Author's Note:
Spotify song list for this chapter:
1. Duffy- I'm scared
2. Duffy- Warwick Avenue
3. Peter Bjorn- Young Folks
4. Lily Allen- Smile
5. Illuminine- Dear, Dolores
Warnings:
FLUFF
(mentioning it here, because I'm not a big fan of fluff. I crave drama. ;p)
Ivy's POV
I woke up feeling hot and squashed. There was a foreign pressure put on my chest. I opened one eye and saw James sleeping on me. His face was snuggled in the crook of my neck, his chest almost on mine, his arm wrapped around my waist, his leg thrown over mine. I tried to take a deeper breath, but it was almost impossible. I tried to make a space between us, but before I was even able to move an inch, James' arm and leg pulled me closer to his body, and he murmured deeply in his sleep. I sighed quietly, smiling a bit. 'What a puppy' I thought. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly and turning to the side, which allowed me to finally be free from all this muscle weight. He snuggled his face between my breasts and hugged me so tightly that I thought he's gonna crush my ribs any second.
"James..." I panted quietly in pain. "I can't breathe..."
One intrusive thought came through my mind. What if this was the same situation when we were in the summer house? My body instantly tensed up in case something could go sideways. But his grip loosened up immediately and he looked up at me with his sleepy eyes.
"Sorry, doll..." I didn't know his voice could go so deep. Something trembled inside me.
"Slept well?" I asked him, running my fingers through his hair. He hummed quietly, closing his eyes.
"Yes, very well. I think it was the first time in a long time I slept through the whole night..."
"Really? How so?" I was genuinely curious about it. Also, I was hoping that maybe, just maybe, he'll finally open up to me. I knew he might feel uncomfortable about it, but I thought it might... It might bring us closer together. He shifted a bit, clearing his throat.
"Nightmares" He whispered.
"Ok." I caressed his cheek lightly. "Do you want to talk about it? We don't have to, if you're not feeling ready. It's just a suggestion. We can just lay in silence".
He slowly nodded and went silent. Just when I assumed he wasn't going to say anything more to it, he spoke up.
"After... After the whole situation with the Helicarriers and then with Tony finding out about his parents, I had a really hard time coping. I didn't know what to do with my life now, since I was free, so to speak." He started. "Back then I already had nightmares. Nightmares about all the bad things I did, being the Winter Soldier. Steve helped me very much. In Wakanda. He left me there, where they were able to get rid of all the shit Hydra put in my head to activate the Winter Soldier. But it didn't help with the nightmares. They're still here."
He tapped his temple and smiled sourly.
"When I felt better, I worked things out with Tony, he allowed me to be in the team. Although he hesitated for some time, I think I've proved that I'm reliable and trustworthy now. " He continued. "But I'm still dealing with the "remains" of the Winter Soldier. The nightmares keep reminding me of what I've done and how I won't be able to fully fix it."
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THE FACADE
ФанфикIvy Jones is a freelance photographer. She has her life sorted out but one day she's given an opportunity to become a photographer for a new project for the Avengers, having unpleasant encounter with a handsome man on a bike in the meantime. And sin...
