Steve's POV:
I wake the next morning Charlie still holding onto me, and Bucky snuggled close to her, his head resting on her back and his arm wrapped around her waist. I watch their steady breathing as Bucky's body rises and falls with hers. Gently I wipe her hair out of her face, and try to ease out from under her. She slightly stirs and tilts her head towards me, "Sleep, princess. That's an order from your Captain." Eyes never opening she smiles at me, flipping her body around, burrowing into Bucky's chest. He adjusts his weight to fully wrap his arms around her, resting his head on top of hers.
I stand up walking to the window, looking out into the streets below. One more day, and we'll be heading to Siberia, hopefully beating the doctor to the other winter soldiers. I hear Sam get up, turning to look at him, I see him look to Charlie and Bucky before turning his attention to me. "What did you do Steve?" I tilt my head at him, not sure what he's referring to. "You're not bothered?" He motions his hands to my two sleeping friends. I shake my head no. "I thought she meant more to you than that."
I sigh. "Sam, we're friends."
He lets out an exasperated breath. "You love her." He states. I nod my head. "And yet, you're not bothered she's falling for Bucky. You pushed them together last night."
I look back at them. They're still peacefully sleeping, Bucky quietly snoring, while Charlie hums into his chest. I can't help but smile. I turn my attention back out the window. "It's complicated."
"No shit."
"I want her, them, safe...happy. Look at them." Sam turns and looks, huffing and shaking his head. "It doesn't make sense, but I know she's protected, and so he is."
"They just met, and look how...close they are."
How do I explain this? "I was the same way; you didn't say anything to me." I smirk over at him. "Do you not feel her warmth?" Sam looks at me confused. "It's like she has this warmth radiating from her, pulling me to her. It's like, like she's a drug. It's intoxicating."
"You're such an addict." He laughs. "I feel the warmth I guess, but not the way you two do. Obviously. But I just want to protect her, and you. I don't trust him. He' too easily controlled." He removes his gaze from me. "Charlie, too. Princess?" He scoffs. "Don't try to control her out there. If you do, you're no better than Hydra." I look back at Charlie. He's right. I shouldn't use our relationship to control her when we're fighting.
"I know....I want her safe. She has a need to prove herself to me."
"Trust her, like you do him." I nod my head. Bucky stirs. His eyes open looking down at her, kissing her forehead gently, he raises his eyes and meets mine. Uncomfortably he tries to pull himself away from her. I put my hand out telling him to stop, let her sleep.
Turning back to look at the streets outside, I hear her let out a yawn, she sits up stretching and popping her neck. Bucky stands, reaching a hand to help her stand. "Thank you," she whispers and walks over to me. Wrapping her arms around my waist she leans against my back and inhales; I hold onto her hands. "Morning, Steve," She whispers. "When will everyone get here?"
I brush my fingers against her arm, causing chill bumps. "Tomorrow. We're meeting with Sharon," she pulls away, "to bring us our gear." I turn back to her. "Charlie, she's helping us out." Sam walks away from us.
"She doesn't like me." I let out a sigh and shake my head. "She doesn't Steve. She, she's jealous I guess." I laugh. "It's not funny."
"Just play nice. She's risking her job to help us out."
"To help you out. She'll probably forget my stuff."
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Third Person POV:
"Thunder only happens when it's raining, players only love you when they're playing." Charlie is in a corner, earbuds in listening to her iPod, bopping her head to the beat of the music softly singing, looking out at nothing. Steve and Sam are near the window watching and planning. Bucky walks over to Charlie, sitting down. She smiles up at him, still softly singing and hands him an earbud. Bucky places it in his ear, smiling over to her. He follows her lead and bops his head with the music.
Sam Cooke "Bring It on Home to Me" begins playing. Bucky stands, reaching his hand down to Charlie, "Dance with me, doll." She uses his hand to pull herself up, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, he timidly places his hands on her hips, looking over to Steve. Steve briefly peeks at the two dancing out of the corner of his eyes, smiling, before returning his attention back to Sam.
"If you ever change your mind, about leaving, leaving me behind. Oh baby, bring it to me. Bring your sweet loving. Bring it on home to me. Yeah,"
"Yeah." Sam joins in echoing Charlie's singing smiling at her, much like the song, before continuing his conversation with Steve.
Charlie continues softly singing to Bucky, her face vibrant and animated with her expressions. He can't help but smile a big toothy grin at her. Despite their intense situation she's bringing a warmth and lightness to their last hours before all hell breaks loose. The innocent and playful dancing softens his heart, Steve is a lucky man, he thinks. Sam walks over to the dancing pair, reaching out his hand, Bucky reluctantly releases his grip on her, allowing her to take his hand. He dramatically spins her out, bringing her back close to him and singing the song with her. They continue to dance before Steve cuts in, Charlie's face beams up at him, pulling herself close to his chest, she rests her head on him, and he tightly wraps his arms around her and they dance closely. Charlie continues singing into his chest, her and Bucky are the only ones actually hearing the music. There is a calm over the veterans and Charlie, the last bit of peace before their impending war.
