Demons ━ Bucky Barnes [1]

25 ━ EPILOGUE

DEMONS.
( chapter twenty-five. )

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ANDREA LAY ON HER BACK, her breathing shifting from a steady stream to a sharp intake as she slowly came to consciousness.

She could hear soft jazz music playing and the sound of a heart monitor beeping noisily at her side. Her eyes blinked open slowly. Once they had fully adjusted to the soft lighting, she let her gaze drift among the sterile white room she was in.

  She peered down to the foot of her bed, finding Steve and Sam flanking her as they dozed in their seats. She closed her eyes once more, nestling back into the comfort of sleep with a smile on her lips.

"On your right," she whispered before the world faded from her once more.

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After the doctors were informed of Andrea's first sign of life, the two men were sent out to the waiting room where Sam left and Steve stayed. His hands were folded neatly in his lap and he stared blankly at the floor, fully aware as his leg bounced anxiously in place.

  Natasha Romanoff watched the scene from afar, a soft smile on her face. She studied him a few more moments before finally making her way forwards. At the sound of her footsteps, Steve lifted his head. If he was disappointed, he didn't show it as he shot the redhead a meek smile.

"They say her brain activity has risen and that she's only sleeping now. She can be released within the next week," Natasha informed him, the words gentle.

  Steve's only effort to reply was a nod. His actions drew out a sigh of defeat as Natasha slid into the chair beside him. She figured it was going to take a lot more to cheer the Roger's man up.

So, she sat, and she waited; just like everyone else had been for the past three weeks.

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It didn't take long for the doctors to leave Andrea's room. Unattended and unaware, no one even noticed the dark figure that quietly slipped in. His eyes narrowed on the brunette's face as he analyzed her sleeping form.

  When he was sure that she wouldn't wake, he made for the bed. His hands twitched in anticipation before slowly reaching into his jacket's inner pocket. His fingers wrapped surely around the object.

His gaze never left the the Jones woman's face, wondering what it would be like to see her wake and watch the fear flicker in her eyes. He pulled out the syringe filled with a bright, sapphire substance. He grabbed her arm, tensing up as she made a small movement in response.

  However, she eased back into her sleep. A necessary thing, if he hoped to survive what he was about to do. Though, her peace wouldn't last for much longer.

With a deep breath, the man eased the needle into the girl's vein, pushing on the pump and letting the substance enter Andrea's bloodstream. He pulled the needle back out once it was drained, covering the sharp tip with a cap before sticking it back in his pocket.

  He stood there for a few more moments afterwards. Watching. Waiting.

Then, with a gasp, Andrea rose, eyes shining a vibrant, in-human blue.

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