Bucky's POV:
Taking a breather from watching these files, I look over to my once confident girl, and she bites at her finger nails, causing them to be swollen and red. I grab at her hand, "We don't have to continue doing this, you know?" I try to keep some calm in my voice. I want to hear everything she's thinking.
"I know. But I want to. It's not...I don't know...our relationship and how it's unfolding, that's not what bothers me." Her eyes blink quickly, trying to prevent the tears that are threatening to fall down her cheeks.
"Then what is it that's bothering you? Charlie, quit biting your nails, please." I watch as her other hand comes to her mouth, ready to fidget some more.
"People watched this. Have watched it enough to compile this together. Pierce was trying to be a puppet master and manipulate something that was good and pure. And the thing that really bothers me is I don't remember it. Obviously at some point Pierce used that machine to wipe my memory. But why? And..." Her voice trails off. Sam has already left the couch, apologizing profusely but he couldn't continue watching this.
"And what? I just want to hear what you're thinking."
"How are you so calm?" She whispers out, an edge of her anxiety kicking in.
"Only on the outside, because that's what you need right now. Trust me. I'm freaking out myself. It's a lot to take in. I'm pissed that they took those memories from us. But there's something else that's bothering you." My fingers lazily draw shapes her forearm, hoping to calm her.
"Were they successful?" Slow tears stream down her face, creating saline trails down her cheeks.
"Oh, honey, I don't know. I hope not." My arms wrap around her body, bringing her as close as I can. That thought hadn't even crossed my mind. And now that she's vocalized it a deep sickness pools in the pit of my stomach. Were they successful? Is that why her mind was wiped? Pierce almost talks like it wouldn't be possible for her. The thought that Charlie and I could have a child in the care of Hydra, who would be around fourteen-years-old now makes bile loom in my throat, and I slowly swallow it, wanting to be the strong one for her. "Hey, let's take a break."
"I don't want to. I need to know." Tears slowly continue falling down her freckled cheeks, but she quickly wipes them away.
"Okay. I've got you." I assure her.
"I've got you, too, James."
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Charlie's body jolts awake. Memories of being dragged from her room and strapped in the chair to have her memories wiped. Constant nightmares encapsulate her every thought as soon as her eyes close. The soldier sits up with her. "Doll, I'm right here. You're not there. You're here with me. I've got you." He soothingly whispers to her. His strong arms hold her and massage her arms.
When her mind finally centers on her current space, she realizes the close proximity she has to her soldier. They fell asleep without putting their clothes back on, and she feels her cheeks heat up with flush with the knowledge, and then a wave of serenity knowing he hasn't left her. He wants nothing more than to stay, protect her, and make sure she feels safe.
Snuggling in closer to his chest, savoring the feel of his warmth on her cheek. The minty leathery smell of his skin. The way his toned arms make her feel safe and wanted. Her time in Hydra she has never felt more important than when she's with him, and she wants to give him everything. Every single part of her to him. His nose nuzzles into her hair, smelling the sweet scent of her vanilla shampoo. She feels like home in this prison that they're trapped in. Already he contemplates a plan to get them released before he's wiped and frozen again.
"Bucky?" Her voice comes out as a soft mewl, stirring a different side of the soldier.
"Yes, doll?" His voice is steady and strong, wanting to be just that for his girl.
"I'm ready." She whispers. Her tiny voice lingers in the air, clinging to his chest and causing his heart rate to rise.
She's just saying that because she's scared. "Charlie, you don't have to do something just out of fear."
"That's not why I'm saying that." Her confidence grows in her decision. He's created a safe space for her in this bedroom cell. It's comfortable.
"Remember, you're leading this. But I need to know why you think you're ready." His eyes look down at the girl. Even though he holds her tightly to him she peers up at him.
"Because I love you. Because you protect me. You make me feel safe. I actually feel like I belong here with you. Not with Hydra, but with you. You're the only thing I can call mine here. Everything else is controlled by them, but not us. Not when we're together."
"No... not us. Are you sure about this? There's no going back from it."
She smiles up at him. "I love you. And this is what I want."
He returns her smile, already puckering his lips to crash into hers. He rolls Charlie's body over, so she's settled on her back. "Just help me, okay?" Her voice trembles out. He smiles at her, not to make fun of her, but because he knows exactly what she's entrusting him with. He wants to take care of her, wants to make this the most pleasant experience for her as possible.