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Bucky's POV:
Charlie didn't get much sleep last night, her anxiety caused her to wake up throughout the night, pacing around the room. I could hear her taking her time breathing, counting each inhale and exhale. She would come back to sit in between me and Steve, rest her head on him, placing her hand close to me, and I would take her hand in mine, giving a quick squeeze. Resting only for a bit before she would start the process all over again. Steve and I never said anything to her. There's nothing to say. We all hope we can get out of the country safe, but we're prepared with our growing numbers. Tomorrow we'll meet with Sharon to get our gear, and meet with Clint (I have learned this is Charlie's uncle), Wanda, and a Scott. Scott isn't someone that Charlie has ever met. I couldn't tell if Charlie was anxious about seeing Sharon or the prospect of a fight with her friends. Probably both.
Steve guides us to our getaway car. An old Volkswagen Beetle. Sam lifts the seat and Charlie crawls in. He looks at me with a glaring smile, "You too, tinman." I get in beside Charlie and she places her small hand on my thigh before leaning onto my shoulder.
"You should try and get some sleep princess. I know you didn't rest much. We've got a little bit of a drive until we reach Sharon." Charlie yawns and smiles up at Steve before closing her eyes. Not long into the drive I can hear her sweet, soft humming noise escaping from her mouth. She's asleep.
We reach the destination where we meet Sharon. Steve closes the door and I hear Charlie exhale loudly. I glance down at her and eyes never open. "I hate her." Sam laughs up front. She places my flesh hand over top hers. "Can I shoot her?" She giggles.
"Not in public." I respond with a chuckle.
"Just be thankful she's willing to help us out." Sam calls back. She scoffs up at him and shifts further away from me, her eyes briefly look up to Steve and Sharon talking, she turns her head looking out her side of the window.
I'm now uncomfortable with the situation playing in front of us, Charlie's growing hatred for Sharon, and physically uncomfortable with Sam's seat pushed back into my legs. Sam's glaring at Steve and Sharon as she opens the trunk to her car, revealing everyone's gear, thankfully Charlie's is there as well. "Can you move your seat up?" I flatly ask him.
"No." He responds.
My eyes don't leave the pair in front of me, she's flirting with Steve. To the side of my eyes, I see Charlie pat the middle of the back seat, wanting me to scoot over closer. Sharon glances over at us, I glare at her and shift my body beside Charlie's. Sharon's body goes closer to Steve's as she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him. He returns the gesture. I place my hand on Charlie's thigh, gently squeezing it. "They're kissing, aren't they?"
"No worse than what you and the cyborg did." Sam responds, still not removing his gaze.
Charlie sighs, "Steve was a part of that too." Her lips get a bit of a devilish grin, thinking of our night together. She huffs again, sitting up to look at them right as they pull away. Sharon turns from Steve and gets in her car. Steve looks at the ground before at all of us. Sam smiles nodding his head, I smirk, Charlie is throwing daggers with her eyes. Steve straightens up with an annoyed look on his face before turning back to grab everyone's gear. He places it in the trunk of the Beetle and gets in.
We all sit silently not knowing what to say, "Well that was awkward. I can see now why she hates me."
"Charlie don't." Steve warns. She stiffens next to me, but doesn't respond. We drive to the airport silently, but Charlie places her hand over mine, tucking her fingers around my metal hand, using her thumb to draw circles on top. She doesn't recoil from my prosthetic arm.
We arrive to the airport. We shouldn't have let Steve drive. He struggled with the Beetle. Steve parks close to a van and gets out, lifting the seat for Charlie to exit, offering her a hand. She glares up at him before helping herself out. Sam and I exit the small car as well. A man walks around the van and Charlie beams up at him before running to him, he encases her in his arms picking her up and spins them both around. Clint. He places her back down looking her up and down, making sure she's ok. "Thank you, Steve." Steve walks closer and Charlie stiffens, the moment isn't lost on Clint but he doesn't question it.
"You know we wouldn't have called, if we had any other choice." Steve reaches his hand out to shake the mans.
"Hey, man, you're doing me a favor. Besides, I owe a debt." He looks down at Charlie before turning and looking at a woman walking over to Charlie and Steve. Wanda. His gaze turns to Sam and then me, glaring, before turning and looking at Charlie grimacing.
"Thanks for having my back." Steve acknowledges Wanda. Sam walks over to them and stands behind, but placed in between Steve and Charlie.
