Part 9 pt2- your bedroom

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WARNING- self harm

You had just got into bed after the after party and you just couldn't clear your head
-30 minutes later- still awake
-1 hour later- still not asleep
-another 30minutes-
you couldn't handle it anymore, you got out of bed and searched your pencil case for something, then you found it. Your pencil sharpener. You know what you were thinking and was really contemplating doing it, you hadn't had a relapse since Beth and Ben had first joined the orphanage so it had been years. You didn't care, you grabbed your mini screwdriver from your glasses kit and took the blade out, you went into your bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror, your tear stained face stared back at you. You didn't care anymore, you just needed an escape place, you held the blade up to your arm and pressed down, you watched as the Scarlet droplets appeared on your arm you continued to make 3 more small deep -not deep enough to need stitches but they were deep- cuts
All of a sudden you heard a knock at the door
"One sec!" You called out, you wrapped up the blade and grabbed a hoodie that covered your arms and opened the door
It was your dads.
"Hey, are you two ok?" You asked
"Doll, you shouldn't be asking that question, we should" dad stated and papa nodded in agreement
"Umm well I mean it shocked me at first but now it makes sense"
Papa touched your arm out of reassurance and you winced in pain
"кукла покажи мне свои руки, сейчас" dad was talking Russian so you knew he was being serious
(Doll show me your arms, now)
"Why should I?" You really didn't want them to be angry or worried about you so you really didn't want them to see your arms
"твое имя"
(Y/n)
"Come on sweetheart, we just want to check" papa said kindly
"Make me" you knew you were in stacks of trouble now especially because both of your dads were super soldiers and one of them had a metal arm, so, compared to them, you were extremely weak.
Dad grabbed your waist and chucked you over his shoulder and pinned you down onto the bed "прости, куколка" he said (i'm sorry doll)
Steve came over and took your hoodie off which made you wince again, that exposed your fresh cuts
"Oh doll, we should of come sooner" he picked you up again and took you to your bathroom and set you down on the counter "we're sorry you felt so bad you ended up doing this" papa stated
"Hey both of you, look at me" they met your gaze "it's is neither of your faults you only adopted me 14 hours ago, it's been a busy day, and I'm feeling a homesick, I had a relapse" they gave you a sad look
"Tomorrow Bruce will be becoming 'Dr Banner' and be running some tests as to get more answers as to who your parents were and what they used to give you your powers" papa explained
"Ok" a wave of tiredness overwhelmed your body and you fell into dad's arms
"Oh doll, let's get your cuts cleaned then get you into bed" Bucky and Steve cleaned your arms gently but thoroughly to make sure they didn't get infected, bandaged you up and put you into bed they both got in with you and all three of you fell asleep together
About 3 hours later you were all asleep until you woke up screaming and in a thin layer of sweat
(You had, had the same nightmare you had at the orphanage a few months ago)
"Doll, you're safe, you're not alone, daddy's here" he wrapped you in a hug
"Sorry, I had a nightmare"
"Don't apologise sweetheart dad gets them to, do want to talk about it" Steve reassured you
"Not really, maybe in the morning though"
"Ok doll" they pulled you into a group hug and you stayed like that for a second "we'll be here the whole time"
Soon after, you all fell back asleep, luckily, you didn't have another nightmare and was woken by Steve stroking your hair and Bucky snoring lightly
"Morning papa"
"Morning sweetheart, you have a big day a head of you" you sat up in bed and he did the same
"Yea, I know, can you explain what's happening again?" You explained, you did remember but you just wanted to Hear someone say it again
"Sure, so Bruce, and Tony just want to run some tests on you and on your powers to get some answers" he explained
"Oh ok, what time does they want me, and what are we going to do about what happened last night" at this point both dad and papa were awake
"The tests that Bruce want to do will include a few blood draws, so they will see the cuts, but if it was me I would just tell them the truth, say 'what I figured out last night was a lot and I was feeling a little homesick, which ended up with me having a relapse" you snuggled up to them both "doll, while we're on the topic of what happened last night, do you mind if I redress the cuts, to stop them getting infected?" He asked gently to make sure you didn't get upset,
"Yea sure, but can I have a hug first?"
"Of course, sweetheart" they both got out of bed and dad picked you up and you wrapped your legs around dad's waist and papa hugged you from the back
"Thanks I really needed that" Steve pulled out of the hug and Bucky put you on his hip and took you into the bathroom and put you on the counter
"Any time, doll" Steve came in with the first aid kit and helped you take your pyjama shirt off
"This may sting a little" dad took one arm while papa did the other you winced in pain as they cleaned them and dressed them, you had your eyes shut most of the time because looking at them just made you feel bad "all done," papa got you off the counter
"Sometimes I forget you guys are super soldiers" this made you all laugh
"We'll leave you to get ready" they both left your room, and you put a shirt, hoodie and leggings on
This is what you put on:

Dad grabbed your waist and chucked you over his shoulder and pinned you down onto the bed "прости, куколка" he said (i'm sorry doll) Steve came over and took your hoodie off which made you wince again, that exposed your fresh cuts "Oh doll, we sho...

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You normally wouldn't wear a shirt underneath but today you had to because of the tests

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