Datura - Bucky Barnes

Hypothalamus

Hypothalamus ~ A small part in the brain that controls metabolic functions of body, hunger, thirst, and motivation/emotion

"Hey Stevie? Can we talk?" I open the door to his room and walk in.

"Ah shit!"

"Oh my god!" I scream and turn around, squeezing my eyes shut.

Nat and Stevie were in bed.

Together.

Naked.

Doing stuff.

Sex stuff.

"Okay you can...um...look now," I hear Steve say. They were still panting from their...activities.

I turn around and see both of them fully dressed, their faces sweaty. Nat gives me an awkward smile, "Heyyyy."

I chuckle at the situation, "Not something I wanted to see but something I predicted so yay."

"God you are so immature," Steve rolls his eyes.

"I remembered something," I tell him, "Dad stole something from HYDRA before he died. A weapon. Back in 2005 Rumlow and I broke into S.H.I.E.L.D to get some video tape of his. They didn't let me watch it but I think it has where Dad hid the weapon."

Stevie sits down, "Dad? Oh wow. Mom rarely talked about him except for that one song. The one she said was their favorite to dance to."

I nod sadly, thinking of Mom, "K-K-K-Katy."

"She never told us what he was like. She would always dodge the question," Steve looked at me, "He died in the war, but we never knew how."

"Do you want me to go inform Stark?" Nat asks. I nod and she leaves. Steve walks up to me and envelops me in a hug.

"Do you ever miss her?" I ask him.

He sighs, "All the time, but when I found out you're alive that helped a lot. I got you and Bucky back. That's enough for me, Thee."

I smile, "God you are so cheesy."

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Flashback, Thea is 16, Steve is 18, Summer of 1936

"Mama. What was Papa like?" I ask her. She brushed my hair.

"There was a song he used to love. He played it when we danced," she smiled.

"Anything else Mama?" I ask her.

She stops brushing my hair and coughs again, blood dripping down her face, "I have to sleep. Leave me Thea."

Mama has been sick for a month or two now. It's been getting worse and worse. She looked as thin as a stick and her breathing didn't sound right.

"No mama. Don't sleep. You won't wake up," I beg her.

She smiles slightly and strokes my hair, "No I won't wake up. But you'll be okay."

I sniffle as tears fall down my face. Mama looks at Stevie, who was clearly trying to hold back his own tears, "You take care of your sister Steven. Understood?"

Stevie nods.

"I love you both. I'm going to go be with your papa now," she closes her eyes, and soon after, her breathing stops.

Sobs rack my body as I lay there my head on her unmoving chest. Stevie walks over to me, holding my shoulders, "Come on Thea. We have to go to the bank. I don't want to but we she would want us to get her stuff."