Fire starter (Ana X Bucky)

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TW - violence, assault, suicidal thoughts

(Ana POV)

I woke up. The sun from a crack of the curtain cut through my face. I sigh knowing what today brings. I look over at my closet door, seeing the black dress Natasha got me, hanging on it. I take my time getting up. I stare at myself in the mirror. My eyes were already puffy. I'll need ice or cold water to ease them down. I fill my sink with cold water and dip my face in. I dry my face, and get ready. I start having issues zipping up the dress.. I wanted to cry. My mom would've helped me..mom.

I walk out my room and knock a random door. Not noticing whose it was. I just wanted some help. James swings the door open. My eyes blink a couple of times to check if I was seeing right. He was dripping wet. Drops of water sliding down his chest and abs, sliding down the V of his waist to his towel. I look up quickly not wanting to embarrass either of us. 

"Can you help me...um...I can't reach." He nods without saying a word. I turn around moving my hair to the side. I felt calm for a moment, being near him. Steve told me last night they were coming. I was happy to have James today. I felt his metal hand holding down my dress against my back. His other hand slowly zipped me up, one finger grazing my skin as he did it. My breath hitched at his touch. When he was done, his hand softly ran up my neck. Stroking his knuckles across my shoulder before touching my hair. A door opens and he backs away from me, I turn slowly to face Steve who had come out of his room.

"Hey, what are you doing out here?" He asked looking between me and James

"I needed help..zipping..knocked on the first door I got to" I gave him a soft smile trying to put away the sensations that James just gave me. If our conversation last night meant anything, it would show he would be pretty pissed off at how James just touched me.

"Oh..Want something for breakfast? I can get it ready while you finish getting dressed." He offered putting his hands in his trouser pockets moving his black blazer back showing off his hard rock abs through his black button down..God I need to get laid and James didn't fucking help...

"I'm not really hungry Steve." I look down, I don't want to disappoint him.

"It's okay Ana. I'll just make sure you eat a bit later." I nod turning on my heel walking to my room. When I get in I take a big ass breath. Fuck my luck...

"Oh mom, you would love this. I have a thing for two, hundred year old men...I don't know what to do..I really like James but Steve..he's the kind of guy you always wanted me to be with. He's strong, caring, sweet and funny. I miss you mom." I sigh, for a second I expected her to reply to me, but all I heard was silence. I go to sit on the vanity Tony added to my room a couple days ago. I do my makeup the way my mom liked it. Red lips, black wing, and natural looking blush. I pull my curly hair up into a ponytail with a braid wrapping it in place. I put on some black heels. Prada..Natasha has no chill when it comes to clothes.

I grab a black clutch putting my makeup in it, some tissue for crying. A letter I wrote to my mom last night with Steve's help. I head out closing the door behind me and taking the elevator down. I didn't hear anyone on my floor so I think they all went down already. I reach the living room. When I walk out everyone gets quiet. 

"Well..don't stop on my account." Natasha and Wanda are the first to give me hugs. "Where is Tony?" I just want to head out to be honest. Steve walks up to me with a cup of coffee.

"Thanks" I whisper taking a sip. He was trying to make sure I was okay. He ran his hands up and down my back, soothing me a bit. I hadn't noticed I was at the verge of crying until then. It felt nice being cared for like this. I gave him a smile as a 'thank you'. It was all I could do. My moms words ringing in my head.