"It was time to get off my ass." Clint smiles and looks at Wanda with a knowing glance.
"How about our other recruit?" Steve asks Clint.
"He's rarin' to go. Had to put a little coffee in him..."
"Coffee?" Charlie's demeanor changes, piping up.
"Got you some, too." Clint walks over to the van, yanking the sliding door open. The door slams open and the man jumps awake. Scott. "He should be good."
Sam fully comes in between Charlie and Steve crossing his arms looking at Scott. "What time zone is this?" He stumbles out of the van looking at Clint confused as to where he is.
"Come on. Come on." Clint annoyingly answers, tapping Scott's back pushing him closer to the trio. Scott notices Steve and a shocked expression crosses his eyes.
"Captain America." He answers excitedly shaking his hands. "Mr. Lang." Steve responds. Scott doesn't drop Steve's hand. "It's an honor. I'm shaking your hand too long. Wow! This is awesome! Captain America." He turns looking at Wanda, "I know you, too. You're great." Scott turns to Steve and squeezes his shoulders, feeling his muscles. "Geeze." Charlie lets out a giggle looking at Wanda. Scott focuses back on her, "Wow, you're the winter princess." Charlie's giggles stop. "Ah, look, I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super people, so thinks for thanking of me. Hey, man!" He turns to Sam.
"What's up, Tic Tac?"
"Uh, good to see you. Look, what happened last time when I..."
"It was a great audition, but it'll never happen again."
"Did they tell you what we're up against?" Steve interjects.
"Something about some psycho-assassins?" He glances over at me and then Charlie, winter princess makes sense now. The world views her as my partner.
"We're outside the law on this one. So, if you come with us, you're a wanted man."
"Yeah, well, what else is new?"
"We should get moving." I answer, we've been standing for too long. Charlie turns to me and starts to walk over. Again, Clint glares at me.
"We got a chopper lined up." Clint says looking at Charlie.
A man's voice comes over the speaker in German. "They're evacuating the airport." Charlie reaches my side, and pulls me to the trunk of the car to get everyone's gear out.
"Stark." Sam states simply looking at Steve. He looks over to Charlie. They need to say what they need to say, and quickly.
"Stark?" Lang asks, looking at anyone that will answer him.
"Suit up." Steve responds. He glances back at Charlie, and she tosses him his suit. Walking closer to us, he acts like he's about to say something, "Don't, Steve. We're friends. Wherever you go I go." He cups her face with his hand, using his thumb to caress her. "I've got you."
"I know." She whispers. She's forgiven him. She glances over at me offering me a smile. Charlie finishes suiting up, I forgot how sexy she looked in that, she checks every holster and pocket, ensuring that all her arsenal is present. When she's satisfied Clint jogs over.
"Hey, kid, they...they treating you, ok?" He glares over at me and Charlie responds with a nod. "Winter princess huh?"
"Shut up. That's not my name, papa bear."
He smiles and gives her his hand; she takes it and closes her eyes. I know he'll be able to see her emotions, Charlie pulls away from him and he nods. He faces me, "We'll talk later, but you better keep her safe."
"What did you show him?" I ask.
"It doesn't always work that way. I can project my feelings, but sometimes stronger feelings come through." She shrugs, "He knows you haven't tried to hurt me." I reach for her neck rubbing the faint bruising and she brushes my hand away. "He knows I'll fight to the death to keep you and Steve safe."
"No one's dying, doll."
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Charlie's POV:
Steve is explaining the plan to everyone, and his eyes turn to me, "Charlie, I want you with Sam and Bucky." I nod my head. "Try to stay out of the sight of Tony." We jog off from the group.
"What's the deal with you and Tony?" Bucky asks.
"He's kind of, well he's like Clint. We're just not related. He's not happy with me and Steve. He kind of hates you. The Accords have left things heated."
Sam laughs, "Is that what you want to call it?" We stop and await Steve's signal. Please let this go well.
I can't hear what anyone is saying, but I can see that Tony and Rhodey are talking to Steve, everyone seems calm. For now. Then I see him, T'Challa. I shift closer to Bucky and pull at his hand. T'Challa wants Bucky dead. No one's dying, doll. I keep repeating that in my head. Tony begins moving around, I see the anger painted on his face. My heart aches, no one wanted to see us fight amongst ourselves.
Nat comes around the corner. There goes another piece of my heart. How many times must it break in one day? Someone launches a white substance at Steve's shield, and then at his hands, tying them together. They land on a truck looking up at Steve, holding his shield. What the hell?
"Who the hell is Spider-Man?" Bucky whispers over to me and Sam. Super soldier. Super hearing, it can be annoying, but this time it's a welcome feature. Sam and I shake our heads. No idea who Spider-Man is. Tony's features are pained, he's angry. Hurt. "He's not happy about Steve getting all of you involved."
