Pushing Daisies [BUCKY BARNES]

24

Beep... beep... beep

The only noise in the room was the incessant heart monitor. At least now it was beeping steadily, not flatlining like it had twelve times before now.

The king of Wakanda sat on a plastic chair near the end of the all white hospital bed, the Scarlett Witch sitting in another. The only extra table was covered in flowers, most of which were roses. Only one vase was daisies, and no one bothered to question why they were the only different flower, or why they were hand picked.

It was silent between the two of them, both having reconciled before entering the room. They both just needed some time alone with the girl they could have saved.

She looked tiny in that bed, tinier then she normally did. Her pale skin was as white as the sheets she lay under, her platinum blonde hair splayed out around her. A small braid was done with a few strands of her loose hair on the left side of her head.

She had been in a coma for almost three months.

The king of Wakanda felt guilty, more guilty then anyone else. He wanted to have her executed for her crimes, at first. He believed her a traitor, evil. But she had shown him time and time again that she fought for her friends, she fought unknowing of the whole situation, and she fought valiantly. She fought for the life she barely knew she would have lost. And yet, still, she saw him in that hallway in Siberia, and dragged him along because she believed he would get shot in the crossfire.

Then he left her, to go find the idiot doctor on the roof, and she went and got herself shot apart for trying to save the person who she believed was innocent. She was shot apart by someone she viewed as a father.

The witch sat silently as well, brooding. This tiny girl had gone through so much torture, had been subjected to the same things she had been, if not more, and she had not gone through it all voluntarily. She had only met this girl briefly, but they shared a connection through their abilities that no one else would ever compare to. Wanda knew that she could have saved her, could have kept her on the battlefield with them while Steve and Bucky left. She had saved Wanda's life twice on that battlefield, and she had saved everyone else's lives as well. Yet here she was, comatose in a hospital for trying to once again save someone.

She may have killed people, she should have been considered a convict. But to be honest, she was more of a hero then the rest of them were.

The door opened, and both visitors jumped at the sudden disturbance of the silence.

James took two steps in the room, realized there were others there, and turned to leave.

"Wait," Wanda whispered, halting the super soldier. She stood, beckoning to T'Challa. "We can go. Stay with her."

James nodded numbly, stepping back to let the two leave the room, before stepping in and closing the door. A deep sigh left his lips, and his shoulders hunched down. "I'm sorry."

His voice was gravelly, as though it hadn't been used in a while. Crossing the room, he sat down on the bed, making sure it was on her left side. He couldn't bear to look at the stump of her right arm that was left over from their time in Siberia.

Tony had promised when she woke up he would make her a prosthetic, but it was almost painful to him to know that she would be like him. Stuck with some bionic body part that hurt more then helped. But, then again, knowing Lillian she would make sure she helped more then hurt with it.

"It's been especially quiet these past few days." He started, reaching out his hand to brush a few strands of white hair away from her eyes. "It's getting close to your birthday. No one wants to be around for it. T'Challa's going back to Wakanda, Wanda and Vision are going down to Miami, and Steve, Tony, and Nat are going on a mission."