"Of course, sweetheart. I told you, I've got you." His lips ghost down her neck, savoring every moment with her. He doesn't want to rush this moment for either one of them. While this won't be his first time, it will be his first time with her, his China doll, his girl.
He listens as her breathing hitches. His flesh hand tickles down her side, down her leg, and back up. Wrapping his hand around her leg he pulls it up with him, readjusting her. Involuntarily his hips roll forward and touches her drenched mound and he hisses in between his teeth at the feeling of how wet she is already for him, and he's not even touched her. His lower stomach barely touching her caused the sweetest whimper to escape her lips, and he feels himself getting even harder than he already was.
His lips kiss down to her breasts. Circling his tongue around her nipple before fully putting his lips around it. Flicking the hardening bud with his tongue, feeling it pebbling up with arousal. He repeats the process with the other nipple and his right hand. Slowly his lips kiss down her stomach, pausing before he finally dives in to kiss her on her most sensitive area. His eyes look up at her, "Look at me, doll. I enjoy seeing the affect I have on you."
She smiles down at him, nervous and excited about his movements. Planting sweet kisses on her thighs, he gives each thigh a nibble, small red bruises appear, and his eyes constantly roams from her face to her drenched cunt, arousal weeps out and coat her thighs. He plants himself front and center, lingering, wanting to drive her crazy before his mouth finally touches her sex. Blowing a cool breath on her core, his tongue swipes up her slit, spreading her juices around before he kisses on her clit. Charlie's back arches up off the mattress, and he can't help but be giddy at the sight of his doll.
She writhes around, overwhelmed with the pleasurable feeling of having her soldier in between her legs. His tongue slides back down before he inserts it in her cunt. The taste of her is fully intoxicating, and the site of her as she reacts to his touches nearly making him climax then and there. He knows he needs to get her ready for his cock, so his mouth moves back to her bundle of nerves. Leaving her slit ready for his fingers.
Slowly entering one finger, he pumps into her pussy, removing it to place in a second finger. Already her walls are clenching down on his fingers, sucking them in until their knuckle deep. He scissors his fingers in her. "Bucky, I don't want your fingers." She whines.
"I've got to stretch you out a bit first, doll." His voice is so deep and husky as he answers her.
"Is this going to hurt?" Charlie's voice is so breathy and he knows how close she is to her orgasm. Her cunt squeezing his fingers so tight.
"It will a bit. But you'll be okay, doll. You can take it." He assures her, but if she should ask, he will stop. She nods her head at him, breathing changing, and her hands knead her breasts. Her hips roll on his fingers, begging him to deliver her sweet release. Moans emit from her lips until she cries out in the quiet room. Her cunt squeezing tightly on the soldier's fingers. He hums as he pulls them out.
Looking down at her cunt and back at her face he readies himself center of her body. Pumping his cock in his. He places it at her entrance, spreading her slick over the tip. Both their eyes locked onto one another, neither daring to look away at the moment. "Are you sure about this, Charlie?" He asks one more time. Wanting to know without a doubt that this is what she wants.
She nods her head, "Yes, Bucky. I've never wanted anything more in my life. I want to give this to you." He smiles at her. This truly is a gift that she's giving him.
Placing his tip at her entrance he slowly sheaths his cock into her drenched, and almost painfully tight cunt. She winces at the feeling of his girth stretching her soft pillowy walls. Both her legs bend, coming up beside him, perfectly spreading herself for him. When he's fully in her, he pauses. Allowing her to accommodate his size and catch her breath. "Don't forget to breathe for me, okay?" His voice is gruff. Her walls clench him so tight and he could almost cum right now. He needs to center himself as well.
Charlie is speechless, not able to vocalize anything. He realizes that and doesn't expect an answer. He leans down to put his weight on his elbows, bringing him closer to her. Ghosting his fingers around her hairline, he pushes her baby hairs out of her face and then gently kisses her lips, feeling every breath she pants out.
Her small hands come to his hips as she tries to push him, "I-I need you to move."
Slowly Bucky completely pulls himself out, misreading what she meant. Feeling a deep emptiness in her. "No, no. I wanted you to...to..."
"Fuck you?" Bucky chuckles. Almost ashamed at how harsh he made that sound. He isn't going to fuck her. He wants to take his time and make love with her.
Charlie smiles though, "Yeah."
He slowly enters her again, and he's not sure how but she feels even tighter. Leisurely he begins pumping into her. Wanting to take his time with the girl, needing to feel every part of her. Eventually she relaxes, allowing her cunt to not squeeze him so tight. "Doll?" Her innocent hazel eyes shine up to him. "Can I... can I go faster?" His calmness is wearing thinner, his body wants him pick up his speed, but he needs her permission first. Wanting this experience to be more about her than him.