"Our choice, Buck." I respond. I can't look away from Tony. His expressions are breaking another piece off of what's left of my heart.
"He got it." Sam looks at us. Redwing's been looking for our escape ride. "We found it. Their Quinjet's in hangar five, north runway." He responds over coms to the team, to Steve. Bucky pulls at my arm and we three run towards our getaway.
I look over, Rhodey has spotted us. I pick up my speed. Steve throws his shield at him, and I see T'Challa trying to run towards us, and Steve turns his attention to him. He's going to be the problem. He wants Bucky dead. No one's dying, doll.
"What the hell is that?" Bucky screams, I look up, Spider-Man lands on the glass roof above us.
Sam glances up too, "Everyone's got a gimmick now."
He uses his white substance, webbing...Spider-Man, to swing through the glass. Sam stops to deal with him, and Bucky pushes me over to the side that's further away from Spider-Man. His feet make contact with Sam throwing him to the side, Bucky stops and throws a punch with his metal arm to Spider-Man, and he catches it. Bucky looks at him confused. Spider-Man is strong.
"You have a metal arm? That is awesome, dude." He's a kid! What the hell Tony? Bringing them in younger and younger. I spin around kicking the kid off Bucky, and Sam flies up catching him, flying away. Bucky smiles at me and I pull his arm running towards our getaway again.
The kid is able to free himself from Sam's arm using his webbing. He swings around facing back at me and Bucky. "Wait, you're the winter princess!"
"I wish people would quit calling me that!" I swing my body around using my legs to wrap around his waist and use my arms to pull him down, pinning him. "The name's Charlie."
"Peter." Bucky comes behind us, again using his metal arm to punch him and Peter catches it.
"Could you quit trying to kill him Bucky?"
"We're just playing, doll." He smiles and Peter uses his webbing to pull himself away. Sam flies over to him again grabbing him, Bucky and I continue running towards our destination. Peter swings away from Sam, effortlessly weaving through the building. Sam shoots back at him, and Peter swings away, narrowly being missed.
"Bucky do something!" He glances over and picks up a large sign throwing it at him.
"Hey, buddy, I think you lost this!" Peter shouts, Bucky and I look around the pillar, we were hiding behind. Peter caught the damn thing and is throwing it back. Bucky grabs my wrist pulling me behind the pillar. It smacks the pillar and Bucky lets out a growl.
"You ok doll?"
"Fine." I pull him and we're off running again. Sam knocks Peter off his perch with his feet before Peter swings away again and shoots webbing at Sam's wings, causing Sam to fall. The kids unnaturally good. Sam crashes into a kiosk and stands up before Peter shoots webbing at his hands, cuffing him to the railing.
"Those wings carbon fiber?" Peter asks him.
"Is this stuff coming out of you?" Sam glances down at his hands.
"That would explain the rigidity-flexibility ratio." I smile shaking my head. "Which, gotta say, that's awesome, man."
"I don't know if you've been in a fight before, but there's usually not this much talking."
"Alright, sorry. My bad." He lets out another webbing towards the ceiling, ready to swing at Sam before me and Bucky can reach Sam, trying to block him. Peter's kick knocks off the glass banister and we go crashing down to the floor below us, landing with a crunch. Peter was able to shoot webbing around Sam's torso trapping his arms, webbing at Bucky's metal arm, and pins my arms above my head. I let out a grunt.
"Guys, look, I'd love to keep this up, but I've only got one job here today...and I got to impress Mr. Stark, so, I'm really sorry." He begins to shoot more webbing at us before Redwing launches at his arm, "Wait. What?" Flying him out of the building.
I collapse my head onto the floor grunting at the glass that's behind me stabbing into my body. Bucky and Sam are tired and frozen in place, sprawled out. "You couldn't have done that earlier?" Bucky responds.
"I hate you."
I sigh, shuffling a leg closer to Bucky, "Reach into the pocket on my thigh, there's a knife there, Buck. You can cut us free." His hands roam around my leg. "Uh, yeah, not there. I meant the outside of my thigh." I shift my eyes towards him. A chuckle escapes his lips.
"Sorry, doll, I can't see with my hands." He grabs the knife out and cuts off the webbing on his arms. He jumps up standing over at me smiling. "You look good like this."
"Would you two get a room?" Sam huffs. Bucky leans over cutting me free. Tucking the knife in one of his own pockets. I roll my eyes at him and reach down and grab another, not removing my eyes from him, and then squat to cut Sam free.
