More appointments passed.
Some would be twice or three times a day and others would be Bruce in his lab with me on the table that acted as a bench for me to lay on while he checked everything that could be wrong with me because it has been almost two months now and I still throw up every so often so the punishment of me losing was never put in place when I would throw up through a wave of vibration.
At least Bucky and I tried.
None of us could explain it and I'm not talking about the sexual part I was trying to enjoy but the medical part where we couldn't even begin to form a hypothesis and test runs to see which foods I could handle because after a while, it was the sharp intestinal pain of the broken down food traveling across the weaker areas of my organs that made everything come back up. It's exhausting mentally and physically when all I can eat are Thor's PopTarts without the crust, plums, mashed potatoes, pasta, and croissants which my mama would be proud of for embracing my French heritage that I no longer participate in.
I should.
"No, I can't do it anymore, Bucky." I would cry before my plates of food were downsized but the portions are a little bigger to accommodate for the space my stomach needs to be filled with before I start losing weight
Peanut butter has also been my favorite thing when it's mixed in large smoothies that are broken down into small cups for me to drink throughout the day to get me full of protein that was amped up by Steve's protein powder he gives to me in almost every meal but at least I can't taste it. The fear of the unknown was definitely weighing on our minds but we could only take it one day at a time starting with me in the training room with Bucky.
After the whole episode with me turning back into who I lost but is somehow still in there, Tony ordered that only Steve and Bucky were allowed to train with me since I have lost all restraints on how to hold back so all of my punches and kicks are deadly and could only be matched with the super soldiers who agreed to go all out with me, including Bucky. He's realized that my strength is not my fault and that I have lost control over my reflexes so he's tightened his fists and swung his arms harder to get me.
"Come on, doll. You haven't gotten a single hit on me." Bucky sighs as we walk around that mats with my feet sticking and unsticking to the sturdy cushions below me
"That's because you won't let me win!" I snap because he hasn't let me get a single hit on him this entire time
It's been a rough morning.
"You're not allowed to say that, Y/n." He reminds me in a stern voice when his eyes narrow and his cheeks sharpen. "Are you switching?" He asks because when I say that, it means I'm about to head into an episode
Another rough morning when that happened.
"No, I'm not fucking switching." I stop and cross my arms over my chest. "I am getting frustrated." I scowl
"Tell me why." He also stops and looks at me with a soft look despite my guarded, defensive one
"Because I cannot get you down." I admit. "And it is angering me." I force the words out through my grit teeth as I look anywhere but his eyes
"Why do you think like that, babe?" He probes and walks up to me. "Is it because they never put up a fight or because they couldn't? They couldn't because you were stronger than them and now you are fighting against someone who is stronger and you can't handle it." He calls me out
"No!" I deny as my expression deepens. "I can be stronger." I offer in all seriousness despite my small smirk
"You can't say that." He reminds me again with a head shake and my teasing attitude falls. "You know how you get when you start saying things like this." He scolds
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Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile
Fanfiction"You're staring." Bucky speaks with some insecurity in his voice "You can't blame me, Barnes." I shake my head with a smirk. "You're just a sight I don't want to look away from." I flirt and he chuckles what sounds like a sigh of relief as he walks...
