His Savior

Building and Bonding

When the week was over, Rogers asked me to meet with him in the library and I kew it was to talk about James. With no real change from the last few days I had a bad feeling he was going to change his mind and send me packing.

I walked Humphrey to the elevator and just as the doors were closing something stopped it. A shiny metal hand gripped the doors causing it to open. James moves opposite me and stands in the corner.

" Where are you heading?" I ask politely which he ignores me.
Humphrey lets out a growl in warning but licks my hand.
"Thanks, Boy." I say and pull out a Hershey Kiss from my zip lock bag. It's funny because when I'm in the office I can tell when my sugar drops. I guess the new lifestyle and stress is distracting me. I look at the time and realize that my alarm didn't go off to check my sugar which was over an hour ago and I didn't eat breakfast.

The elevator dings and both James and I walk towards Steve's floor.
I see him in a meeting with Natasha, though I hang back and wait...James, however, storms pass me and heads inside.

I watch as Steve looks behind James in search for something. He scans through the windows till his eyes lock on me. He motions me to come in. I set Humphrey down by the door, give him a comforting pat and ask him to stay.

" Good morning" I say.

Steve motions to one of the chair available and asks me to have a seat. The only chair left is the one by James and I feel like I'm at the principles office about to get suspended.

"So what's the deal with having this agent babysit me, Steve?"
Steve places his hands on the table and shakes his head. "She's not there to babysit. She's there to help you."

"But I don't need help. I'm fine."
" Until she tells me otherwise, She's not going anywhere. Agent Y/L/N... do you think he's fine?"

I turn around and James is giving me a look that if I say otherwise I might as well sign my death bill.
"Well?" Steve asks again waiting for my answer.

"He's acknowledged my presence, but still needs some guidance. It's going to take some time for Mr. Barnes to gain my trust. Remember, He's been through a lot...and being acquaintances is a good start."

I can feel James's roll his eyes without even turning around.
Steve looks back between myself and James and I can tell he's contemplating whether or not I can help James. I had to think of something.

"in fact, James agreed to come with me to my Grandmothers house in Staten Island."
"What?!" James voice bounces off the glass walls which sends a jolt through my body.

"That's great!" Steve says and moves towards the door. "I look forward to hearing all about it Buck." We both watch Steve leave the office and within seconds I'm pushed into the wall.

"Did you find that funny?" James has his forearm at the base of my neck, preventing me from moving around him.
" I'm not laughing, am I?" I stare at him.
" You gonna trust me in your house with your old grandmother and not think I might have an episode and kill her?"
I shake my head. "No, James...I don't."
"I'm not going with you." His voice is so low and threatening that I see my dog perk his ears, something he does when he thinks I might be in danger.

"You have to...or Steve will give up hope for you."

" He already has." He gives me a final shove into the wall causing Humphrey to move from his position at the door and in a stance ready to attach James. James stands still, looking back at me to tell the dog to stand down.

"Come with me on this one trip...and after I'll leave you alone. I'll quit."
He walks over to me and just as I wait for a snarky remark he did something I wasn't expecting...He offered me his right hand.
I take it and nod.
"This one trip and you will leave me alone?" He confirms.
"Yes."
"Well, to make it official." He pulls my arm bringing me close to his body and seals my mouth with his causing me to moan.
This wasn't a soft, gentle kiss. His beard rubbed coursed at my chin and his tongue felt rough and hot. I liked it, really liked it...but I can't let him know that. I bite his lip causing him to hiss back and touch the bottom of his lip where a small bit of blood begins to drip.