"Y-yeah." She pants out.
Thrusting even faster into her cunt. His body craves for his own sweet release. Grunting at the overwhelming feeling he gets from being buried balls deep in her sweet cunt. "Aw, fuck. You take me so good, doll. So perfect. You were made just for me."
Charlie's eyes roll back in her head. Pleasure and pain wrap around her each time she feels his tip kiss her cervix. Feeling every vein rub against her spongy walls. "So so perfect for me. Whose girl are, Charlie?"
Charlie's heart and cunt swell with the feeling of Bucky, her soldier, fill her up so well. "Yours. I'm only yours."
He leans back, watching the swelling in her lower stomach from his cock as he pumps into her. Laying a hand on it, feeling the movement. "Perfect for me doll." Admiring how good she feels from the inside and the outside. The soldier's breathing comes out ragged along with hers. His hand slides down to her clit. Adding pressure, circling around. "Cum with me, doll. I need you to read me when we cum, okay?" Charlie nods her head, barely able to breathe.
Feeling his cock throbbing deep in her, and knowing she's about to the edge she places her hand softly to his cheek. He feels the deep clenching of her cunt before thick ropes of his cum plants deep in her womb. Their intense pleasure wraps around each of them. Feeling the profound love, they have for one another. Each memory she has with the soldier casts into his eyes. Seeing how her love was always there for him, but changed and grew with her age.
Panting they gaze at one another. "I love you so much Charlie."
"I love you Bucky. This was perfect." Neither one want to feel the absence of one another, so he doesn't pull out. Just gently lays them to the side. She feels his cock softening inside of her. Already feeling empty. With heavy eyes they both quickly fall asleep. After their passionate moment, Charlie's nightmares don't return.
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"No one disturbs them. Let them be for the day." Pierce is giddy knowing that their plan worked.
"Sir, the soldier will get suspicious if we don't eventually intervene. He's not stupid." Garrett reasons with him.
"Maybe so. Let them sleep in. Be casual about it. You felt bad for reacting so harshly with the girl. Make up some lie. I'll assure him that he can continue to sleep in the room with her as long as he pushes her powers and helps her train."
"Whatever you say, sir." Garrett hangs up the phone gritting his teeth. "You stand close enough guard to where they don't escape, but give them privacy."
"Care to explain what this is about?" The guard asks.
"You're below the paygrade to have that information. Just follow orders." Garrett spits out. Annoyed at how everything has transpired.
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The soldier watches his delicate China doll snuggled up on his chest, fast asleep. He listens to her soft humming snores vibrate close on his chest, making him fall even further for her. Everything about her seems so precious to him. He would do anything to keep her from them, protect her from them. They want to taint her, and he refuses to let that happen. He's already designing ways to allow her to train her powers to where they won't threaten her again with the machine to suppress her memories. Not only is it painful, he doesn't want her to ever forget their time together.
His fingers ghost along her skin, and she buries herself even closer to the soldier. He hasn't felt this human in so many years. She brings a sense of calm and serenity to him. She has even helped bring back his memories from another time. Steve. His friend, his brother. Rebecca. A sister. Winnifred and George. Parents. People who Hydra tried to take from him.
His mind wanders to ways that they could escape. He does need to strengthen her powers, because Hydra will stop at nothing to keep their weapons. And that's exactly how they view them, weapons. Assets. Property. To use how they see fit. They feel no shame in their methods of getting them to comply. He listens as the girls hums slow down and her body stirs around. Nestling her face on his chest, her lips whisper kisses against him. A smile brightens his face at the intimate moment.
"Morning, doll. How did you sleep?" His hoarse morning voice whispers before kissing the top of her head.
"Haven't slept better. You think they would let me keep you in here?" It's an amazing thought, but neither think it would be entirely possible.
"That's not something we should be worrying about now." He knows the likelihood of that is very slim. "How are you feeling?"
He feels the big smile on her face against his chest. Knowing that anything she says will not compare to what he sees clearly on her face. "Like I'm walking on a cloud." She pauses trying to discern the best way to describe the way she feels. "Like I'm floating, I've never felt more content. Or loved. How do you feel?"
A chuckle resonates deep in his chest. The girl's heart flutters and she feels herself heat up from the small motion. "Like I never want to leave you ever again. And I'm scared to think how easily they can take that from us. I feel like a human again. Instead of someone to be controlled. We should probably get started with the day. We have to train you."
