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Almost

Buckys POV:

I walk into the studio, and Talia is still dancing, her ankles bleeding. I turned around and we were back in the red room. I was holding up her leg, higher and higher.

"Leg Up!" I pushed her so she would be strong. She leaned through the air and fell. She gets back up, and she looks at me, but her face isn't her own. It was covered in blood, different parts of her face plastered on by other people. I gasped and jumped back from her. She continued dancing, so I fixed up her form. I pulled her arm up higher, and threw her around so she would land. She jumped through the air and landed, but not before landing on her ankle with a sickening crack. She continued to dance, and her head moved, turning to face me. Now it was her when she was very young.

"Um, excuse me! Have you seen my Papa?" I shook my head, and her face changed back to how it usually is, but there was a noticeable scar just about her chest. She continued dancing.

"Winter Soldier. Well done. You have completed your mission." She said, her voice almost robotic. The scar disappears, and she morphs once again, into the shell of a person she is today. She was dancing, but there was blood coming from her ankles and chest. She was falling, and the floor gave in. I grabbed her hand, but she slipped, falling, falling, falling. 

I jump up, sweating. I have to find Talia.

"Dada? Are you okay? I felt your nightmare." Wanda was at my door.

"I'm fine baby. It was just a dream." I get up, and put her back to bed, and then I leave, trying to find Talia. I go to the studio and see her on the floor, in what looks like an uncomfortable position. I run over to her, and Clint was running in as well. I turn her over, and she looked awful. 

"Hey Tasha, it's Clint, can you wake up for me love?" Fury and Maria also came running in.

"Tasha!" Maria was next to her, and Talia woke up, reaching for her.

"You have to. Keep going. Through the pain." Maria pulled her into her arms, and she curled up.

"Ria, he's gonna come for me Ria, I'm gonna die!" She was super freaked.

"No Natty, you aren't gonna die. I promise you."

"Keep dancing or your soldier dies." I remember the familiar phrase from the red room.

"I'm not gonna die baby. I promise." She tried to get back up but Maria forced her down.

"No Tasha, baby, let's get you to bed. Nothings gonna happen to James. We promise." She was sobbing and Fury took her into his arms. She curled up close to his chest.

"Dada, please, don't please." He was rocking her, and I was stuck, frozen to the ground. I saw a reflection of me in the mirror, and I had a giant cut over my face. I walked towards it, and I punched the mirror with my metal hand. The glass went everywhere and I fell to the ground.

I sit up, gasping, and I make sure that I'm actually myself. I see Nat asleep next to me, and she was fine. 

Nats Dream POV:

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"Good job my little ballerina." James was next to me.

"Dance with me Soldat. Show me how it was done in the forties." He took my hand and we danced around the room.

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"Good job. Leg up!" He pulls my leg up high, and my hamstring was really tight.

"Okay. Roll it out and come back." Once I'm back he pushes my leg more than he ever has.

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"I'm proud of you little ballerina." I immediately know I'm glowing with happiness, and I go through the routine again, and push myself so it can be better.

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I wake up and James is holding my hand, sobbing.

"Jamie, baby, what happened baby?"

"Red room. Ballet, you, lost you again." I comfort him, and I'm shocked that the same thing that brings me so much happiness brings him so much pain.

"Oh, did that dream happen again." He nodded and grabbed ahold of me, stroking through my hair. I kiss the top of his head, and wrap my arms around his waist, my head on his lower stomach, comforted by his presence.

"Hey, would you sleep better if I sleep like this, so I'm always here?" He nodded and I stayed awake while he slept. Wanda came in, and she wrapped her arms around me and James.

"What's up baby?"

"Tony's nightmare again." I nodded and pulled her closer to me. James mumbled in his sleep, so I made sure he was still asleep.

"Do you wanna have some ice cream. But don't tel Daddy!" We sneak out of bed, and it's actually 6 in the morning, so I get out the ice cream, passing one to Wanda and taking one for myself. We end up falling asleep on the couch, ice cream dripping from our sticks.

Buckys POV:

I wake up and Talia is gone again. I pinch myself to check that it's not a dream. Nope, still real. I walk out, and thankfully Wanda and Natalia are on the couch sleeping. I take the sticks out of their hands and clean the ice cream off of both them, the couch and the floor. Talia wakes up and smiles. A real smile, for the first time in over a month.

"Hey Baby." 

"Hey baby." She responds quietly. She got up, stretching. She grabs her ballet shoes, and my hand. She writes a note for the kids, and takes me down the the studio.

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