Datura - Bucky Barnes

Kakorrhaphiophobia

Kakorrhaphiophobia ~ the fear of failure

Middle of the night

A/N: Okay anything in this next part that's in italics is Thea's dream. Once the italics are over, it's back to her real life.

My eyes open and I'm in a dark room. It was still my bedroom, but it was darker. I look to my left but Bucky wasn't there.

I walk through the tower. Huh. No one.

"Tony?" I walk into his lab and notice a dark lump on the ground. I turn on the lights and see...

Oh my god.

"Tony!" I run towards his bloody l, limp body and shake him.

He slightly opens his eyes and croaks, "It was your fault."

His eyes roll back in his head.

I hear noise behind me and I turn, seeing Bucky, Steve, Nat and the rest of the team, all bloody, clothes torn and dying.

"You did this."

"This is your fault."

"How could you do this to us?"

They start fading away. I want to run to them but I was stuck in place.

The compound faded away and I was back in the chair at HYDRA. Rumlow was standing in front of me, grinning sickly. He pulls a lever, "I promise it will hurt."

Pain shoots through me and I scream. I thrash and kick but I was chained down to my chair.

It was horrible. I closed my eyes, hoping I would die.

Anything would be better than this.

The level of torture was increased and I screamed louder.

Back to normal

"Thea!" Steve shakes me awake.

Bucky was beside me, looking worried, "I know you said not to tell him but you weren't waking up."

"Not tell me? Has this happened before?" Steve looks at me but my breathing was still quick. My thoughts go back to the dream and I envision Stevie's dead body.

I start to sob and he wraps his arms around me, "Hey. You're okay. Okay? I'm here, you're here, Bucky's here. We're all okay and I won't let HYDRA hurt you again. Okay?"

Steve looks at Bucky and they have an unspoken understanding, resulting in Bucky getting out of the bed and Steve sitting upright there instead. He puts my sobbing head on his lap and kissed the top of my head, "I'm with you always. Okay?"

I hug him tightly, trying to make the image of him disappear from my head.

I hated crying and showing I was weak, but this was Stevie here. The one person I could show my emotions to.

I close my eyes and try to get some sleep.

Flashback, 1936, Thea is 16, Steve is 18, their mother just died

I wake up, crying. I had a dream of Mom again, where she was puking out blood while staring straight at me.

I walk to Stevie's room, tired, where he was asleep. I slightly nudge him, "Stevie? I had a bad dream about Mom again."

He stirs slightly, "Hm? Oh."

He adjusts himself on the small bed, making space for me. I lay down next to him and rest my head against his chest, "I miss her Stevie. She promised she would always be with us, but now she's gone."