"Can we do it again first?" Her hazel doe eyes finally look up at the soldier, causing him to feel the butterflies in the pit of his stomach. He smiles down at her, quickly nodding. His already hardened cock is ready for her, has been the moment he woke with her petite body in his arms. It's early enough. They should have a bit more time. "Yeah?" She giggles.
"Yeah." His hands skim down her body, needing to make sure she's ready for him. Knowing where his hand is heading, she spreads her legs, "Such a good girl for me." Sucking in a deep breath at the touch of her slick on his fingers, he knows he doesn't have to work too hard to get her ready. "Come here, sweetheart. I want you to be on top this time."
Her eyes shift away from him. Insecurities rise up her stomach at the thought of her being the one in control. "Practice makes perfect doll. You'll be amazing." He assures her. "Come on. That's right...come here." She hovers her body over him, his hand guides his erection to her opening. "Now just lower yourself down. And you do what feels good." Her head nods anxiously.
Lowering herself on his pulsing member. The deep tight soreness makes her breathing change, and she whimpers out a small cry of pain. "Are you okay?" His voice is full of concern for the girl and making sure she's comfortable.
"Yeah, just a bit tender."
"We can stop."
"No. I want to do this, Bucky." Just to soothe his feeling of needing to stop, she completely sinks onto his cock. Mewling at the feeling of him completely in her. Steadying herself, and concentrating on the closeness of their intimacy. No one has ever had this part of her, and she wants it to always be for him.
Her hips roll over him. Watching his face to see if he is enjoying this feeling as much as her. His mouth parts and a deep moan exits. His hands slide up her legs until resting on her hips. Gripping tightly to ground himself, guiding her movements on top of him. She makes her grinds steadier. Finding a rhythm that she revels in and his face tells her he enjoys it just as much. "You're doing so good, honey. Perfect little doll for me."
She loves hearing his praises that he whispers up to her. Encouraging her to take him even deeper. Her walls squeeze him tight. Her soreness causing even more of a clench. Already feeling himself getting closer, but still desires her release. His hand winds down her body until it's pressed against her delicious bundle of nerves. Adding pressure with tight circular motions. He watches as her face twists and whimpers release from her pouty lips.
"So sweet, honey. You take my cock so well." He whispers up to her. Hitching her hips faster with the pleasured fury he's creating. He feels her walls cling onto him like a vice. "Whose girl, are you?" He smirks up at her.
"Yours."
"Only mine."
Obscenities mumble from both of their mouths before he's filling her up with his warm seed. Trembling she falls down on his chest panting for air. His deep breathing causes her body to rise and fall on his chest. "I could get used to feeling me deep inside you, doll."
"Me too. It's just perfect."
Both level out their breathing before he tells her it's time to get serious. He knows they both need to be on their best behaviors if they wish continue their relationship.
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Pierce watches the pair through a video. He watches the soldier clearly trying to not only enhance her powers, but her actual fighting skills. Teaching her to use the same knives he prefers. Wanting her to lace the weapons with her lightning before launching it into the target. Pierces smiles thinking at how between the two of them Hydra will be a force to reckon with. No one knows the girl exists. The soldier should be dead and gone by now. The perfect pair.
His plan to get them together has been successful. He has to allow them more time together, hopefully the full plan will become a success. A child of theirs would be the perfect weapon. Grown up completely under Hydra's control. Not having any effects of the outside world.
He watches the little flirtatious smiles they give to one another. Hearing the sweet whispers coming from their lips. He hadn't planned on them actually falling in love with one another. The soldier is almost too gentle with her. Adoring his little China doll a bit too much. Not that it matters. He just hopes it doesn't eventually complicate things.
"Doll, you have to focus. You're making it harder for me to concentrate."
"I'm sorry soldier." Out in the open she still refers to him as the solider. Knowing Pierce hates when she makes him too human. "You're the distracting one. Seeing you all sweaty and moving around like that." She smiles up at him and their lips meet.
"We can't do this here, Charlie. You know this." He wants nothing more than to take her right here. A week later than their first night together, and eventually being separated at night has made both more needy for the other.
"What have we here?" Pierce stalks into the room and both the girl and soldier quickly step apart. The soldier glares at him. He's the reason that she was strapped into the machine.
"I'm helping her train." His voice is steady but flat.
"Why?" Pierce smiles over to the soldier.
