The music pounds in my ears, and they're ringing. The flashing, colorful lights are blinding. I think I'm gonna throw up. I'm so dizzy. I-
"Hey, are you alright?" a familiar voice asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Oh, thank goodness you're here. Can we leave? Please?"
"Yeah, we'll go. But seriously, are you alright? You don't look too hot."
"I just need some fresh air. And maybe a shower."
The room blurs, and I feel like everything's in slow motion. Suddenly, I'm outside. The music's muffled, the lights are gone, and I'm in his car. We're driving down a dark back road.
"Bucky, what just happened?"
At the sound of my voice, he jumps. He relaxes when all he sees is me.
"I think you passed out. Drink this," he instructs, handing me a bottle.
"Water?"
"Yeah, Y/N, water. Have you had any at all today?"
"This morning, actually," I tell him matter-of-factly.
"Have you had any since then?"
"Okay. Good point." I take cautious sips, especially carefully when the road is extra bumpy.
Gentle instrumental music plays over the radio at a soft volume, and heat comes through the air vents. Bucky took off his jacket to cover me while I wasn't conscious. I am not complaining. The building where we were is about two hours from the hotel we're in, so I use the opportunity to go back to sleep.
I wake up in our hotel room with Bucky beside me. My breath smells awful, so I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth. To my shock, my hand goes right through the handle, and I phase straight through the door. I don't phase any further, luckily, but I hit the floor pretty hard. Afraid to phase through anything else, I call out for Bucky.
He comes in, and determining that I'm physically fine, he laughs a little.
"You are a mess lately, aren't ya, Doll?"
"You can say that again," I groan.
"How'd you fall, anyway?"
"If I tell you, you won't believe me."
"At this point, I'd believe it if you told me you saw Dolly Parton on an alien spaceship. What happened?"
I sigh. "I kinda just went through the door instead of opening it."
He pauses with a confused look on his face. "What?"
"Yep."
"Well, that's a new one."
Bucky helps me up and I lay down while he calls Sam to see if he knows anyone who can help. I get up to get a glass of water, but my hand phases through the glass.
"At this point I don't know what I will and won't phase through," I mumble.
"What was that, love?" Bucky asks.
"Nothing, honey."
I try to pick up the glass again, and this time it works.
"Ow!" Bucky hisses, shaking his hand like there's water on it.
"Paper cut?" I ask. He nods. "C'mere." He walks over to me. I find the cut on his hand and gingerly kiss it. "Better?"
"Yeah, actually. Like... gone better."
I look, and it actually is gone.
"Another thing? Well, at least this is a little more useful," I conclude.
"Yeah. Hey, you know that Strange guy?" Bucky asks.
"I know a lot of strange guys."
"No, his name is Strange."
"You mean Stephen?"
"You're on a first name basis?"
"Long story. So what about him?"
"Sam and I think he might be able to help you with the new powers. We can go in the morning if you want, and Sam will meet us there."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