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We finally reach the others, joining the formation, running out to our ride. Bucky and Sam to my left, Clint and Scott on my right, Wanda behind me, and Steve in front of me. I pick up my speed. We're getting closer until Vision beams a line on the tarmac. Literally lines are drawn. We all stop. "Captain Rogers, I know you believe what you're doing is right." The rest of the Avengers form on the other side of the line, "But for the collective good, you must surrender now."
"What do we do, Cap?" Sam asks.
"We fight." Wanda and I walk beside one another, advancing on the others. None of us wanted it to come to this.
Almost reading my mind, Nat shrugs her head, "This is going to end well." They begin marching towards us. We all glance around to one another before picking up our speed to a run.
"They're not stopping." Peter looks to Tony.
"Neither are we." Tony and Rhodey lift off the ground, joining Vision and continue heading towards us. Wanda and Sam lift off the tarmac as well, each prepared to take on another flyer. Tony heading straight towards Steve. No one's dying, doll. A few already make contact.
I run with Bucky towards T'Challa. He crashes into him knocking him to the ground before I kick him off. He propels himself back up heading straight towards Bucky, hitting him and Bucky returning the punch. T'Challa's body is pushed to face at me and I begin fighting him. Bucky comes back behind him, and T'Challa kicks me back and I fall on the ground. I look over to Steve and Tony and pick myself up off the ground. Bucky is able to knock T'Challa down again, and he wastes no time in getting back up, ready to pounce. Spinning my leg, I kick at his stomach, and he catches it slinging me to the ground. Bucky grabs at his neck with his left arm and T'Challa does the same, jabbing him in the stomach with his knee. "I didn't kill your father."
"Then why did you run?" He pulls Bucky's arm off his neck. Bucky escapes, punching at the arm, while his right arm connects with T'Challa as he takes them both down. Standing back up he kicks a leg up to Bucky's face launching him to box filled pallets. T'Challa's claws protrude out and I run to him, swinging my legs around his neck and proceed to punch him. He throws me off and advances his claws to Bucky's neck. Wanda is able to use her magic to stop him and sends him flying into a carrier. I nod my thanks to her and reach a hand down to Bucky. "Not letting me go are Ya doll?"
"Shut up." I tell Bucky. Wanda shoots us a knowing glance.
"I'll talk to you about this later." She calls back.
"What was that about?" Bucky smirks.
"She reads minds. Let's find Steve and get the hell out of here." I pull at his arm and we set out to find Steve. When we find him, I run over to him. He quickly glances over me, checking to see if I'm okay. "We gotta go. That guy's probably in Siberia by now." Bucky looks over to us.
"We gotta draw out the flyers." Steve responds, we both look around at our settings. "I'll take Vision; you two get to the jet." He points at me and Bucky. I back up looking at him about to protest.
"No, you get to the jet." Sam shouts over coms. "All three of you! The rest of us aren't getting out of here."
"As much as I hate to admit it...if we're gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it." Clint responds. I look up at Steve, he cups my cheek and mouths, "I love you." I grimace and mouth it back. He looks over to Bucky, inhaling deeply.
"This isn't the real fight, Steve."
His hand drops from my cheek. "Alright Sam. What's the play?"
"We need a diversion. Something big."
"I got something kinda big. But I can't hold it very long. On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half...don't come back for me." Scott responds.
Bucky looks over at us confused shaking his head. "He's gonna tear himself in half?" I return his confused stare, shrugging my shoulders.
"You sure about this, Scott?" Steve asks, taking my hand in his.
"I do it all the time. I mean, once. In a lab. Then I passed out."
"And Steve, Bucky, take care of her. Charlie, fight like hell." Clint tells us. If caught he's going to prison. Another piece of my heart breaks off.
"Stay safe, papa bear." With that Scott's body appears out of nowhere, shooting up sixty feet, grabbing a hold of Rhodey's legs. We move closer together looking up at Scott, "I guess that's our signal." I glance between the two super soldiers. Bucky shakes his head dismayed.
"Way to go, Tic Tac!"
I turn with Steve and Bucky and we head towards the Quinjet. Scott is able to block the majority of the attacks heading towards us thankfully. Another beam shoots out hitting the top of the hangar, collapsing it right in front of us. I see the wiggly woos, Wanda has caught it with her magic. I turn back to her, silently thanking my friend. Bucky pulls at my arm guiding me and Steve to run faster.
Someone must have distracted Wanda because it starts to actually fall. Steve grabs me pulling me faster, covering us with the shield. We somehow made it through unscathed only to find Nat. Steve runs ahead a bit more before stopping.
"You're not gonna stop." Nat states, knowing that we are in fact not going to stop.
"You know I can't."
