White | B. BARNES

Chapter 13

📍Bucharest, Romania | June 2014

"No!" James jolted up from sleep, heaving and covered in sweat.

"Here," the white-haired lady handed him a glass of water.

He took it and drank it, calming down his breath as he tried to recollect his dreams.

He looked around, seeing that it's already morning with the lady sitting at the end of the bed watching him.

This became a daily occurrence for the past 6 months they've been here.

She waits for him to fall asleep, then wakes up before him, handing him water after a nightmare.

Their day only consisted of staying inside unless they need to go out to buy some supplies.

"You want to talk about it?" She asked him softly.

He ran his fingers through his brown locks and shook his head, "It's okay. I just don't want to forget any of those. They seem to be more of memories than a dream."

She nodded, thinking of something to make him feel better.

"Why don't we go out today to breathe fresh air? We need to go to the market to stock up more food, anyways," she suggested.

"Yeah, that will be good," He said, pursing his lips.

"Okay," she whispered. "There's coffee and sandwich on the table."

"Have you eaten?" He asked her which he suspects that she did already like these last few months.

"Yeah," she replied. "I'll just change while you eat."

"Okay," he said, watching her enter the bathroom.

He rubbed his temples before lifting the sheets off of him and wearing his shirt on the floor.

He stood up, picking the sandwich on the plate and biting on it. He drank the coffee on the mug.

"Желание. Ржавый. Семнадцать. Рассвет. Печь. Девять," he heard those words again from his sleep.

"Stop," he groaned, holding his head between both of his hands.

"Добросердечный. Возвращение на родину. Один. Грузовой вагон."

"No. Stop," he continued to groan, hearing the remembrance of those words loud and clear.

While changing her clothes, she heard James' non-stop groans. She unlocked the door and rushed to him.

She kneeled in front of him, moving his hands away from his head.

He looked into her eyes, and it was filled with concern, rather than it being blank like usual.

"Can I?" She lifted her hands above his cheek.

Although he was uncertain of what she'll do to him, he leaned his face unto her hand.

In her mind, she's attempting to take the pain by giving one of her illusions like what she did with Natasha.

She concentrated hard, trying to channel it to him.

Bucky felt the nerves from his brain leave him and relaxed.

"Come on work," she mumbled.

James held the same wrist that's attached to her hand that was on his face, "What did you do?"

"What did I do?"

"Yeah. The pounding just faded away," he explained to her, baffled.

"Weird," she said, looking at her hand.