Keira Jones had a heart of stone, but her power was to feel other people's emotions.
Bucky Barnes was feeling too many things all at once, although his alter ego had done things that made him want not to feel anything at all anymore.
Together, the...
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Two weeks passed, before Keira started considering the possibility of helping the Winter Soldier once again.
Enough time had passed to make her painful memories retreat to the deepest recesses of her memories, but she knew that going back in that room would have made them resurface again and again, until she went crazy.
Still, for the first time since she was born, her powers would have helped someone, and she couldn't ignore that fact, even if it meant helping someone she had decided to hate for no particular reason.
Before she could really process the decision she had just made, she found herself once again in front of the metal door, Fury by her side and guards scattered through the entire hallway. She took a deep breath before entering the room and, once again, the heavy door slammed shut behind her, leaving her alone with the Winter Soldier.
He looked different than the last time she had seen him. He looked less wild, less defensive and more relaxed, as if her powers were still lingering on him like a soft blanket.
It was probably it, though, because when he noticed her his eyes lit up imperceptibly, before he stood up to stand in front of her. His eyes glanced over to the bruise on her neck, but no sign of guilt appeared on his face.
"How are you feeling?" She asked coldly, intertwining her hands in front of herself.
He didn't answer, instead he just sat down again and rested his head against the wall, closing his eyes. She followed his movements and sat down on the wooden chair, crossing her legs like she had done the last time.
"They want you to talk, and I'm here to make you feel comfortable enough to say what they want you to say." She was trying her best to keep herself professional, but the hatred towards the man was clouding her judgment, even more than she would have expected, since she had always been in perfect control of her emotions.
"Comfortable?" He scoffed. "You hate my guts, you're not really the best psychologist around."
"Let's keep it professional." She hissed, standing up to move towards him, hoping this would be quick enough and she could go back to the safety of her uncomfortable room.
She raised a hand towards his face but, before she could touch him, his metal arm wrapped around her wrist, this time with the softest gentleness she could ever expect from him, even if the coldness of the material still made her flinch.
"Why do you hate me? Why everyone hates me? I have few memories, but everything is blurred at times, as if I have multiple personalities and I have no idea of which one is the real one. I did bad things, didn't I?" He asked, his eyes raising towards her. They looked so human, so broken that it startled her, making her move back and release the grip he had on her.
She simply nodded, waiting to see his reaction. Her hand was still inches away from his face, ready to touch him at the slight sign of panic in his eyes.
