The Fluffy Adventures of Yelena and Bucky

Part 20

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   Natasha almost stumbled at the first sight of the Winter Soldier after a whole week had gone by following the abscence of both him and Yelena, loosing her balance briefly. The class was halfway finished, and one girl's eyes glanced at her, but most of them were too focused to look at anything but the mirrors. 

   He pinned cold, unpresent eyes on her, having obviously noticed her fumble. His messy hair cast his face in shadow as he silently crossed the room to sit on one of the chairs in the corner. 

   Madame B shifted in her seat next to him, eyes locking on him thoughtfully, as if him sitting there was the more interesting than correcting their pupils.

   Natasha regained control of her emotions, analyzing her form in the mirror. In all of her Red Room days, never had she seen James Barnes or the Winter Soldier sit down on one of the foldable, black chairs. Ever.

    She shoved down the fear the ricocheted around in her stomach. She knew something was really wrong, and she knew that Hydra wouldn't ever kill him. He was simply too valuable... But they could kill Yelena, even though she showed potential, and that was what scared her the most.

  The air in the studio smelled permanently of crushed rosin, and the temperature in the room was high because of all the sweating girls. She took in the scent deeply, forcing herself to feel grounded. 

   Madame B stood up suddenly, and gave James another brief look, one that he didn't return. He stared ahead, looking lost in another world. She sighed, and bent near his ear.

   A lump rose in Natasha's throat, and she kept her expression pleasant as was the habit of all of the girls here while in classes. What was Madame B whispering in the man's ear? What was she telling him to do?

   James leaned slightly away from her to look at the cruel woman with not much emotion in his eyes, but with enough personality to surprise Natasha. She gulped, fearing he'd be punished.

   But it looked as if they already punished him. How much more could he take?

   This was the part of the class where he took over, if he hadn't been there the whole time. Was he going to lead?

   Madame B straightened and snapped, "Thank you," and the girls relaxed their muscles. Feet hit the floor, and girls each stretched their arms and wiped sweat from their foreheads. They weren't allowed to place their hands on their hips, grab water, or lean on the ballet barre in their exhaustion, so the girls idly stood at attention like artistic little soldiers. With nothign better to occupy themselves with, they watched the Mistress and the Soldier.

   The teacher and torturer leaned down close to James again to whisper, just like the girls had anticipated. His eyes shifted as he thought about something. He whispered something back, quickly, shocking Natasha. 

    He never whispered back, his used to harden and obey without an opinion on the order. 

   Madame B crossed her arms, looking down at him. "Then leave, Soldier." She didn't appear angry, only mildly frustrated. 

   His eyes narrowed slightly, angrily, as if he couldn't bear looking at her anymore. But he got up and strode out the door. All of the girls watched their instructor as he passed by them as if they didn't exist.