His Daughter[Completed]

Chapter 23[True Feelings Unspoken]

  My brown eyes fluttered open only to be closed once more due to the bright lights up above me. My head was pounding, as if Thor hit me over the head with his hammer.

  The door to the room opened and I stayed silent. My breathing went back to its steady rhythm, Bucky had taught me how to make it seem like I was sleeping when I was actually faking it.

  "Still nothing?" Now that was male, problem was my head hurt too much to identify who it was. "Should have guessed. Bruce did say it would take you time." The person came closer towards me until I could feel their presence right beside me. "It's boring without you." A hand intertwined with my own, but this hand was cool and metal. Bucky.

  "You're daring you know that?" He let out a small chuckle. "You also scare me. Every time you do something that could put you in a coma or worse. Every time I see you I get all nervous, I may look calm on the outside but inside I'm panicking like crazy." He squeezed my hand. "Bruce and Tony said that you were really close to dying. It scared everyone but I was terrified to death. A world without you wouldn't feel the same. Your too pure and good for this world to just go away like that." A chair could be heard being pushed this way and I'm guessing he sat down. Our hands were still intertwined and I pretty sure he rested his chin on the edge of the table.

  My head was pounding even harder now. Soon after I felt myself slip from reality and into my head of dreams.

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  Something wet was being dabbed on my forehead. My first thoughts were, What the Hell? I was beyond confused before remembering the stunt I had pulled therefore Bruce or dad had to keep my cool for a while.

  When the feeling of something wet could no longer be felt on my forehead I decided them would be the best choice to open my eyes.

  Once again the bright lights from the ceiling blinded me but unlike last time I just ignored it and sat jump from the bed.

  Looking across Bruce was washing the cloth with cold water I presume since there isn't any steam therefore it can't be warm water but who knows.

  When he turned around Bruce had dropped the cloth on the counter and rushed to give me a hug. I hugged him back while patting his back awkwardly.

  Bruce pulled away and fixed his glasses. "Um... sorry about that." I chuckled a bit.

  "It's fine Bruce. It happens." Hopping off the bed I felt a bit dizzy and off balance. Bruce has to hold my shoulders to keep me from falling.

  "Are you ok?" He asked, concern swimming through his eyes.

  "A bit dizzy and unbalanced but I'll be fine." He helped me up and had to keep holding onto me since each step I took was diagonal.

  By the time we both reached the door of the lab I was able to walk on my own, with the occasional diagonal step of course.

  Walking down the hall into the living room the only people on the floor was dad, Hasai, Bucky, and Steve. Dad was at his bar drinking, Hasai, Bucky, and Steve were all on the couch watching TV although I could see the two super soldiers didn't really care what was on.

  Walking into the kitchen I grabbed an apple and sat at the stool. Nobody saw me enter, which surprised me since I was in eye sight of my dear old daddy of mine.