It's just a fanfiction

Chapter 3

"The Winter Soldier is still inside me." He started

"I know that but you referred to you as us, is he aware of what is going on?" I asked him curiously

Bucky? James shook his head.

"There can only be one of us using the body at a time but Winter tends to come out more when I am in a threatening situation." He explained to me

"Sort of what the Hulk does for Doctor Banner." I said nodding mostly to myself.

"Why do you sound funny?" he said probably referring to my accent

"I am not an American,"

"Where are you from? I don't think I've ever heard anyone with that accent before." James replied with a curiosity filling his eyes but underneath I could see the Soldier's calculated gaze.

"I am an Aussie from a little town in buttfuck nowhere." I told him

"That reminds me what would you like to be called, I will probably ask the Soldier the same question if he decides to come out and play." I told him

He gave a shrug, "I like James, Bucky reminds me of a man I am not. I don't even know your name."

"If you want my real name you're going to have to work for it. You can call me Angie." I told him as he gave a sideways glare

"If you know so much about me, you have me at a disadvantage, Angie." James said, trying to manipulate me into talking about myself.

"We have a long road trip ahead of us, if you're really that curious about little old me, there will be plenty of time for you to find out about me." I replied, causing a pout to form on his lips.

I am so going to regret this.

"Fine I will give you five questions a day, you can ask about me but you can't ask for my real name."

"Deal. how did you get into this 'world'." He said slightly doubt full as my hands gripped onto the steering wheel tightly as my knuckles turned a ghostly white. Inside my mind screamed at me like a banshee. Pain, Pain, PAIN... blinding pain. Nothing but pain. My breathing comes out in short bursts, almost wheezing. James looked concerned. It felt like I was on the verge of having a panic attack.

"Angie, you got to breath or were probably going to die." He told me calmly but there was a hint of urgency in his voice

Come on, Anglica. You're better than this. Think about the old woman who failed so hard at baking cookies but knew how to take apart a gun and reassemble it like cleaning her own kitchen. Think of the overgrown puppy who likes to cuddle with you when the summer storms rage on outside flooding the bridge to town. Think of Greg how the silver fox didn't know the lick of knowledge about a gun but owned a gun range. The man who served his country who was often found neck deep in soil under a tomato bush because he tracked mud into Mills clean kitchen.

The last one caused a giggle to escape from the throat. I didn't notice that my breathing was back to normal and no longer felt the blinding pain scream in my mind. It was just a dull ache of remembrance.

"Okay, got it that topic is off the table too." James said but his intency blue eyes still locked on me as if I was the ticking time bomb in the car.

"How did you calm down so quickly?" James asked me

"When I was little I had panic attacks almost hourly. It wasn't before I met an old woman who showed me how to calm down. Over the years they are not as constant but are always a bitch when they happen." I told him the bare minimum.