Azalea's pov He leads me to his floor. There's a nice living room but it all is dark.
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"Welcome Mr Barnes who is this?" I jump looking around and Bucky puts his hand on my shoulder "it's okay, it's just Tony's artificial intelligence FRIDAY. FRIDAY welcome Azalea" "welcome Azalea" the voice echos. He asks "would you like to clean up?"
I nod and He leads me to the bathroom and he shows me how everything works and gives me a towel "you can use my soaps for now until we go shopping" he says with a gentle smile and I nod. He leaves me and I set the water and step inside. The blood and mud swirls down the drain. I wash up and wince at the closing wounds.
I get out the shower and realize I don't have clothes. I wrap the towel around me and step out the bathroom and he turns around and sees me. I can see the lust and wanting. My wolf purrs at his look. It's wrong. He doesn't really feel this way. It's because of the mating bond. I tel him "I don't have any clothes" he nods still staring and I straighten my back and drop the towel. He says "what are you doing?" "Giving you the look you desire" I reply. His eyes trace my body making the wolf within me howl.
His eyes reach a cut on my stomach. He stands "you're bleeding." His finger brushing against it. I shutter at the feeling of his touch. He looks in my eyes "why aren't you healing?" "Wolfsbane makes it slower" I reply. He asks "is there anything I can do?" I shake my head "it'll heal" he shakes his head "what can I do?" I stroke his face "I'm okay" he nods.
He hands me the towel "you don't owe me a look at your body sweetheart. I've done nothing to deserve it." I wrap it around me "oh" he continues "I want to deserve it if you'd let me" stroking my cheek. I nod "clothes?" He smiles "I'll lend you some for now" taking my hand and he hands me a blue long sleeve and some boxers. I put them on and send him a smile. He kisses my head "are you hungry? I can make us food if you want?" I nod with a smile "sure"
We head to the kitchen
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I take a seat and he asks "what do you like to eat?" I shrug "I don't know anymore. Anything I've eaten out there was raw" he nods "do you remember if you have any allergies?" I think for a second "I don't think I did" he nods "how does hotdogs and beans sound?" I nod "thank you" watching him cook. When it's done he hands me a plate and takes one himself. I ask "so you're 106?" He nods "yeah I am. 25?" I nod "yeah"
I ask "do you miss it? The 40s?" He shrugs "I don't remember much of it. It comes to me sometimes" I tilt my head in confusion eating. He asks "you don't know of who i was before I was brought here?" I rake my brain and shake my head. "Perhaps one day I'll tell you." He replies. He continues "I don't have all of my memories. But I'm gaining them back" I wonder why. I nod "id like to not remember" eating. He sighs "sometimes I regret my decision on it. But it's something I should know and remember" I nod and he says "let me show you to your room." I nod and we head to a room
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I tell him "thank you" and he nods and says "my room is right next to yours shout if you need anything sweetheart" I nod and he kisses my head and heads out. I for the first time since I was 16, sleep In a bed"
