INURE-Avengers Soulmate AU

18

(This is a more chilled out chapter, but definitely worth reading.)    ;)

"How could I let this happen."

"Tony, you didn't know, and her background check was clear, it's not your fault."

"But I could've checked again, I could've stopped Aurora from being in the meeting, but I didn't."

"Exactly, you didn't, stop focusing on what could've happened, instead focus on what has happened and how we can deal with this, Okay?"

"Okay."

I hum and shift, forcing my eyes open.

Hmm, where am I?

I sit up and find myself tucked into my bed alone. Where were the voices coming from?

I look around and realise the door is partially open. They must be out in the hall.

But why am I in bed...I must have fallen asleep.

The memories come rushing back, my mama was here but she disappeared. Then Tony and Nat were there, one of them must have carried me to bed afterwards.

Still, I don't understand how my mum is alive. I saw the bodies, I swear I did.

I groan and pull the duvet over my head, in an attempt to block the outside world from reaching me.

A creaking noise, I assume to be from the door opening, reaches my ears.

"Aurora? You awake?" The softness in Bucky's voice seemed to reach deep into my chest and tug at my heart. I quietly hummed in response.

"Doll?" He spoke, seeming to sound closer.

Just as I was about to respond, the duvet is pulled from my head. My shelter from reality now missing. However, I couldn't find it in myself to care about the duvet, I couldn't find it in myself to feel anything that wasn't the heart wrenching misery.

How. How the hell could parents do this to their child?

Please, I pleaded with the universe or with anyone that was listening, tell me how people can be so damn awful.

I was once told: 'there are no bad people, just people that do bad things'. And for the first time, I believed that to be false, there are bad people, people that are just plain evil.

Unfortunately, there is no way around that fact, not even in this story...

My thoughts were put to an end when I registered a dip in right side of the bed. I look over to find Bucky sat with his steel blue eyes trained on my face, as if he were reading my very thoughts.

I twist my body to face him and hold my arms open in invitation.

A soft smile reaches his lips as he lowers himself next to me on the bed, and instead pulling me to lay on him, with my head resting against his warm chest. I release a gentle sigh of content at the comforting heat.

"Are you okay?" His words register in my mind, yet I can't find it in myself to respond.

I feel him shuffle slightly and I am met with his fingers stroking through my hair. "Doll, I'm going to need an answer."

I gulp at the strict tone of his deep voice.

"I...I'm okay." I offer the words, not sure whether I even believe them.

I mean, who am I kidding. Of course I'm not okay. One of my parents is suddenly alive, even though I watched her die.