Electric Heart

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"Three shots of expresso and a blueberry muffin, dosn't seem very filling."

Camille looked up at Bucky with a smile. They had been meeting for a few weeks. After she had quit the company officially the press was all over it.

So she had been resting in a small apartment in the bronx. The only place she went was therapy and a small cafe on the corner of her street.

Otherwise she was only visited by three people. Peter Steve and Bucky. She refused to see anyone else.

Not until they got better. Even now she feels her own stress still swallowing her alive. Even after she let go of them...she still felt selfish.

"Somtimes I miss my old habits." Camille says with a sigh before taking a bite of her muffin. The chair scraped against the floor.

Making her eyes follow the noise. James had sat down in front of her, but he didn't have the usual soft look on his face.

He seemed to look angry? Maybe that wasn't the word. Disappointed yes he looked disspointed."Can you be honest with me?"

"James, I've never lied to you why-" He cut her off "you haven't lied to me, but you haven't be honest with me. I can feel your emotions through the mark."

It was immidate. The relization."I never meant for it to seem like that...I just didn't want you to be so worried. I'm trying, im really trying."

He looked away from me."Moore called me this morning, told me you refused to talk to her."
Her hands played with the cloth of her pants.

She didn't want to tell him why she hadn't answered her. Or why she stormed out, but she knew she had too.

"Can we just enjoy this afternoon...please its not the place for that. We can talk about it tonight when we're alone alright?"

James nodded slowly. His posture a bit stiff as he scanned her. "Please?" She asked now her hand over the table and holding his.

This time he let out a long sigh."I just wish you would trust me enough to tell me these things. You know exactly what I talk about at therapy."

Camille knew she wasn't getting out of this, he was gonna prod out her real feelings no matter what, but even then she snapped at him.

"It's not the same. It will never be the same." She bit out before snatching her hand away from his and leaving her money on the table before leaving.

Bucky leaned back with a tired look on his face. He knew he was wrong. How he compared their past trauma.

He was just trying to talk to her, get her actual view on the situation they were in and for once he couldn't read her like an open book.

It was difficult to understand her, understand why she acted the way he did. Even if he tried to after a while he just didn't know how.

He felt like now he was just pulling at sticks. So he was gonna have to talk to someone who would know what to do.

The only someone he could talk to about this that wouldn't judge him.