Torn {Bucky Barnes FanFic}

Chapter 15

The good feeling I got from Clint's visit lasted about ten minutes. I got dressed and took some Advil, hoping to make my hangover less bothersome. As I reached for a water bottle to wash the pills down, I felt a dreaded pain in the back of my skull. I dropped the bottle and pills, inhaling sharply.

"Not again," I groaned and dug my fingernails into my scalp. I swore loudly and slid down the wall, the pain only getting more intense.

After several long, long minutes, the headache subsided, and I stood shakily. I took the water bottle and my phone, and left my room. Starting to grow more worried about the headaches from hell, I headed for the lab. When I reached it, Tony and Bruce were working on something that required them to be speaking very loudly.

"If you suggest that one more time I'm going to knock you over the head with a wrench," Tony said casually.

Bruce smiled and chuckled to himself. "Oh you don't want to do that."

"Yeah, yeah, screw you," he grumbled and turned back to his work station.

I walked past them to my own desk and set my things down before sitting down. Yawning, I typed in my password and started checking my emails.

"Hey, Cara," Bruce called.

"Hi."

"Good morning, sister!" Tony bellowed and my head began pounding even harder.

I grimaced and waved angrily at him. "Tony, why are you always so goddamn loud?"

Tony's jaw gaped slightly. He sprang out of his chair and ran over to my desk. "Oh no, is Cara a little hungover?"

"Leave me alone," I grunted.

"Whoops, my bad."

"Shut up." I turned in my chair and leaned backwards. "Hey, Bruce."

"Yeah?" He looked up.

I hesitated. "Is it, I don't know, bad, if I've been getting migraines since the little week long coma thing?"

Bruce furrowed his eyebrows. "Well I wouldn't think so. I mean it's unexpected, but understandable. How often are you getting them?"

"Oh, not that often. Like twice, maybe three times," I lied.

"You're all good then. You've got nothing to worry about," he assured me.

I smiled briefly and thanked him before turning back to my computer. The more I thought about what was going on with me, the more stressed and anxious I got. I couldn't decide if I was extremely angry or extremely sad. I was leaning towards both.

Bucky killed your parents. He is the reason you and Tony have been alone for fifteen years. You should hate him.

Damn devils advocate.

But I can't hate him. It wasn't his fault. Hydra made him do it. It wasn't him.

But he still did it. He stood there and watched them burn.

"Cara!"