"Liv?"
I looked up, my eyes meeting a pair of sad eyes. They seemed almost familiar. I furrowed my brows. "w-who-?" My head started hurting and I held my head wincing. "not again."
"Liv are you okay?" I felt a soft hand on my cheek. I was breathing heavily. "please make it stop!" I cried out the pain feeling too intense.
"I- I can't. Doll what's wrong?" His worried voice cuts through me making me feel an oddly familiar ache in my chest.
An image floats through my mind, an image of a carnival and a name. "James." I mumbled out again.
"Yes, that's me." I hear him say, as his arms wrap around my back. I wince and get pulled out of whatever trance I was in. "Stop please." I whimper.
"I'm sorry." He pulled back.
"I know you..." I looked up at him with furrowed brows. "How?"
"It's a long story, Doll." His eyes watered.
As if on instinct my hand reached up to his cheek but I stopped myself. "why are you upset?"
He shook his head. "I just can't believe you're here."
I looked at him trying to remember where I know him from. His name is James... and my heart hurts thinking of him. That's all I know.
"What else do you remember?" He asked hopefully.
"I- I don't know... it's too much." I pulled my hand back. "I just want it all to stop hurting." I closed my eyes holding my head between my hands.
"I need to get you out of here." He said and unlocked my chains.
"But Tony said-"
"I don't give a F-" he took a deep breath. "Tony doesn't always know best okay? Not on this at least." He offered a hand for me to stand.
I looked at it confused. It was made of a weird metal. My hand reached out and traced it out of curiosity.
James inhaled sharply. "we should go before he comes back. " He took my hand helping me up. "are you okay to walk?"
I nod. "I'm fine." I stand and hug my arms as I walk past him.
"Please, no funny business okay?" He all but begged.
I nodded. "weirdly, I trust you." I bit my lip looking down.
He smiled softly. "follow me." He looked around and walked me down a hallway then up some stairs. "quickly." He whispered and pulled me into a room a few floors up.
I looked around the pretty plain room, it had a nicely done bed and a small radio by the bedside along with a few other older things. The light from the windows illuminated the room.
"Is this where you stay?" I turned to ask him.
He stood there with his hands tucked in his pockets. "sometimes." He nods.
"It's nice." I looked back and furrowed my brows seeing a picture sticking out of a notebook. "what's this?" I asked walking over and grabbing it without his permission.
It was an old photograph of James at Coney Island with a girl. "That looks like me.." I mumbled.
"It's because it is..." James said walking up beside be.
"No, it can't be. This was years ago..." I looked up at him. "but you... You're young." I softly caressed his cheek.
He closed his eyes, he seemed in pain, like he was going to break down any second now.
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The Sergeants Gal (Bucky Barnes)
FanfictionOlivia Ward (oc) x Bucky Barnes. 1940's fanfic Olivia ward falls in love with the Charming Bucky Barnes. A wonderful story with a few surprising twists and turns. Past, present, and future. (Disclaimer: I do not own any of the marvel characters.)