December, 2007
"Nat, i'm fine! Let go of me!" i say, pulling away from my sister.
"No you are not!" she says. "You are clearly drunk, come on, let's get back to Tony."
"No, Tony is such a jerk.'' I responded. I manage to pull away from her, but I accidentally spill my drink on my dress.
I stare at Natasha in disbelief.
"I can't believe you!" i say walking over to the bar, ordering another round of drinks.
"How is this my fault?" she says.
"Nat it just is, ok!" I lost my balance.
"BOMB! EVERYBODY DOWN!' somebody yells from across the room.
I'm not there for the rest of the night, courtesy of Tony carrying me out.
I look up as he carries me out of the building.
All I see is a group with Nats body.
"Natasha?" I managed to squeak out before passing out for a 2nd time.
Last night, 11:30
"I can't remember anything, Steve had to tell me all of that
I pause. "I am so sorry."
"It's fine, there's nothing you can do about it."
"Oh my god." Wanda says, hand covering her mouth.
I'm slowly pulled back down to reality.
"Wanda, did you read my mind?"
"I'm sorry, I had to."
"Wanda, you didn't have to. It was choice that you made, a very stupid choice. You can't do that Wanda!"
"I had no idea." she says "about Natasha..."
"Yes you did, you knew she disappeared after the bomb!"
"No, that you blame yourself."
I pause, then tilt my head the slightest bit. "No, I don't. What are you talking about."
"I just."
"You don't have an answer do you." i say getting up from where i'm sitting on the bed and leaving the room
"Violet-" she says from the room, but i'm already in the hallway.
Why did Wanda read my mind? I'm not that upset, not to brag or anything but i've gotten pretty good at hiding my emotions after Nat went away.
Walking faster than usual down the hallway, I turn my head back to look at my room for a split second. No. I'm not going back in there.
As I turn my head back, I'm face to face with Bucky.
"Hey." he says with a smirk.
Nope, absolutely not.
"Hey." i say back, emotionless.
He pulls his head back. "Are you ok?"
I laugh a bit too sarcastically. "James, i'm fine."
"James? Is that what you're calling me now?"
"That's your name, isn't it?"
He looks into my anger filled eyes. "If anything ever bothers you, you can talk to me about it."
"I've known you for less than 2 days, why would i tell you anything." i say, pushing myself past him.
I get that he wants to help me, but why would I trust a stranger?