"You ordered her to be wiped because she wasn't working hard enough. I'm helping her. No longer a distraction." The venom in his voice is becoming more evident. Pierce withholds a sneer. The soldier has fallen in love.
"Pierce?" She whispers. His eyes squint at her. That's not the name she was told to use. "Pappy?" He nods his head urging her to proceed. She hates him. "That night...I don't sleep well after that night. I would do better with a better night's sleep."
"Get to your point."
"The soldier slept in my room that night. I felt safe." She wants to look at the soldier's kind and handsome face, but doesn't want Pierce to suspect anything. "If he was allowed to stay in my room...I-I could get better sleep. And I would be able to train better. Grow my lightning, ya know?" As confident as she sounded at the first, Pierce's cold eyes stare down at her.
Popping his lips, his attention turns to the soldier. "How do you feel about this, soldier?"
The soldier's eyes are blank. "I follow orders. Nothing more."
"So, you're wanting to tell me, you need the soldier as your own personal body guard?" He asks. How far can he push this to make it seem that he needs her to convince him.
"No. He would still...still be y-yours." She almost retches at the thought of the soldier belonging to anyone but her. "But just to make me feel safe. Guards dragged me out of my room. Literally dragged me."
"On my orders." The soldier clenches his fist. Pierce will die. "I'll allow you a week. If there's no progress, he's wiped and frozen until a mission. His current status is in your hands, Charlotte. Is this a bargain you want to make?"
She pauses. She would rather have the soldier during the day than not at all. "She can handle it." Bucky answers. Continuing to glare at the man.
"Very well. Don't disappoint me, China doll. I don't take kindly to threats. You're both disposable to me." He turns walking away.
The pair are both sick at the thought of being disposable. Disgusted that he would refer to either of them as that. To the girl, the soldier is her everything. To the soldier, he would do everything to protect her.
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Amazingly weeks have flown by, Charlie's skills are enhancing. Pierce becomes frustrated with the pair though. "How was her last check up?" He nearly yells at Garrett.
"Negative."
"Why? How long ago was this? She's still taking the pills?"
"Five weeks ago. She's due for another test. She's still taking them. Conception is a miracle. Even with two people who are highly fertile. It's not a guarantee."
Pacing around the room Pierce thinks. "I want a child. I want to mold that child. They would be perfect. Half a super soldier and half a demigod. Can you imagine the possibilities?"
"If this results in a pregnancy, how will you get the soldier and girl to comply?"
"I'll jerk the baby out of her arms and it will be raised away from them. Plant in their mind that the baby died. I don't fucking care. They're my property. I can do whatever the fuck I want to with them and the baby. Up her pill intake. I'm growing restless. I already have to wait the time of a pregnancy. When I return, I expect the girl to be swollen. Make it happen."
Unbeknownst to the two men talking, the soldier stands outside the door. His ears perked up when he heard them talking about the girl. Repulsed that they've allowed them to have a relationship because he wants it to result in a child. They've tested her and she isn't pregnant. They need to get out of here. Charlie is ready. She's powerful. And he knows the only way to save her is to sacrifice himself. He's ok with that. This has to end tonight.
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"Charlie. We've got to go." He casts in her mind. Their weeks together in closeness he's been able to return her conversation. They know they're having sex. There are cameras in this room. The thought of Hydra watching them in the most intimate and private moments disgust him.
"Why?" Feeling his unease, she wiggles around.
He's unsure of how much he wants to tell her. "They're allowing us to stay together because Pierce wants you to get pregnant. So, he can use the baby. You're ready. We can get out of here."
As nervous as she is, she's appalled at how sick Pierce and Hydra are. Moments with Bucky are supposed to stay between her and Bucky. "We need to leave now."
"What?" She cries at him.
"They won't stop until they get what they want. You're in danger. Don't worry. I've got you."
Quietly he pulls his girl up to him. Tightly hugging her before he stalks through the compound. Using his metal hand to strangle a man so he has a weapon. They continue their pace through the compound. Slinking stealthily, only encountering a few men, the soldier and the girl each take turns fighting them. He throws a knife that she surrounds with her lightning. Upon impact the guards are immediately taken down, with little force. He almost smiles at himself at how easily they seesaw off one another. They make their way to the garage. Spotting his favorite, he stomps over to the motorcycle.
"I'm not getting on that thing." She whispers to the soldier.
"Oh, you are. It can go more places." He slings a leg over the seat. Tapping the back, "Let's go, doll." Begrudgingly she awkwardly gets on the back, and they leave. "Just hold on tight." Weaving on the road, both constantly look around to see if they're being followed. Panic sits in because this has been too easy.
