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The next morning, Jules sat quietly as she watched a nurse draw Steve's blood and collect it into a myriad of coloured test tubes.
Steve had insisted she didn't have to be there if she wasn't comfortable with the needles and blood, but Jules had stubbornly said she wanted to go. However, as she sat in the extra chair in the exam room, she couldn't help but squirm uncomfortably as she watched the nurse focus on her work and switch in new tubes after the old one was filled.
"Just a pinch," Zola used to say. He'd then plunge yet another sharp, cold piece of metal into her skin with little regard. He's taunt her, saying her cries weren't necessary and that it never hurt as badly as she'd made it seem. She remembered his sick and twisted smile that only grew with her squirming and crying.
Growing up, Jules never used to be afraid of needles. In fact, as a child she was arguably the bravest out of all of her siblings despite being the second youngest of the four. Whether it be a simple trip to the doctor or climbing the deteriorating and untrustworthy fire escape to the roof that even Bucky, the eldest, had reservations about. Now, however, it seemed even the slightest glance of a needle piercing the skin had her uneasy in her own skin, mindlessly toying with a loose string on her sleeve to avoid having to face any traumatic memories that the image dragged up.
Damn you, Zola.
Steve sat in another chair opposite her with his sleeve rolled up past his elbow. He seemed unfazed, simply looking around the room casually as the nurse moved around him. Jules could tell he was less than pleased with her decision to move forward with Stark's risky plan to help her, however, he's said he'd do whatever it took to get Jules to a stable state.
He was worried with the possibility of loosing her once more, but Jules refused to live any longer the way she was. Without a lid on her control issues, everyone was in danger. Plus, if Jules was able to control herself, it meant she had a chance for a normal life after the war. She could return home, see her family once more and live the life she wanted to live— With Steve.
At the thought, Jules felt a shiver crawl up her spine, hugging her arms close.
They still had yet to speak of what occurred in the training room the day prior. Jules had nearly convinced herself she was overthinking the whole thing, that Steve wasn't about to say the three words she'd been dying to hear since her freshman year of high school. Surely he was going to tell her he was proud of her for the improvement in her training or her correct usage of the defence he'd taught her. It was the only option.
