-𝑵𝑶 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑫𝑰𝑬-
Persephone De Luca is a mysterious, knife throwing, future predicting badass who has a certain winter soldier confused and annoyed. Why can't he seem to get through her tough exterior? Also...why can't he beat her during...
"What am I now? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around? I'm fallin' again" - Harry Styles
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Bucky's PoV ⋆ ☽ ⋆
It had been a week since Steve and the team had left for a mission.
Percy and I had been training together, teaching each other our techniques and such.
I'd noticed how slowly she was opening up to me, every now and then she'd throw in bits about her in conversation-she was beginning to trust me. If I was honest, I was starting to trust her too. There was something magnetic about her that I just couldn't explain; it's like every time I stared into her green orbes I knew I couldn't leave...
"Soldier" a soft voice called from outside my bedroom door.
It was around 1am, the night outside was pitch black and the facility quiet. Percy should be asleep but I knew she had the same issues I did: nightmares.
"Come in" I hollered.
The door opened to reveal Percy; she wore black sleeping shorts and a dark red Henley shirt that was drenched in sweat. Her hair was barely held together by a small band, messy with curls framing her pale face that glistened with sweat too. She bit her lip showing her fear-a rare emotion I saw from her.
"Percy" I whispered sadly at her appearance.
"I-I had a dream" she gulped.
I blinked at her, stumbling over what to do in my head.
She was stood here, tear stains on her cheeks, mussed hair and fearful eyes: she was showing herself to me.
I valued her rawness with me and felt special that out of everyone me and I think the only person who'd ever seen her mildly upset was Tony and possibly Pietro. I understood how hard it was to show your emotions after hydra; they stripped you of your humanity.
Like you didn't deserve emotions.
"Can I hug you, Percy?" I asked for her permission because I knew after Hydra, the touch of another that wasn't violent was foreign to me.
She mulled this over with herself before nodding lightly.
I lifted myself from the warmth of my sheets and slowly approached her as if she was a deer that would run off if I made any sudden movements...I gently pulled her into my chest, encasing her with my arms. I felt her squeeze me tighter but said nothing about the hot tears I felt on my shirt-instead I cupped the back of her head with my metal fist.