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Pierce storms into the room where the soldier is strapped into the machine. He will make this very painful for him. "You fucking bastard. Where is she?" The back of his hand smacks across the soldier's cheek. He sits in the chair, unmoving and not giving answers.
"Where the hell did you take my girl?"
"She isn't yours." He quietly but clearly answers. Eyes roll up to meet his.
"And you thought she was yours? I allowed you two to fuck. I allowed you two to be together, because I wanted another asset."
"I know." Now it's the soldier's eyes that turn cold.
"Where is she?" His hand connects with his other cheek.
"You'll never find her. She won't remember this. She won't remember her powers."
Pierce snarls at him. "What did you do?"
"She used the powers to forget everything."
A maniacal laugh emits from him. "You fucking idiot. Do you realize the pain you've cause yourself and all for some stupid bitch." For the first time the soldier flinches, wanting to lurch at the monster. But he's already strapped in. "You set yourself up for the biggest torture of your life. You will become the killing machine you were meant to be. We'll use you to go after your friend. The one she told you about. The weak one, Steve. He's alive. And you'll kill him. And when we find her. She'll die from your hands."
Fear for the first-time registers on the soldier's face. "I won't."
"You said yourself she doesn't remember anything. Not even her powers. She won't be able to stop you anymore." Pierce points to the man in control. "Turn it on. Make sure he feels it. Fry his fucking brain. He suffers for the both of them." Pierce watches as the soldier thrashes around, screaming out as the machine rips out all the past months memory of the girl.
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Charlie's POV:
I slam the laptop closed, causing Bucky to flinch beside me. I have no desire to see Hydra torture him. And I think I've seen enough. I get the story. If I had been with a child when we left, I would have remembered it. Makes sense as to why I can't remember much before Clint and Laura. What little memories I have are distant. As if someone told me those memories.
"You, okay?" I look over to Bucky. His eyes are blank and staring at the space where the open laptop was.
Nodding he responds, "You took those memories away yourself. All this time watching I thought Hydra did that to you."
"I need some air." I pull at his hand hoping he comes outside with me, and he does follow. "Can you at least tell me what you're feeling?" I ask.
"I just...I want to have the good memories back. I only vaguely remember you. Just flashes of you. I remember seeing you at Bucharest and thinking I needed to bring you with me. Protect you." He sits us down on the porch steps and my brain is going so fast I can't hone in on a single thing. If I took the memories from myself, surely, I could bring them back. I was able to bring Bucky's memories back to him then. Why couldn't I repeat that now.
"Me too."
"Are you angry?" His eyes look at me.
Shaking my head, no I respond, "What's there to mad about?"
"There's a lot."
"Did we ever think that anything coming from Hydra would be decent? Bucky, we knew when we started this it was going to be difficult." She gives him a smile. She has a plan.
"Who's the calm one now?" He laughs, still trying to process everything that they learned.
My eyes drift to Sam throwing around the shield. He acknowledged us, but saw we're deep in conversation. "I have an idea." I whisper to him. I don't want to look into his eyes just yet. I fear that his face may cause more tears.
"Yeah. And what's that?" He looks over to me, grabbing my chin in his arms, he makes me look at him.
"You told Pierce that I took the memories away. Why can't I put them back?"
Bucky contemplates this thought. "What if you made things worse?"
"How much worse can they be?" I ask.
"You don't think we have a good life? It took some time for us to get here. But aren't we happy?" His fingers pet the side of my face, bringing me closer to plant a small peck on my lips.
"I've never been happier."
"Then why should it matter?" I think about his question. It doesn't matter, and then it also does. We have all the evidence we need. "What if you took all our memories away. The past eight years since meeting you again. What if you forget Maggie?"
"What if I brought all that time in Hydra together back?" He has a point, but I don't think I would remove anything. That's not my goal.
"I trust you. I'm going to let you lead." I smile at him, bringing his warm body closer to me to deepen our kiss. I want all the memories back with Bucky. We have a deep history and it was taken from us.
"Come on, let's go back to the hotel for a bit." I pull his hand up. He looks confused, and I'm not going to tell him the plan until we arrive. "Hey, Sam, there's something we have to do really quick. But we'll be back."
"If we're not come to the hotel." Bucky deadpans.
"What are you doing? Did you find answers?" He asks. Sweat glistens on his skin.
"Testing out a theory."
