James had been looking around the edge of the door at them for ten minutes, having been unable to sleep and found his handler asleep with a large blond man. The blond man looked familiar but the images mostly brought up a small, sickly male in his mind. Surely this wasn't the Steve from the book, was it?
He shuffled slightly and his metal arm hit the wall. It made a dull thunk and he flinched slightly, wondering if he was going to get beaten. He had been beaten for disturbing his handlers rest on missions before. She had said she was different but he wasn't 100% sure, others had lied to him and then beaten him for the smallest infractions.
"James." Kayla had woken up, using her magic to keep Steve asleep. "What's wrong?"
"The Asset is unable to follow the order of going to sleep." James admitted, looking at her. He felt uncertainty yet again and it was such a bizarre feeling to him because he hadn't felt emotions in years.
"Lay in bed, close your eyes and picture a big room. Let the room slowly fill itself with whatever shows up, okay? There's a pen and a pad of paper on the nightstand in your room. Once I come in tomorrow, I want you to write down a description of what shows up." Kayla ordered tiredly and he nodded, slipping away back to his room. She closed her eyes again, snuggling into Steve's chest and falling back asleep relatively quickly.
There was much to do but the middle of the night wasn't the time to do it. She figured that everything could be done in the morning.
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Deity
FanfictionWhat if Steve was saved from the ice before he froze fully? What if his savior was a literal goddess who could save Bucky too?
