the team doctor || bucky barnes (EDITING IN PROGRESS)

41.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴀʀ - ᴀʟʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴡ

"𝐈𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫." 

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VALERIE SIGHED AS SHE LOOKED AT THE LIVE VIDEO FEED.

"He just paces," Sam broke the silence. "That's all the bastard does."

"I wish I knew what he was thinking," She admitted.

"Wanda can--"

"No," She cut him off. "We're not doing that. Besides, she said the brainwashing makes it unlikely to give her an accurate picture anyway."

Sam looked at her, watching how she intently stared at the screen as if something was going to happen.

"You're doing your best,"

"I haven't managed to get more than two sentences out of him."

"Listen, from what I've witnessed of the Winter Soldier, that is a hell of a feat."

"I feel like I've tried just about everything."

Sam chuckled, clapping her shoulder as he stood up from his chair. "If only he was Snow White and you could just kiss the fucker."

Her head snapped toward him. His face instantly dropped, and he shook his head profusely.

"No."

She feigned an innocent stare.

"Valerie," He warned. "Don't even--"

"Sam, don't be stupid." She smiled. "I wouldn't dare."

He hesitated before nodding slowly, backing out of the room. She turned back to the video feed, almost jumping when she saw Bucky staring at the single camera in the cell. It was like he could sense her there, or at least that's what she told herself.

She raced toward the elevator, almost smashing the button to the main floor. When the doors opened, she made a beeline for her office, grabbing her file on him. As she exited her office, she ran right into Steve.

"Valerie," He breathed, catching her notes as they slipped out of her grasp. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," She hurriedly said. "Sorry,"

"Where are you going?"

"My apartment. I wanted to review Bucky's notes."

"Did you see him today?"

"Only briefly. But it's late, I should be getting to bed."

He nodded, watching her walk past him. "Hey, Valerie?"

She turned quickly, flashing a nonchalant smile. "Yeah?"

"He'll come back."

"Thanks, Steve."

She turned on her heel, turning the corner for the elevator. Steve furrowed his brows, wondering why she seemed so hurried to simply get back to her apartment, but shrugged it off.

Meanwhile, Valerie tore through her closet. She finally found what she was looking for, slipping it on quickly. She dug through a drawer in her bathroom, grabbing a tube of lipstick that had been collecting dust underneath a pile of skincare products she barely used. She straightened out herself, looking at her reflection in the mirror.