We drive in almost complete silence the short distance to the hotel. Bucky's eyes constantly glance over to me, and his right-hand rests comfortably on my thigh. I continue to think about the best way to accomplish this. We need to be close, real close.
We walk into our room, still not speaking, Bucky is probably lost in thoughts about everything we witnessed today. It's a lot to take in. "Get on the bed." I command of Bucky. I head towards the bathroom, needing to wash up a bit.
"Charlie?"
"Just listen. On the bed. Take off your shirt." His head tilts at me and he wonders why. I never say anything more, so he rolls his eyes and heads towards the bed. I go into the bathroom quickly washing up and remove the sundress that I've wore all day.
Walking back to the bed I go ahead and straddle his thighs, making myself comfortable I sit down smiling at him. "What are you doing?"
"Well, it's a thought, but if we are as close as we possibly can be to one another, why couldn't that enhance the memories. Make sure they come back whole." He looks up at me confused. "Just kiss me, handsome."
I gently peck at his lips. Trusting me he wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. I begin rolling my hips on me. Feeling both of us heat up. "Just trust me, okay?" I whisper while I kiss down his neck.
"Fine, take this off. If we're doing this, I can at least get something out of it. Sharing a room with a child for a week has made things difficult." His hands quickly unclasp the bra, pulling it off of me. Expertly removing it from my body. His dog tags are cold against my chest. I watch as he smiles at his name shining against my skin. "What exactly is your plan?" He asks, kissing along my skin while his hands come up to knead my breasts.
"Well, there's only one way for us to be that close." He nibbles on my tender skin when he realizes where I'm going with this. "And then, I concentrate."
"Wait. While we're having sex?" His eyes meet up with mine with a devious smirk.
"More like cockwarming I guess." I shrug. He still smiles at me, before continuing to kiss every part of my body. He feared that the truth would make me hate him, when in fact it makes me feel closer. Another piece to prove we're exactly where we need to be. My hips roll on top of him, feeling his erection becoming harder.
"Okay..." He taps my thighs. "Finish getting undressed then." I stand, removing my last piece of clothing, and watch as he fully undresses. "Come here." He tells me, sitting back on the bed. I walk over to him. Knowing how lucky I am to have him here. I straddle him again, holding onto his cock, and guide it towards me until I fully sink down on him. His sucks in a deep breath. "You sure about this?"
"Yes. I love you. Do you want this?"
"If you think you can handle this. I love you Charlotte...Barnes." He smirks at me.
"You only get to call me that when I have a ring, James."
"I just like the way it sounds."
My lips connect to his. Wanting to feel every bit of him before I go down this path. Wanting to remember everything. And fill in the lost spots that the cameras didn't catch. Concentrating on my goal. Retrieve all our memories. Keep all our new ones. Focusing on mine and Bucky's closeness. How for whatever reason we've been intertwined with one another for over twenty years. That's why things were almost instant with Bucky. My mind might not have remembered. But my body did.
Memories weave their way back into my forefront at a speeding pace. Barely only recognizing anything. Blackness settles over me and I open my eyes, looking at Bucky, and our memories flood every part of my mind. Gushing through, I almost am afraid that I'm going to miss something, but the memories imbed in my brain, sticking to it.
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Hours of driving, most of the time the soldier feels they're not being followed and he thinks he may be successful without anything too drastic. That is until he hears a distant rushing towards them. Hydra vehicles are in fact chasing after their most powerful commodities. This is what he feared. Not being able to get far enough away from them to actually hide. He pulls over, close to a police station. "Don't hate me." He tells the girl.
"How could I ever hate you?" She smiles. She's too satisfied with their escape. Her ears are not as sensitive as his. He knows it's not that easy.
"Because, I have to ask you to forget."
"Wait...what?" Her panic has set in.
"I can't protect you from them. It's too deep. Do you know who Pierce is?" She shakes her head no. "He works for S.H.I.E.L.D. He's part of the good guys. A double agent."
"I don't understand what you're asking me."
"You need to use your powers. Forget. Live a normal life."
"No."
"Charlie..."
"No. Not without you." Tears spill down her face and he kisses them away.
"If you have no powers, they won't want you. They don't know where your family live..."
"I don't have family. All I have is you. And that's enough."
"Charlie...They can control me..."
"Not when I'm around. We can do this. Please, Bucky." Her words tremble out of her mouth, and she wraps her arms around him. Wanting to hold on to the soldier as long as possible.
"Charlie, I know you can't hear them. They're coming. Use your powers to forget them, me, even your powers. It has to be you. I know you can do this sweetheart."
