Wresting from Danger

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"What is this?" he asks holding my gun. The gun I was forced to keep. The gun I never wanted in the first place.

"That? That is..." he cuts me off before I can finish coming up with something to say.

"Why do you have this?" I haven't seen his face go this emotionless since the night he had that nightmare.

"Oh well you know me," I wave my hand and try to laugh it off, "always trying to be safe!"

"No. I know you. You're always trying to avoid trouble."

I think I've stepped too far past the line of just a therapist. I'm so far past the line, the line looks like a dot to me.

"I know but you can never be too careful."

I can tell he wanted to punch something, or break something, but instead he takes a deep breath and sets the gun down forcefully and plops down in the desk chair. At least he's taking my advice.

He looks out the window for a second and then back at me with tears in his eyes, "Why... do you have this?"

I wanted to cry when I heard his voice crack. I took a couple steps closer to him but didn't say anything. I don't want to tell him that nobody in this building trusts him and I was forced to take it, but I don't want him to think I willingly have it lying around.

"You don't..." he looks away and I take a few more slow steps closer to him, "You don't trust me? You think I'm going to hurt you?"

I feel tears going down my face like a waterfall. I put my hand on his knee and get down on my knees so we are at eye level, "I trust you more than anyone here."

I'm not sure if that's true. It's not that I don't trust anyone it's that I don't like talking about me with anyone. I just happen to let things slip around Bucky.

He shakes his head and puts his hand on his face to wipe away his tears. "I didn't want it. Fury forced me to take it."

He looks back at me, "Why?"

Now what?

"He thought I was going to get hurt."

"By me."

"I know you would never hurt me Bucky. What Fury thinks doesn't matter. It's just you and me okay? I trust you. I feel safe and protected and valued around you. I never had that feeling before you came. I'm only here because I'm Tony's sister. Nobody really needs me here."

"I need you here."

"And I need you here." I say back.

He looks into my eyes, down at my lips, and back into my eyes. Before I know if he pulls me and our lips touch. Gently but passionately he kisses me, rubbing his hands through my hair and down my back, his body warm next to mine. I could stay here forever.

He forcefully pulls away and shoots up from the chair. All I can hear is him saying shit under his breath.

I stand there frozen. I cant believe that just happened. I cant believe I enjoyed it. I cant believe I want to do it again, a million times.

I walk over to him without saying anything and kiss him again, more passionately than before, more intense. He kisses me back and pulls away after a few seconds.

"What?" I say quietly catching my breath.

"This is okay?" Hearing his soft voice and warm breath on my neck gives me goosebumps.

I'm not sure what to say to that. Personally, yes. Professionally, I'm fired.

"Yes," I say smiling and nodding, "this is okay."

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