I tap the arc reactor on Tony's chest mindlessly, hearing the metal clang against my fingernail.
It was glowing through his chest, lighting up my fingers and half my face. Such a bright blue. It's comforting almost. If I close my eyes I can pretend I'm dreaming, drifting away on my back in a sea of pure nothingness but solitude.
Peace.
My heart yearned for it.
My soul cried for it.
Because for all my life, I've experienced nothing but pain and suffering, death and chaos. I've forgotten what it felt like. To just... exist. Simply be here, now in the present, without all the problems or all the worries.
"Blues, you mind?" Tony huffed out loud, breaking me away from my trance. He's annoyed at my childish actions, gaze peering at me from above.
I slowly raise my head and let it fall, choosing to ignore him as I continued to tap.
Natasha lets out a small chuckle and Tony, although beyond annoyed, lets me do my own thing.
The Prince of Wakanda is sitting on the opposite side of the room with his female guards. Everett Ross is in front of us, hands folded, spine straight. He's trying his best to ignore me, given how I threatened him but the fact that I'm in close proximity probably didn't help either.
I didn't care.
My eyes are only on Bucky.
The evaluator was talking mindlessly, asking questions that Bucky responded to in a one-word-one-tone type of way.
I can't help but feel concerned.
It's already been 10 minutes. The clock is ticking. I needed to somehow convince the others to stop being assholes to each other and work together. How was I going to achieve that?
Unconsciously, I feel my hand reach down to my wrist where I'm scratching at the blue veins.
I don't know if I'll be able to stop this war.
I don't know if I'll be able to survive this.
"Dammit," Ross is looking at his watch, murmuring his frustration. He's aware that the people he reports to are going to need answers. It doesn't help that my Protector remained tight-lipped about it.
He's going to be waiting a long time then.
"You're not going to get anything out of him," I said out loud from my position, still tucked under both Natasha's and Tony's arms.
Ross turns to meet my gaze, quickly scanning our position on the couch with disbelief. A dozen thoughts filtered through his mind. One stuck out.
They seem so... normal.
Like we're not just heroes, we're not just the Avengers, we're human beings with capabilities of emotions just like anyone else. We care, just like anyone else.
He's misjudged us. I can tell how he makes his choice to let his guard down by the way he uncrossed his arms and relaxed his shoulders.
"It won't do Barnes any favors if he withholds information." He says flatly, without the usual ice in his tone from previously. "CCTV footage captures Barnes with the van, his face is clear as day."
"You mean the grainy black-and-white footage with only half his face?" I held back a scoff and shifted in my position to get comfortable. "He wasn't in Vienna, and neither was I. We were in Bucharest remember? That's where you found us."
Ross frowns, his brows furrowed. He chooses not to say anything and turns back to the monitor, but I know the doubt has been planted.
It didn't make sense that we were in Bucharest if we were suspects in the bombing in Vienna. The time frame didn't match.
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