Bucky
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"I can't believe you." I shook my head at Juliet, unable to stop glaring since we'd walked back into the building.
I hung by the door in the hallway, as far away as I could get from Juliet while still being able to see the door she'd ushered Cam into.
I knew I should stop glaring at her, I could see the panic she was feeling, the fear she felt over the bravado she was putting on, but I couldn't help it.
She didn't deserve it, but I was pissed.
"What were you planning to do exactly? Throw her over your shoulder and drag her back?" She asked, mirroring my position beside the bathroom door.
"If I had to." I shrugged.
"That neanderthal look is out you know?" She scoffed at me, looking down at her feet, too scared to meet my eyes.
I didn't like scaring her, I hated it, I hated the look she had in her eyes whenever she dared to look at me, I hated the way it made me feel, how I could see so much of how just looking at me made her feel.
"She's not as strong as she looks, or acts. I know she looks strong and she seems like she's fine but the second I get her home she's over it. She pulls away from everyone, she lashes out and she makes some really dangerous decisions. Webhead is about the only one that she'll talk to, she needs to go home, not be in that room right now talking herself into blaming herself for this, talking herself into ways to 'protect' the rest of us from what happened, talking herself into thinking it's not a big deal." I snapped, shaking my head, I sighed and looked away again, I'd said too much, revealed too much about Cam.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." She whispered, I could tell she felt stupid.
"You didn't know, she's real good at pretending she's fine." I muttered, trying at least to sound a little reassuring.
Thirty seconds later the door rattled and Cam appeared, without blood splatter all over her clothes and skin she did look surprisingly good. Not exactly well, but not like she'd just been attacked, which of course was her main aim. Anything to downplay the seriousness of the situation, anything to try and draw attention away from herself.
"Please don't tell Peter." She looked right at me, her eyes so devastatingly pained it tugged at something inside me.
"Camila." I growled at her, not looking her way.
"James." She growled back, eyes immediately thinning to a glare.
I looked back at her and couldn't help it, "Fine." I agreed, throwing my hands up in defeat.
She was going to be the death of me, I just knew it.
"I'm ubering home, I think I may have misjudged the broken bones, my ribs feel suspiciously painful." She poked at them, hissing. "Yep that doesn't feel great, I would definitely fall off the bike." She announced, like it wasn't a big deal.
"Jesus." I couldn't help but groaned. "And do you know who will end up with the lecture from Wanda later? That will be me." I shook my head at her, grabbing her backpack for her.
"I could give you a ride back?" Juliet suddenly offered, I could see from the widening of her eyes she hadn't actually intended to offer, she didn't want to.
"No, Juliet, you've done enough." Cam shook her head, a look of guilt plastering her face.
I needed to start saying no to Cam, it was becoming a problem. Starting by making sure she got into Juliet's car as I grabbed her phone from her so she couldn't order her uber was a good start.
"What are the chances you'll let me just go straight upstairs?" She whispered to me, turning to look at me with wide eyes.
