Shadows and Secrets Book Three (A MCU FanFic)

Chapter 19: Emotional

trigger warning: language that may be offensive or upsetting to some readers

trigger warning: spoilers for Avatar: The Last Airbender that may be offensive or upsetting to some readers

Marjorie's POV

Marjorie grabbed the door frame to hold herself up as the pain in her abdomen tripled. She considered taking more painkillers, but she had already taken the recommended dosage.

"Are you okay?" asked Bucky tiredly. "It's, like, 3 in the morning."

"No," she said tightly. "Ow." The door frame made a concerning creaking noise as she dug her fingers into it to keep herself from falling.

He sat up, a blanket still wrapped around his shoulders like a cape. It would have been cute, if Marjorie wasn't currently in pain. It made it difficult to focus on anything else. "What's wrong?"

What's wrong? What's wrong?!?

Marjorie felt like screaming. "It's the 17th!"

Bucky blinked sleepily, trying to make his brain work. "What's wrong with the 17th?"

Ugh, she was going to fucking kill—oh god, ow. How did it keep getting worse?!? "Cramps." Her voice was pinched. "Really bad cramps."

"Oh. That sucks," he sympathized.

Marjorie stared at him in disbelief. "Yeah, it does—ow!"

He looked at her nervously. "You're really pale."

She was normally pale and going to fucking punch him in the—"Hurts," she whimpered.

"Oh, don't do that," he said as she started to slide down the wall. Bucky was suddenly there and picked her up, bridal-style. Marjorie felt slightly dizzy and very disoriented.

She curled into his side and squeezed her eyes shut. He carried her back to bed, settling her down so she could curl into a tighter ball.

"Why doesn't your healing work?" he asked.

Marjorie gritted her teeth. "Because, apparently, there isn't anything actually fucking wrong with me!" Goddamn stupid shadow vaper. Why didn't it heal her when she wanted it to?!?

"Is it really that bad? It can't be worse than—"

She opened her eyes to glare at him. "That's the stupidest bullshit sentence you've ever said in your now-limited life! Don't make me come over there," she hissed.

He shrank back. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry." He raised his hands in surrender, like he knew that Marjorie would have decked him in his perfect jaw if she wasn't busy suffering. She was still considering it. "Is there anything I can do to help? Do you need painkillers? Or water?"

"No," snapped Marjorie, the pain making it hard to be anything but pissed off. "I already had painkillers. And water is dumb!"

"I read that water is supposed to help—"

"Stop reading internet articles on how to keep me alive!" she snapped. "I don't want water!" Thanks to her oh so amazing healing, Marjorie stayed completely hydrated no matter how much or how little water she drank. It wouldn't help.

Marjorie grumpily pulled his left arm towards her, and Bucky bewilderedly let her wrap it around her hips. The metal was heavy, and pressure helped a little. Not enough, but what else could she do?