•{Condemned}•
/kənˈdɛmd/
/Adjective/
Sentenced to a particular punishment.
She has a home. She has a family. But what happens when a ghost from her past returns? Will she throw it all away for him? Can she find it in her to forgive him?
In which B...
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[18] •Awake•
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NATASHA NUDGES a sleeping Sam awake as Shuri enters the small room. She instinctively looks to Steve and Bucky.
"She's awake."
"When can we see her?" Natasha jumps in.
"Well, now, but I think only one person should go in first, we need to avoid overwhelming or confusing her," she explains gently.
Steve glances at Bucky's this form and places a hand on his shoulder. "You go."
The ex Winter Soldier's eyebrows raise slightly, offering him a nod of gratitude, he stands up. His heart pounding in his chest, he falls into step alongside Shuri.
Silently, they make their way down the corridor, Bucky struggling to keep his breathing even. The princess stops outside a sleek, navy door, her gaze flitting to the floor before she finds his troubled eyes. "I'm not sure how she will respond, so just don't be frustrated with her," she mentions softly.
Frustrated? He can't be frustrated with her, she just needs to see she's OK.
She pushes open the door, Bucky allowing her a few steps ahead of him. "You have a visitor."
Tentatively, he makes his way into the room, his blue eyes falling upon the teen in the bed.
She's propped up slightly on two pillows, her body frail in her gown. Her face is gaunt, her eyes bloodshot. He studies to bruising on her forehead from the headpiece. She raises her chin slightly to meet his eyes.
The man with long brown hair stares at her like he's seen a ghost. Her eyes flit to Shuri who offers her a reassuring smile. After a long pause, the man composes himself somewhat, shifting slightly in his stance.
"Hi El," he greets quietly, timidly.
She blinks unsurely and he searches for a flicker of... something. Recognition, acknowledgment. Anything.
"Hi," she replies monotonously.
Again, the pair fall into a ominous silence. Unable to mask his desperation any longer, Bucky risks a step forward. "I was worried about you," he says, emotion clear in his voice. "I didn't know if you were going to be OK."
Her brows crease very slightly. "Why?"
He falters. Seeing his confusion, she broadens her question. "Why were you worried?"
"What?" He questions, barely audible.
Elena produces a shadow of a half-smile, "I think you might have the wrong room."
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