𝑼𝒔, 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑩. 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔

7b

Marcella woke up to an empty motel room and the sound of the Beetle driving away. Well, it wasn't completely empty. She had a partially metal man on top of her.

She looked over to her bedside table and saw the note Steve had left her. Her cheeks flushed thinking about how the two Avengers woke up to see Bucky and Marcella in such a compromising position. Last night in the dark, it felt like it was just Bucky and her and no one else. She had almost forgot about them.

Bucky's hair was sprawled out on the pillow and Marcella blew at a piece that was tickling her nose. He needed a hair elastic or something to keep it back. Thinking about his hair made her curious as to why he hadn't cut it all off. She cut off her long hair when she fled to Canada. Had he cut it and let it grow out again?
It was none of her business, she decided.

Her business was to get off the bed without waking him up. She slowly maneuvered her body out from under him. He shifted a little and his hand held firmly on her waist. With baby-steps she finally broke free and headed to the washroom. The CIA had taken her bag with all her necessities, including her perfume. She found it in a thrift store one day in Toronto and it was almost identical to the one she used before she was taken by Hydra and she couldn't help but buy it. Now, it was gone again and all that was left was lingering smell in her hair.

Marcella cleaned the cut on her cheek. It was pretty much healed. The gentle kiss she received from Bucky that she never expected, left more of a mark now. When he did it, the floodgates bursted open and she allowed herself a moment of weakness. She kissed him.

When Marcella stepped out of the washroom she found Bucky awake. His chest breathing quickly and his head hanging low. There was light sweat on his chest which wasn't there when she left him. Looking at him, unsure of what was wrong, she turned to the window and pulled the blinds to take a quick peek outside. Nothing was there. She turned back to Bucky wondering what the issue was if no one was there, not even Steve.

Steve!

"You read the note right? You know he didn't leave you," she said quickly.

"Wha..." He looked up at her and she pointed to the side table at the note. Confusion was painted across his face as he looked from her to the note then back to her. "I uh..." He panted, "I didn't think that. I just woke up."

"Oh." A nightmare.

Nightmares were frequent for Marcella. Sometimes in her dreams she'd see the horrible things that had taken place during her life time in Hydra. She'd see the people she hurt, the Black Widows she trained to kill, and the experiments that were conducted on her. She felt trapped in her own body, cursed to let it happen all over again in her head.

Marcella walked over to the backpack Sharon had given them and pulled out a pair of women's black tactical cargo pants and an athletic top. She'd thank Sharon properly if she could. There was Cap's suit in the bag and the Falcons gear. What surprised her was a jacket for Bucky. She turned around to face Bucky. He needed help, even Sharon was trying to help him. Marcella wanted to give it to him, but she just didn't know how.

"Nightmare?" She asked, not expecting a response.

In the night, with his face blurry in the dark and the quietness around them, it was easy to talk to him. In the bright light of the day, it wasn't so easy. She never felt more vulnerable. Marcella walked toward the bed, where Bucky was putting on his shirt, and grabbed her holster off the ground. She placed her items on the side table then looked down at him. "Are you hungry?"