AVENGERS CIVIL WAR

Chapter 12

I am sorry in advance for any spelling errors, I wrote this on my phone. Have fun reading! A lot is happening :) Xoxo

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Bucky's feet were pressed into Peggy's sides, his metal fist inches from her face. He hesitated. Something about her was triggering. He pushed it all away in his mind, slamming his fist down onto...

...the tile floor, shattering the tiles into dust. Peggy had forcefully and purposely timed herself to push out from under him, sliding across the floor between his legs. She rolled over, arming herself with a dishcloth which she rolled skilfully into a whip. He lunged at her, eyes flashing. She flicked the makeshift whip across his face. It was a wet rag which made it sting a hundred times more. She literally heard it crack across him. He backed off, moving rigidly as he touched his face. A bloody streak now stained his cheek.

He didn't take the hint. He shoved himself at her unexpectedly, pushing her against the refrigerator with such force Peggy's breath was knocked out of her. He wrapped his hand around her throat, the metal ridges digging into her flesh. She hacked and strained, wrapping her small hands around his powerful hands. She tried to do the one thing that disabled just about every man; she kneed him, hard.

It worked. He let her go instantly, in pain. Peggy used this opportunity to try to disarm him further. She jumped up on the countertop and in one swift, fluid motion, she wrapped her legs around his neck, twisting him onto the ground. He struggled beneath her, managing to leave a gaping gash on her leg as he swung his metal arm around, hitting her legs. She cried out, tumbling onto the floor. He flung himself at her again but she was too quick. Her fingers curled around the handle of a frying pan that lay on the floor. "I'm so sorry, Bucky," she whispered before slamming him in the head with it.

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Bucky felt the wrist restraints before he opened his eyes. He didn't pay much attention to it, mostly noticing his pain in other places. His back hurt, his head throbbed and his cheek felt raw and stung.

He wondered what had happened. It felt like one big blank abyss. A cold sweat covered his skin in fear. He wondered what brought him back to himself. He started to wonder if 'himself' really was someone different than Winter Soldier.

Natasha came into the room, notching his restraints at once. Her eyes were empathetic; she's been held down in restraints more than once herself. His eyes followed her as she walked near him.

"How do you feel?" Her voice was low and calming.

Bucky shook his head. "Tell me what I did."

Natasha's expression shifted slightly. "You're okay."

"What did I do to people?" He tried not to sound panicked or upset, he tried his best to sound brisk and hardened.

Natasha quickly replied, "It's going to be alright."

"JUST ANSWER ME!" His shout echoed off the walls, it was so forceful. He regretted it at once. He didn't even feel like himself or human at all. Self-loathing flooded his veins and he struggled not to begin crying.

Natasha was not alarmed by his outburst. She bit her lip. "You killed the one chef. Injured the other."

Bucky was mortified. He didn't even remember it. His fingers on his fleshly hand trembled. He looked at Natasha, his eyes conveying his pure agony. "Please go away," he murmured. Natasha opened her mouth to protest but he shook his head again. "I beg of you, leave me alone."

She silently turned and left.

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"I can't believe that's James," Peggy said, wrapping a bandage around ankle. She was in the medical bay, Tony with her. He passed her some surgical tape.