She sighs bringing her Black Widow's bite up pointing it at him, "I'm gonna regret this." At the last second, she shifts, shooting between me and Steve, causing me to jump closer to Bucky. She hits T'Challa who's made his way into the hangar behind us. "Go." She tells us. We run into the Quinjet, trying to get out of here as quickly as possible. To stop the fighting, and get away from the flyers. Nat continues to shoot her Black Widow's bite at T'Challa, buying us some time.
Steve powers up the jet, and T'Challa attempts to grab onto a wheel, but we were able to get out. I breathe a sigh of relief looking out the window. "Beside us, Steve." He looks over and sees Rhodey flying closer, Tony following closely behind. Steve accelerates the jet. I see another beam from Vision and turn around. The beam hits Rhodey and I see him plummeting to the ground below. No, no! No one's dying, doll. Bucky grabs ahold of my hand, giving it a tight squeeze. Steve looks out noticing what happened. Sam and Tony fly down to trying to reach Rhodey.
"Charlie, we have a mission. I'm sorry."
"I didn't want this." I stare back ahead.
"I know." He responds softly.
"No one's dying, doll." I turn and meet Bucky's eyes. He can't know that, but I meet him with a meek smile. And we make our way to Siberia.
Around twenty minutes pass, all of us sitting silently. I can't handle it anymore. "Steve, I need.... " I start, and then stop. Steve takes his eyes from the front of the jet, looking at me. "I'm going to walk around." I pace around the jet, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Counting each breath. I need Steve. I understand what he means when he asks me that. I can't tell him.
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Bucky's POV:
She needs Steve. He's dead set on the mission, even though he knows she needs him. When he glanced back at her, I saw he needed her. Neither wanting to say anything to the other. Not really knowing what to say with me here. His jaw tenses, but he continues to turn back watching her pace.
"What's going to happen to your friends." I ask him. Charlie continues ignoring us and I hear her counting her breaths. I turn my head blankly staring out the front of the jet.
Steve sighs. "Whatever it is...I'll deal with it." He glances back at Charlie, eyes glossy. He wants to deal with our current situation, but is refusing to, his emotions overwhelming him. We have about six hours until we arrive. She's going to pace a trail on the jet if he doesn't do something.
"I don't know if I'm worth all this Steve." Charlie pauses, I sense her staring at me. She's not ignoring us, but she continues her pacing shortly after. Steve turns noticing her pause.
"What you did all those years...it wasn't you. You didn't have a choice."
"I know." I look up looking in his direction. "But I did it." Silence. Besides Charlie's pacing, breathing, and counting. She stops, bringing her hands to her head, she pulls at her hair groaning. She wants to say something. "Talk to her." I whisper.
"We're on a mission."
"And she's falling apart." She begins pacing. Breathing. Counting. I get up with a huff to go to her. She doesn't stop, she vaguely acknowledges I'm closer. I go to grab her hand and she slaps it away. "Doll." She pauses and looks at me, before her eyes find Steve. His head turns to the side.
"Will you not even look at me?" He turns his full body around. "The jet has autopilot you know?" Tears brim at her eyes. He puts the jet on autopilot, giving her his full attention.
"You want to talk about it, princess?" She shakes her head no. "Then what is it?" She moves her face from Steve's eyes, looking into mine and back at Steve. "I need...." I move to go back to my seat. She's embarrassed to say she needs him in front of me. "Don't." She looks at my movement, pulling at my wrist.
"Princess, you're going to have to do more than one syllables."
"Do you not need me?" She barely whispers as a tear rolls down her cheek. Steve rushes over to her wrapping his arms around her. I turn to go to sit back in my seat, and she pulls at my wrist again.
"Of course, I need you. I always need you, princess." Steve pulls back searching her face. She looks down.
"But you haven't...you didn't tell me."
"We're on a mission." She looks back up at him, and he wipes her tear with his thumb.
"But...I need you." He plants a sweet kiss on her lips, and pulling back looking at her. "Steve, please." She hiccups. Steve turns to me.
"Are you okay?" I nod at him, and go to take my seat. Charlie must turn to look at me. "What is it princess?"
"I don't...I don't know." I turn to look back at them, her eyes are staring at me.
"Does it bother you, him being here?" She shakes her head no. "Do you...do you need him too?" Steve turns to look at me. My eyes are wide.
"I don't know."
"Charlie, it's not lost on me that you like having him close. We're friends, talk to me."
"Princess." Charlie weakly smiles.
"Princess, use your empathy." He holds out his hand for her to take, she holds onto it and closing her eyes. When she opens her eyes to look at him, she whispers, "I'm sorry."
"No, it's ok. I didn't help matters." He places his hand on her cheek. "I've got you...do you want me to ask?" She nods, and he places a kiss on her forehead. "Before or after?"
"After." He leads her to the back, and closes the door.
