Necessary Good, Unnecessary Evil | No rest For Wounded Souls [Bucky Barnes]

Muscle Memory

"I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."
-Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Nova's POV

Bucky looks at me, smacking his teeth and leaning in his seat. "I thought you could find anything on the internet." He scoffs, and I drop my head between my hands.
This is taking forever. I was really hoping to find something useful, but I've drawn a blank.
"Looks like I was wrong. Bite me." I mutter, closing a few tabs.
"Are you on your period?" Bucky asks, and I scoff.
"I can make you bleed too, Barnes." I threaten, staring at him.
He holds up his hands and stands up. "Alright, I think we need a break." He rubs his hands together.
"I don't need a break. I need answers." I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingers.
"Ok, fine." He sighs and steps closer, wrapping his arms around my waist and throwing me over his shoulder.
"What are you doing? Put me down?" I squirm as he walks out of the small office and heads to the couch.
"There, you're down." He chuckles, putting me down.

"For your information, I really don't enjoy being transported like a sack of dirty laundry," I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest.
"You're not a sack of dirty laundry, don't be silly. A sack wouldn't be so annoying." He says, grabbing my chin and looking down at me with a half-smile.
I slap his hand away, stretching forward to grab my phone off the coffee table. "Alright, why don't you tell me what this is about? I'll make you some tea and stir it with some benzodiazepines." Bucky croons, lifting a brow.
"It doesn't work on me," I mutter, unlocking my phone and searching for Tony's number.
"I think it's worth a shot if that means you will calm down for five minutes." He scoffs, walking away.
"Rude," I say loud enough for him to hear me from the kitchen.
"Alright, enlighten me." I hear him opening a few cabinets and dropping something on the floor.

"How much stuff do you need to make tea?" I taunt, going to see what's he's doing.
"You shouldn't piss off the people who prepare your food." He points at me, holding the kettle in his hand.
"Damn, now I'm scared." I fake a trembling voice.
"Good, that's good." He nods, putting on a cocky smile.
I shake my head, sighing. "Come on, tell me about the book," Bucky says, turning to face me.
"Strange taught me a few things. One was how to calm down and avoid getting overwhelmed by my powers.
It's like meditation, but it's more like... God, I should explain a shit ton of things to you first." I slap my forehead.
Nothing of what I'm about to say will make sense to him "Ok, bear with me.
I can go to this place that's kinda in my head, but it's not. It's more like everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
From there, I can go to different places, but I'm not advanced enough for that. Not yet, at least." I begin, trying to keep all the crazy stuff for later.

"And where did you go?" He narrows his brows together.
He already looks confused, and I haven't even started yet.
"Me? Nowhere. I never moved from the park." I say, unable to resist the urge to mess with him.
He straightens his back and lifts a brow, staring at me for a few seconds. "Are you messing with me?" He frowns, putting on his pissed expression.
"Yes, sorry." I snicker, quickly composing myself.
I clear my throat and go on with my explanation. "I was in my void, and when I tried to get back, I couldn't. I ended up in this weird place, and I heard the same ringing sound like when that thing attacked me at the Tower." I clap my hands together, still not believing what happened.
"Wait, it was there too?" He wonders, and I nod my head frantically.
"I mean, I didn't see it, but I think so." I hum, realizing there are a lot of missing pieces.

"And then I saw this old man. He looked like the head of a cult." I go on, and Bucky smirks.
"You joined a cult?" He says in a mocking tone.
"Oh, come on." I groan, pushing his shoulder.
"He gave me this book. He was ranting about a prophecy, a warning, and a key." I rattle, gesticulating wildly.
"Did he say about what?" He inquires, trying to follow my story.
"No. The man just sent me back here." I shrug.
Bucky rubs his chin, looking at the stove for a while.
His face gets serious, and his eyes dart to me.
"You are not using drugs again, are you?" He frowns.
"Bucky, I'm being serious." I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest.
"I just don't get it. I mean, a prophecy? You go places with your mind?" He hesitates, not knowing how to react.