"I don't want to forget. I don't want to lose you. You're everything to me. Please, don't make me do this." Sobbing on his chest, her tears soaking his shirt, it almost makes him almost falter. There will be hell to pay if she returns to Hydra.
"You know what they want to use you for. Don't let them do this. If you take away the memories...you'll be safe." He points over to the distant police station.
"Where will I go? I have nobody."
"You have your aunt and uncle. Make yourself believe you're sixteen. They'll take in a minor. Let you get situated outside of Hydra. Please, Charlie. I can't let them hurt you. I won't let them. I will die to protect you."
She lets his words soak in. She doesn't want him to die. "I'll find you again."
"You can't promise that, Bucky. You know what they'll do to you. They'll make you forget."
"They'll do to me what they've done to me for almost seventy years. I'll be okay. And I can never forget you. I will find you again." Her head pulls up when she finally hears the rushing vehicles. "We're running out of time. I've got you. I'll get you to safety."
She removes herself from the soldier. Bracing herself, not wanting to do this. Tears quickly stream down her face. Her eyes scrunch up from the emotional pain she's in. "You're sixteen. Your aunt and uncle are..."
"Clint and Laura Barton."
"They'll take you in. They won't know where you've been. How special you are. Your parents died in a car crash. You were never found. They've been looking for you."
"I can't..." She whispers.
"You don't know me. Don't know how much we mean to one another. You have to forget. It's the only way." Charlie's eyes close. Telling herself she's sixteen. Her family are Clint and Laura Barton. She must have hit her head in the crash. She was never found. She has to remove the memories of the soldier. Her soldier. Her Mishka. Her Bucky. Her love. But she won't remove the image of his handsome face and kind eyes. She wants to know him when she sees him. She will find him. Engulfing herself in her powers to control emotions she makes herself believe that she can do this. And then blackness.
The soldier cries as he picks up her small body. His girl. He carries her to the edge of at the station. He places a single kiss on her lips, and turns away. Never looking back at her. He returns to the motorcycle and begins the drive back to Hydra. He will turn himself in to protect her. Not long into his drive the vehicles surround him. Using too much force for how compliant he is, and take him back to Hydra where he waits the wrath of Alexander Pierce.
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"What did you say your name was again, miss?" An officer calmly asks the shaken-up girl.
"Charlotte Allen." Her voice is meek and her body shakes, almost convulsing. There's not much she remembers, but she does remember a pair of the most beautiful sparkling steel blue eyes.
"How old are you?" He hands her a cup of stale coffee. She smells it before taking a sip of the bitter brew.
"Sixteen."
"Any family?"
"My parents Audrey and Richard Allen died in a car crash."
"Wait. Hobbs. This is the missing girl. The one we've heard about." Call the captain. "Miss, do you have any family living?"
"Clint and Laura Barton."
The police leave her alone, when out of the darkness a tall man dressed in all black and an eye patch looks at her. His face is blank. "We've been looking for you. At least your uncle has been. Said you're special."
"I'm just a sixteen-year-old girl." Her eyes never meet his. She blankly stares at nothing.
"That's not what I've heard." Finally, he looks at her.
"I don't remember." A slow tear falls down her cheek.
"I'm going to take you to them. He's got a break." She stands emotionless and follows the man.
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"Charlie! Oh my God. Where did you find her?" Laura cries looking at Fury. She feared she would never see the girl.
"The police said she walked right in."
"What?" Clint asks, looking at the scared girl.
"She doesn't remember anything."
"We'll keep it that way." Laura tells him.
"What do you know about her?" He asks.
"She was adopted. She went to a lot of camps. My brother thought his wife hated her. She could manipulate people with her thoughts. Could read them. Change their feelings." The girl just sits silently. Looking down at the ground.
"What happened to her?" Clint asks.
"We don't know." Fury tells him. Truly he doesn't.
"She never was like this. Any injuries?" Clint's eyes look over to the girl. She looks broken. A shell of the girl she used to be.
"No. She needs to see if there was any brain damage though. It's been months since the wreck. She's healthy. She's been fed. She has muscle definition. Like she's been in training." Fury's eyes only look at Clint's.
"What?" He whispers.
"She wasn't wandering around in the woods for the past few months. Someone had her. What you've told me, they knew what she was capable of." Fury leaves without another word. Leaving Clint with more questions than answers.
Clint pulls out a phone. "Clint?" Laura asks.
He never answers her. "Nat. I need your help."