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Charlie's POV:
Steve leads me into the back, closing the door. He picks me up and pushes me back on the wall, slamming his lips into mine. Our kisses are full of hunger, we both needed one another. Today was mentally draining. My heart is fragmented and luckily, I have Steve to bring some normalcy back. And Bucky. I push him out of my mind for now, and focus solely on Steve. He puts my feet back on the ground, "Get undressed." I comply. He himself begins taking off his suit.
Our eyes lock back to one another and he picks me back up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He put his hand up to my cheek, fingers on my neck holding my face close to his. I whimper into his mouth and he lets out a growl. He pulls me back from him, allowing me to slip his throbbing cock into my core. My held tilts back as Steve uses his arms to thrust me on him, "Eyes on me princess." I return my eyes back to Steve's, smiling down at him, he gives me a devilish grin.
Not pulling himself out of me, he shifts our weight to lay me on the floor, tunneling deep into my drenched pussy. I let out a pleasured mewl and pull Steve's mouth onto mine. Our kisses become sloppy and he pulls away, looking down, smiling at me, "You're so beautiful princess." He speeds up his penetrating. I arch my back, scratching into his arms as I let out a loud, "Captain." After I climax, he pulls out of me, grabbing my arm, sitting my body up. He walks closer to me, straddling my legs, "Open your mouth." I comply. He shoves his erection into my mouth. Grabbing the back of my head he steers my movements. I bob my head, looking up at him, "Such a good fucking whore you are." I hum on his dick. His movements become irregular, and he cums into my mouth. Pulling back, "Swallow." I comply, wiping the little bit that dribbled down my chin, licking it off my fingers. "I love you."
I return his smile, "I love you, too." He opens up a cabinet and throws me a blanket and large shirt, before dressing himself. He walks over to another cabinet grabbing some water and drinking before handing the water to me.
Steve pets my cheek, gazing down at me with a bright smile. "I'm going to talk to Bucky."
"Are you okay? With this I mean."
"Princess, we're friends...with benefits." He winks.
"For now."
"For now." He responds. "I'm okay, if you are." He walks through the door closing it behind him.
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Bucky's POV:
Steve takes Charlie behind a door, closing it behind them. What did she show him? I look out the window, watching the clouds. It's complicated. It's what they both told me, but they do love one another. I fear they're resisting having a real relationship because of their job. Or is there something else...someone else? And now after today, they're on the run. I haven't talked much to her about what she would want in her future. No doubt people don't want this life. It just happens. When is the fighting going to end? I lean my head back on the seat closing my eyes.
The door opens and only Steve comes through. He walks to the front seat. "She needs you." He doesn't turn his face to look at me.
"What?"
"In any capacity that you're okay with."
"Steve?" He turns to face me.
"What?"
I shake my head at him. "What do you want from me?"
"To go back there and see her."
"She needs me like she needs you? Or she just wants to talk? What?" He sighs. "Don't tell me it's complicated. I think we're far from that."
"You don't want to be near her?" I smile nodding my head. "Can you not see she wants to be near you?" Again, I nod my head. "Not everything has to be sexual. That's just, a perk."
"She's yours."
"I would say she's yours too."
"She was jealous of Sharon."
"Sharon's been cold towards her, and she took Charlie by surprise."
"You're ok with all this?"
"I was the one who mentioned it to you." He shrugs turning around. "In our life we don't get to have something concrete. Not anymore. Please, just go see her. It doesn't have to be sexual. You could just sleep. There's a bed back there to sleep. She just wants to feel you near her." I stand up to walk back there and pause. "It's okay, Buck." And I make my way behind the door, closing it behind me.
Charlie is sitting on the floor, a too big shirt hangs off her skin, suit haphazardly thrown on the floor. She's taken her hair out of the ponytail, the band resting around her wrist, brushing her hair with her fingers. "Hey." She smiles up at me.
"Hey, doll." She pats the floor beside her. I sit down.
"We never got your back pack returned to us."
"It's ok."
"What was in it?" She turns her body to face mine, legs crisscrossed.
"Memories." She looks at me confused. "Notebooks of memories. Anytime I remembered something from my past, I wrote it down. I was scared I would lose them all again." She reaches for my right hand, taking it in hers. "They really messed me up."
"It's nothing that can't be fixed. With work, and time." I give her a weak smile. "Do you think we could ever live a normal life after this?"
"Hopefully. What are we fighting for if not?" She nods her head. We sit in silence for a moment, her fingers tracing the outline of my hand. I didn't realize how these perfectly innocent moments with her calm me. Grounds me.
"Do you think my empathy could ever help you? Or it could ever be used to help you?" I look up at her with squinting eyes. "I mean, you said Hydra, put words in your head to turn you to the Winter Soldier. There has to be a way to get them out."
