Marvel Imangines

Too Dark For You - B.B

Kiki's POV

My contribution to the Avengers? Mind-manipulation. Reading minds, brainwashing, I can even kill someone if I wanted to.

I guess it's pretty ironic that I'm dating the person with the most broken mind. The Winter Soldier. When I'm bored, I like to read peoples minds. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I get traumatized and regret it for the rest of the month. But never had I try to read Bucky's mind. I know he has a rough past, and I respect his privacy. But, he's been acting odd ever since he got his birthday gift Steve gave to him.

His dog tags from WWII.

When he first saw them, he froze. He face looked between fear, realization, panic, and more. Once he came back to reality, he covered the tags back up, tucking them away. Even since then, Bucky takes them out and stares at them, whether in anger, sadness, or confusion. Every night. I'm worried for him. He refuses to tell me anything. So, I decided to do what I do best.

I slowly opened the door, making sure it isn't creak. There Bucky was again, staring at his dog tags, swirling the chain in his metal hand. I gulp. If I don't do this discreetly, bad things will happen. Sadly, I had to get closer. His was back to the door. I open it enough to where I can get my fat ass in. I ducked to be hidden by our bed. I didn't close the door completely so the lock didn't make a sound. He was still entrance by the jewelry. Sadly, my magic still wasn't strong enough. I had to get closer.

I crawled around the bed, brushing up against it until I got almost behind his chair. I accidentally made a loud sound when in boot brushed up against the comforter. Bucky flinched, but shook it off. I sigh of relief. I duck walk right behind his chair. I slowly inch up. I raise my hand, readying my magic.

All of a sudden, I blur tackled me. "Don't ever try to get inside my head," he snarled, slamming me against the wall. For several beats we stayed there, his grip crushing my throat. Finally, his steel eyes softened. "It's too dark for you." His grip loosed, sending air back into my body. I nodded, silent out of fear. He releases his metal hand off my neck, raising his flesh hand to caress my cheek. "I love you." He whispers.

"I love you too. Which is why I just want to help you. You won't open up to anyone. Maybe talking about it will help." I suggest. Bucky shakes his head while walking away.

"I'm fine." He growls through his teeth. I sigh, defeated.

"The memories. Are they good? Bad? Both?" I ask, walking towards him. Bucky flops back in the chair.

"You won't give this up, will ya?"HE asks in a tired voice. I sit in his lap and await my response. "Yeah, both. Flashes of my friends at the bar. Other flashes of me falling off the train. The pain of my arm breaking, the cold of the snow. Its all so vivid." He explains.

"How did that feel?" I ask while running my fingers through his hair. I was so tempted to read his mind. He laid his head on my chest.

"Better. Only because its you." He answers. I smile.