Bee to my Barnes

part 12

AN: Previous story Jade and Beatrix were drugged in a club. Steve and Bucky (with his violent streak) save them.

Pulling into the garage of your home, glancing over at the beauty slouched beside you, the anger still racing through your body at what would have been had you not found her. Stepping out of the car you pace back and forth trying to cool your thoughts as the feelings build, and at this moment you promise yourself no one will hurt her ever again. Not on your watch – this is the reason after all you built your empire of a security business, no one you cared for will ever be hurt, not again. 

Raking your hands through your hair as you try to sooth your racing heart. Slowly taking a deep breath before the soft click of the car door echoes off the stone walls, opening the side wide to slide Beatrix from the passenger seat into your arms. You find yourself with a subtle curling of a smile as you catch one of her snores, ever so slight and sweet just like her. As you carry her through the doorway and up to your room you notice she curls around your body, like a cat speaking warmth.

Placing her down on the soft sheets, pulling a large white t shirt out of your draw, you respectfully, yet awkward attempt to modestly help her remove her torn and damaged clothing is sucsessful. Tucking the crisp white sheets over her you turn down the lights, scoop up the 'evidence' to catch this bastard and head out of the room to the kitchen to pour a rather large whisky.

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Your eyes slowly flutter open, a pain soaring through your head. Attempting to lick your lips as your mouth resembles a desert mid summer, there’s a tightness.

Rubbing your cheek it feels slightly swollen and bruised, ‘What the hell happened last night?’ you thought. As the haze eased you looked around the room confused, the crisp clean white walls are unfamiliar. Looking down to see the bed your in, the clothes you in are all alien to you.

Jumping from the bed letting out a groan at your aching body, ‘Oh shit.....’ you didn’t remember anything from last night, the last thing you can recall is being on the dancefloor with Jade. Are you at Steve’s maybe?

Searching round the room you can’t see your clothes, creeping out of the bedroom you tiptoe down the hallways that are decorated with fine modern art, tall windows offering a high overview of Manhattan. Sneaking past the doorways trying to navigate yourself through the penthouse suite maze you find your way to the main room. Your attempts at fleeing are futile as a large well build frame enters from across the open space. James Buchanan Barnes.

‘Good morning, Miss Miller’ his face stern, jaw clenching. Man, he looks pissed off.

‘erm...Good Morning..’ suddenly very aware of how little this top is offering in coverage you tug at the bottom of the shirt before realisation hits, this is HIS shirt.

‘oh, OH. did. Did we erm?’ shooting him a panicked look creasing your eyebrows, embarrassed you don’t remember.

Clearing his throat with a loud cough, ‘No. I slept on the sofa.’

Surprisingly slightly disappointed you look down at your feet. "I’m really sorry, I don’t remember erm...getting here." Then in a further whisper..." Where is here?"

"You apologise a lot." He declared with a frown taking a step over to the seats throwing himself down leaning his elbows on his spread knees as he cupped his coffee. Raising his palm he gestured for you to have a seat opposite.

"Yeah, sorry. Oh shit...sorry, no I mean...sorry." well this is going great Trix! Your cheeks flaring hot pink with embarrassment. Why don't you just do yourself a favour and throw yourself off the balcony while you're at it!

"Please. Sit." There was nothing you could do but obey his stern words as you took the seat opposite, however you did place a pillow on your knee to support what little dignity was left.

After what felt like a lifetime, James had explained the events of the evening. In shock you find yourself curling up on the chair tucking your knees into his top. Your skin feels dirty, tarnished as though it would never be clean again. Tears roll down your cheek, you wince as you wipe them from the sting of you jaw.

‘Here, it will help’ James passes you some painkillers and a small whisky.

Gulping them down, you gasp at the burn slowly makes it’s way down your chest. Trying to collect your thoughts, remember the events the nausea hits you like a ton of bricks. Jumping to your feet, you run into the kitchen throwing up in the sink.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know I was going to be sick..." You mutter own between heaves. This is humiliating, how will you ever look at those eyes ever again after all this. I wouldn't be surprised if he called a taxi and was ready to kick me out right now!

Just then, as another bout of nausea  hits, a cool hand scoops your hair from off your face slowly rubbing your back. "It's quite alright Miss Miller".