She's perfect. A perfect little doll. It wasn't long ago she was falling apart. She watched her family rage war against one another. Watched one falling from the sky. A man she viewed as a father, fighting her Captain. And now she's calmed and asking how she can help me. All of our encounters with one another have been with someone around us. Or chasing us. I smile over to her, "It means the world that you would be willing to try."
"You didn't deserve that life. You're kind." I reach my hand around her neck my thumb petting her jaw. "Perfect." She looks at my lips. "Beautiful." She thinks I'm perfect. I slowly pull her closer to me kissing her lips softly. "James." She whispers. No one calls me that, but it's angelic coming from her mouth. I adjust our bodies to lay on the floor, myself hovering over Charlie. We continue our sweet kisses and I hear her whimper into my mouth. I want to take care of her, I don't want to dominate her. I pull myself away from her, removing my suit and boots, still keeping my boxers on and situate my body over hers again.
Her adorable face smiles up at me. I just stare down at her, petting her face with my hands. "You're gorgeous, doll." She gives a melodic giggle, pulling me closer to her lips. Our lips don't meet. "I will do everything..." kiss, "to protect..." kiss, "you." I push my lips further on her and she smiles in our kiss. My mouth moves down to her neck gently peppering sweet kisses on her soft skin. Charlie's finger nails gently rub my back lazily, causing my body to get chill bumps. I trace my nose up her neck and chin, pausing at her mouth to lightly kiss her lips, and continue to trace my nose up the center of her face.
I lower my body over her, and I feel my erection brush against her hips. She quickly inhales. I focus on her face, searching her eyes. "Doll, are you ok?" She nods. "Can I take off your shirt?"
"Yes, James." I remove her shirt and realize she was wearing nothing underneath. She's impeccable. I move my body down and begin kissing her body, starting at her collarbone, trailing down to her breasts, never touching her nipples. Not yet. I continue ghosting kisses down her stomach, brushing my lips lightly across her skin. I see her breathing hitch, and can hear her heart racing. I'm glad she can't hear mine; I feel it busting out of my chest. I want her, but I want to take my time with her. "James." She whispers. I take my tongue, dragging it up her body, stopping only to peer down at her. Her eyes are heavy, the pupils have widened so much their blocking out most of the hazel color.
"Yes, doll?"
"I want you." Wording different than with Steve.
"I want you." She spreads her legs wider and begins pulling down my boxers. I place my member at her entrance, bracing myself. Her perfectly angelic face smiles up at me through her lashes, and I slowly enter her. My dick is wrapped in her warmth. I dip my head, beginning to suck at each of her breasts, she sucks in her breath, and I adjust to look back down at her. Charlie lets out a soft hum as I sink deeper into her. I feel her tighten around me as she grabs at my arms, gliding them up to my head, wrapping her fingers through my hair. She pulls me closer to her lips, moving her head up to kiss me. Timidly she pushes her tongue into my mouth. I return the action, slowly tunneling into her.
Charlie moans into our kiss and I swallow it. I steadily intensify my pace. Wanting this moment to linger on. She's perfect. I use a hand to pet her thigh and she picks both legs up, wrapping them around my torso and pulling me even closer to her. I pull back to look at her, we smile at one another, her brow furrows as the sensation becomes almost too much for her. I use a hand to brush hair out of her face, and tucking my hand behind her head, pulling her into me. "You're so beautiful Charlie."
"James." She's able to whisper out. "I...lo..."
I speed up my thrusts, crashing my lips into her. Before our want was sweet, now I want her, to cum. "When you get close, grab my hand and use your empathy." She looks up at me. "I want to feel you." Mind, body, and soul. She nods her head; I steadily increase my pace. She tightens around me, grabbing my hand. I slam our lips together. I see her pure love for me. Seeing myself through her eyes is odd, but beautiful, like her. I see how she has imagined a life, not fighting, with me. I see while she needs, and loves Steve, she wants me.
I release into her. Her hand holding mine goes limp and she drops her grasp. Her arm flops lazily on the ground. She looks up at me, I stare back down at her. Both of us panting, sweat beading around our hairlines. Charlie's hand reaches up to my hair brushing it to the side, "I love you." I breathe down to her. She hesitates, but her empathy doesn't lie, I know how she feels. "You don't have to say anything, but it's true. You should know." I plant my lips on hers. "I love you." She barely whispers, trembling in my embrace. I lift myself up, pulling out of her. I put my hand down to help her stand. When her body is upright her legs give out and I catch her, wrapping my arms around her, steadying her stance. "I've got you."
Charlie's eyes look up at me, searching my face. She's scared. "It's okay." I assure her.
"I can't lose you. Either of you."