Twin Soldiers.

Fourteen: Knives for pens.

"Y/N, put it down."

The look on her face was scarily resemblant to her soldier, and the one in her eyes showed fear.

"Begging for your life won't make a difference, Rogers." Bucky had his metal hand out, trying to keep her at a distance from Steve, but she wasn't backing off.

"Soldier, I said put it down!" Bucky shouted, and at exactly that moment, the knife dropped out of her hand, and the expression on her face matched her eyes. "Oh no.."

"Y/N? Are you...Y/N?" She stood atop her mattress, her guard still up, but also not letting Bucky or Steve get any closer to her.

"Please tell me I didn't hurt anyone. Please," She held her tears in, waiting for her answer.

You scanned either of them, checking for any cuts or stabs, and found one.

Bleeding red on Steve's cheek.

Silence covered the room, empathy and fear the only scent in. Her hands shook, nerves spreading quickly as she sat.

"Y/N, look it's not your fault. You know that." Bucky told Steve to go get his face looked at while he calmed her down.

"I hate this. I hate this, Bucky. I hate being in pain." Bucky sighed, taking a seat on the bed. "You'll get through it. I promise it'll get easier."

"I still want to kill him, James. When I'm close to him, when he speaks, I can hear them whispering the commands in my head, and I don't want to listen, but I..I don't know how long I can keep it down."

"We'll help you, okay? We'll get you away from Steve when you can't hold it in, and you will be okay."

"That's the thing," She sighed, running a still shaky hand through her hair. "I don't wanna be away from Steve."

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"You used to do this all the time. And you were great at it."

"When my dominant hand was flesh, I was. I don't know if it'll work now." Steve sighed. "I don't want you to hurt yourself, okay? So, maybe if you just try to find something that easily calms you down.."

"You calm me down." Steve's cheeks reddened and he chuckled. "Well, I clearly can't pull you from compulsion, so something that reminds you of you."

"James. James reminds me of me." Your glassy eyes locked with Steve's, and his breath caught in his throat. "Okay, I-I'll help you with th-that. Um..I'm-Try to do the drawing thing..please? I'd love to draw with you like we used to."

"Like we used to." A smile tugged at your lips as you started shading. "I could get used to that."

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"Do you wanna try again?" I shook my head, staring at the room I was just locked in.

"Too quiet?"

"Too loud."