You've Got Me... Always || Bucky Barnes

Chapter 10

Pain. That's all I feel right now. Pain to my face, the back of my head, everywhere actually. And the disgust I feel. I still feel his hands on me. I have not left my rooms since we got back a few days ago. I don't even remember making it back.

Lying in my bed, I keep my eyes closed and focus on my breathing. I visualize the rise and fall of my chest with each breath. I feel the beating of my heart. The throbbing of every bruise and laceration the kiss my body. My concentration was cut short by a knock on my door, however.

"Riley, can I come in?" Steve calls. I roll over enough to turn my head and look at the door.

"Yeah. Come on in." I watch as the door slowly opens. Steve just stands there looking at me. "If you just wanted to stand there with those sad doe eyes, save the pity, and go away." I turn back over. I hear the door close. I close my eyes, tears beginning to fall. I feel the bed dip down. I wait for further movement but none come to fruition. I chuckle, knowing exactly what he is doing. I slowly sit up, wiping the tears away. "I don't want to talk, Steve." I say using his words against him.

"That's fine. I just didn't want you to be alone." He remains seated in the same spot. I just start laughing. He turns his head to look at me. "What's so funny?"

"Is this the first time you've been in the same bed as a woman?"

"Really?" I start laughing more.

"I'm sorry. Steve, I'm sorry. It's just weird to image you in bed with a woman knowing how old fashioned you are."

"I am not old fashioned and I am not in bed with you."

"It's not the 1940s anymore so technically it is old fashioned. And you are on the bed, I am on the bed. Same bed--"

"Riley." He chuckles.

"Hey, I made Captain America chuckle at a semi-crud joke." He just looks at me from the corner of his eye. "Secret is safe with me." He just nods before looking forward again. "Look at me." Steve looks down instead. "Hey, I'm okay. Just bruises that will heal." Steve shakes as he stands from the bed and begins pacing. "Talk."

"How are you so calm?!" My eyes widen at his outburst. "The way Rumlow touched you-."

"Stop." I move from my bed as carefully and quickly as I can. I open the bedroom door and look around. Seeing the coast was clear, I shut the door again. "I don't want anyone to know."

"Riley—."

"I said no, Steve!" I let out a deep breath. "Please, Steve. Honestly, I am fine. I got some hits in, you and Nat saved me. No harm, no foul." I turn to look at him, disappointment covers his face. "How's your friend?"

"He still doesn't remember much but I can tell he is feeling guilt."

"I heard Tony and Bruce discussing how hard he had hit you."

"Over and over."

"What happened?"

"I said I was with him until the end of the line. Something he has said to me before."

"Triggered a feeling."

"Maybe."

"Where is he now?"

"In one of the cells down below. I keep going to check on him and let him know that it isn't a jail cell or anything." I can tell Steve is hurting. "I have to meet up with Bruce and Tony. We will talk later."

"Topic of discussion?" He just stares at me. "Steve—."

"Later." He walks out. I sit on the edge of my bed. Images of Rumlow's hands on my flood my thoughts. As hard as I try, I can't stop thinking about it. The more I think about it, the more I start to feel them. I dash out of my room, destination unknown.