in and only one of us was there we left one mark. If we had an odd number than that meant that they'd made us train with someone else or I was away on a mission." He squeezed her hand gently.

"I asked you to go away." Her eyes slid shut as another shiver wracked her body. Her voice was small and timid. She was unsure of herself.

"Well, you didn't look that great…you looked like you needed some help." Her hand was still limp in his.

"We used to do this." She replied. "Sit like this when we were on missions…or when we'd just gotten dumped in a waiting room coming home from them. You'd sit with me until they'd come get one of us."

"Did we?" he asked when she threaded her fingers through his and gripped his hand.

"You don't know what I did…to you…do you?" she asked shakily.

"I did enough to you. I think it's probably even." He took a small breath. "If we're keeping score you know." He tried for a small joke.

"I can't stop it." She suddenly jerked her hand away from him. He paused waiting to see what else she would do.

"Stop what?"

"Don't make me." She bit her lip scooting away from him. She opened her eyes and shot to her feet when he made to move to touch her arm.

"Anya." He kept his voice even and calm.

"Stop it!" her voice was unsteady. She balled her hands into fists as he got to his feet.

"Anya. Stand down." He got to his full height.

"Shut up!" she snapped. That's when he saw it; the shift in her eyes. The glassy threatening look that signaled she was losing the human side of herself. He knew that she was losing whatever was grounding her.

"Anya, I'm here. I'm not leaving." He told her. Reassurance; isn't that what Steve kept telling him every morning. He wasn't going to leave him. Bucky wasn't going to leave Anya.

"Get away from me!" she reiterated resoundingly.

"Stand down Anya." He said again. He knew she had to follow the order. It was the only fall back he had at this point as her real conscious-self began to slip further and further away. A cold stare hardened her features, setting her lips in a thin line, as her eyes darted over him.

In those few seconds she was gone. Her previous mental state had returned and she was stuck inside the images of her past and they were replaying inside her mind. They were replaying all around her. In hind sight he wasn't sure it was a good thing that he was in the room with her now.

She looked at him again. This time it wasn't with wide scared eyes. She wasn't scared of where she was or who she was. She'd assumed the role again. Bucky was looking at his Asset Protection Soldat. He was seeing her slip back into her soldier mode. He felt the urge for a weapon of some kind. He felt he'd need it soon.

"Get on your knees." She bit out coldly. She stretched her neck to the right letting it crack as she took a step forward. When he didn't comply she stopped.

"Don't do this." He warned her.

"I didn't ask." She took another step forward. "I said, get down."

"Get on your knees soldier." Pierce told Bucky. He looked to Anya. "Now, punish him."

The memory flitted behind Anya's eyes. She blinked it away confused momentarily before realizing that Bucky would not obey.

"You don't want to do this." He told her.

"Dig your fingers into his shoulder. Make it hurt. If you want, break the skin." Pierce chuckled. "Make him scream."

Anya started forward again and this time she didn't stop. She came at him sprinting before throwing a leveling punch at his jaw. He caught it, mechanical arm whirring, and she twisted. Her leg shot out catching the back of his legs. She hooked her foot, flexed, and brought the backs of his knees down. He hit the floor as she jammed her elbow up into his chin. He gripped her arm yanking it away moving to shove her back. He didn't actually want to hurt her. She grunted from his grip and pushed the weight back at him. She yanked her arm back and sent her other leg flying around slamming it into his face. His head whipped back as she landed again beside him. She let out a heavy breath fisting a grip on his hair. He swore. He could feel every cuticle in his scalp as she pulled his head back standing over him.

"Make him scream." He laughed.

"Anya!" Bucky ground out gripping her leg. "Stop." He could break it. He could break her so easily…he didn't want to.

"Shut up." She lashed her hand down, two fingers pointed, and at the hem of his sleeve she snaked the fingers up and against his skin. Before he could even react she found the place where his metal arm met his skin and she dug. She dug those fingers in so hard he saw pure red. His vision blurred and she didn't stop. A sound bubbled up from his throat as she twisted the fingers, something warm opening up over his shirt.

"STOP!" he shouted pleading with her. She turned her hand and dug her thumb in, twisting it the opposite direction, pulling his head back more to stare down into his eyes. He let an angry scream through his teeth glaring up at her.

"Very nice." Pierce nodded to her. "Now, take the gun and empty it into his leg. Don't kill him." He chided her gently handing her the gun.

Bucky watched as she reached for something in thin air with her hand that had been fisted in his hair. Blood dripped down his chest leaving a spreading mark over his shirt. Now was the only time to disengage the memory. Break her from it with reality…

"Hey!" he shouted pain still flaring in his shoulder. "Anya!" his voice was loud against the sterile walls of her observation room. She jerked when her hand closed around what she was seeing inside her mind, but the weight didn't register to her senses.

"I…" he grabbed her arm as she blinked wildly trying to shake her head. She stumbled back from him.

"Hey!" he snapped again grabbing her shoulders. He fought the pain down gritting his teeth. "Come back!" he said urgently.

Sirens sounded. The noise startled her. Natasha came into the room wide eyed.

"I'm sorry…I heard you scream…I…" She had horrible timing! Bucky felt Anya shake. Her eyes started to refocus as the blaring sirens and lights began to flash. The place would be on shut down soon.

"What…" her eyes fell on his shoulder. She sucked in a hard breath and heaved herself from his grip. She shook her head putting space between them.

"It's ok…" he started.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" she shouted her voice rough and panicked. He stayed very still now.

"You didn't mean too." He told her.

"Bucky." Natasha said. Anya noticed Natasha finally.

"Get out of here now." He rushed out putting himself between her and Anya.