𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓
This story takes place after Captain America: The Winter Soldier.
Bucky isn't longer controlled by Hydra, but he's left with a big trauma he has to deal with. That's why Steve wants him to follo...
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Allison returned yesterday. I was surprised she dared to come back after what happened. A woman has never been this brave around me. She really turns me on.
I take a quick shower and put gray sweatpants on, leaving my upper body bare, before I walk out of my room.
I stop my movements once I arrive in the kitchen. I see Allison dancing to a song I've never heard before. I watched her for a few minutes until I got closer to her but it seemed like she didn't notice me.
"Smells good." I whisper close behind her as I rest my hands on both sides of her body against the kitchen counter, trapping her in.
"You need to stop sneaking in so quietly." Allison says while she spins around to face me. Our faces were way closer than I had expected.
"I thought you were a therapist?" I ask while looking deeply in her hazel eyes. She is so beautiful.
"I am." She replies confused and I almost laughed at how cute her face looked right now.
"Well you are way better at dancing than talking." I smirked.
I observe how her cheeks turned red and the way she bits her lip. I wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes from her body and take her right here on the counter.
"How long were you standing there and watching me?" She asks embarrassingly.
"Long enough." I answer playful.
Allison punched my arm away so she could free herself. She puts the last pancake on a plate and asks nicely, "Are you hungry?"
"Is that the only thing you can ask Mrs. therapist?" I ask playful again. I like messing around with her and it seems she likes this side of me too.
"You know it is-" she starts but I interrupt her, "important to eat." I finish her sentence, trying to imitate her voice.
"My voice doesn't sound like that.." Allison says annoyed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Making her boobs bigger in her low red V-line shirt.
"Hmm, it does." I say while taking some pancakes and walking back to my room. That was enough talking for today.
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I was surprised by the way the conversation lightened a fire in the spits of my belly, it was also the longest conversation I ever had with James before he walked away again.
It seems like Steve didn't lie when he said that James himself wanted me back here. It's like he is a completely different person from the first day I met him.
Which is good, it means he is trying to let me help him. It seems like he really wants to change or he only does this because he doesn't want to rot away in a cell which I can't blame him for.
James' attempt at invading my personal space and the playful 'conversation' was the only form of interaction between the two of us for the rest of the day. James stayed in his room and I decided to write again in my notebook.
Notebook:
The last display of anger was when I almost entered his bedroom --> he almost choked me.
He seemed to be okay about the fact I came back after the incident --> does he maybe actually want my help?
He pretended like the incident never happened, after that it has been nothing but sarcasm and playful jokes --> I believe he is unhappy with himself when he gets angry.
Progress --> we had a 'conversation' and I finally saw him eating.
Even though I hadn't had a chance to really talk about his feelings with him yet, I was glad we finally had a conversation this morning.
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At night I wake up covered in sweat. Since the incident I have been getting nightmares about James almost choking me. I hope they soon disappear.
I get out of my bed and go to the kitchen. I take a glass, fill it with water and drink from it. My stomach is rumbling and only now I realize I forgot to eat dinner. I opened the fridge to take some strawberries and when I closed it James was standing there.
"Fuck, you need to stop doing that!" I scream while catching my breath again. He always shows up out of nowhere.
"Bad conscience?" James asks while taking a glass.
I observe how James isn't shirtless for the first time, but instead he is wearing a black t-shirt with boxers. Then I realize I am only wearing a long t-shirt, making me pull down the hems of my shirt, hoping he wouldn't notice.
But of course James noticed as I saw a smirk on his face. Fucking hell.
"You look sweaty." James breaks the silence between us as he fills his glass with water.
"Oh yeah, I had a nightmare.." I explain while looking at the ground. I don't want to talk about it because I am not there to fix my nightmares but to help James.
"Oh that sucks. I know everything about it, believe me." James says as he lifts his eyebrows and drinks from his glass. And without him realizing it he is giving me some of his personal issues away.
"Do you have nightmares too?" I ask slowly, not knowing if he wants to talk about it or not.
"Hmm." Is the only sound that leaves his mouth. Yeah doesn't seem like we will get far with this.
"What are your nightmares about?" I still ask. I am too curious but still wished I didn't ask when I saw James' eyes turn into anger again like the day he choked me. Fuck.
"Don't ask about my nightmares ever again, understood?" He threatened heatedly. The sarcasm was dripping from his tone as anger took over.
"Noted." I quickly say while making a ponytail in my hair. The oversized t-shirt I wore shifted upwards slightly, exposing more skin of my upper thigh. I could feel the eyes of James all over my body and I quickly pulled my shirt down again.
"Good night James." I say to stop the tension between us.
James smirks and walks away. "Good night Ally."
Ally? Since when does he call me that?
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