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Price to Pay

Warnings - Blood, gore, burn/torture? Death, almost death experience, anxiety/panic attack, medication mentioned, amputation

The dark was the most comforting place for you in a time like this. Bucky's snores were also part of it, even as the chills crept up your skin and the annoyance drowned out in the silence. The minimal lighting allowed things to feel more eerie, the shadow in the corner of the room making your hands shake. It was freezing, that was for sure. The blood flow started to slow, your breath becoming more visible as the moon started dim. Or, maybe, it was just your eyesight as the fog started creeping in your eyes.

Bucky was up the second your body slipped out of the bed. He was a light sleeper for starters, and he could feel the chill of the room pretty quickly, body so accustomed to it that the trauma response was too quick for judgement.

He watched as you took more steps to the corner, waiting to see a reaction he didn't like. The most anxious part about all of this, is that he can't stop you until the pain already comes. He has to watch in despair as you get hurt from a mindset that you were born with. It's just the price that you pay.

"Y/N," he calls out anyways, hoping that you'll snap out of it before the consequences are bare. Hoping that maybe, just this once, he won't have to drag you away. "Sweetheart, come back to bed," he says, pulling himself from the comfort of the sheets to walk closer to you. "Fuck." It slips from his mouth once his bare feet press against the tiled floor, trying his best to be silent on his journey to you. But, damn, it was cold.

It wasn't like you were ignoring him on purpose. Bucky knew when things happened, your senses shut off and your mind was almost being taken over by the dead. They stopped everything around you just for your attention. Just for you to get hurt in the end.

It's the price you paid to see her again.

"Maggie," you whisper. It was hard to see when the room was so dark, but somehow her silhouette was just as easy to see as she'd been alive. It was easily the best experience, no matter the consequence. "Mags." Without hesitating, you reach out to touch her face, watching as her hair just as similar as yours started to fall into place. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, but the pain you felt was spreading all over your body than just the one area. But, it wasn't clicking in your brain until Bucky pulled you back.

The one rule was broken.

Bucky caught you before your legs gave out, holding your head closer to his chest as the scars indented themselves on your skin; trailing down your arms. Handprints from the undead as you started to scream in terror into his ear. He laid on the floor, waiting for everything to end while he called for Jarvis to start the shower. Your body was going pale, lips hitting a light shade of purple as he watched the tears stream down your face.

It wasn't like this wasn't normal. But in this one incident, it was breaking everything in him. Maggie wasn't just some unknown force, but your own sister. The same girl who caused all this to happen because of a bet almost thirty years ago. It was a curse for everyone else. Mostly you.

When Fury found you, you'd already been running from the team for two years. Sam was the only reason you'd been found, and, considering Natasha was the one to get through to you, Bucky was the only one who could actually relate to pain caused by other people outside of the control. These entities had a chokehold on your brain, forced pain on your body, and made you run in fear of the hunters in search of the seekers.

Things had changed when you got to the tower. Maggie used your body to tell the team of an unknown power deep in the core of the Earth, and because of it, the hunters use the beacon to bring you down. Your parents were killed just before Sam tracked you down, and, because of it, you ran. And Vision was created.