Everybody's got a past.
But Anna Lewis doesn't remember a thing about hers.
One moment she was at home with her husband and baby, the next one she found herself in a dark motel room with a metal-limbed man who tells her she's a lethal assassin. Tha...
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April 18th, 2014
I'm already having trouble falling asleep after what's happened today at the Smithsonian. Barnes' words keep playing in my head, and I can't come up with anything else to ease my mind. I haven't directed a word to him since then. Part of me knows that I shouldn't be mad at him, that he wasn't the one that ruined my life. Deep down I know I'm just looking for a person to blame what HYDRA did to me and he's the only one I have right now.
The last time I've looked at the clock on the motel nightstand, the red numbers said it was 12.38 AM. I've been rolling in bed for more than an hour now but the idea of falling asleep seems hopeless. Conveniently, I stop worrying about that when I hear screaming coming from the room next to mine.
Barnes' room.
I immediately get up and run outside, hurrying to knock on his door. "Barnes!" I yell but he doesn't answer. I try to open the door but it's locked. I can still hear the yelping from the inside, which is now accompanied by the sound of bumps, and I fret about it. I don't know what the heck is going on in there, but it can't be anything good. "Barnes!" I push my body against the door and the impact knocks the door down.
Once inside, the only thing I see is Barnes laying shirtless on his bed, soaked in swear and breathing with difficulty.
"Anna!" He jumps when he sees me and for a brief moment I think he's gonna attack me. I can tell he's disoriented. He might've had a nightmare, what would explain the screams. Instead of standing and not doing anything, I approach him to try to calm him down.
"Hey, it's me." I say in a soothing voice as I go around the bed. His wide eyes follow me as I sit on the edge of the mattress. "It's me, Barnes."
"Bucky." Still with shortness of breath, he manages to let out. I look at him, not really understanding. "My name is Bucky."
I remember the name after he says is a second time. I saw it in the museum earlier today. That's what everyone used to call him.
"Okay, Bucky." I repeat, hoping it will help him relax. "It's alright."
I stay sitting there for one more minute. His breathing is not so pronounced anymore and it looks like he's recovered from his own pandemonium. Or at least that's what I thought. I'm left startled when he stops me before I can stand up to go back to my room and try to catch some sleep.
"No!" He grabs me by the metallic part of my arm and I swing backward because of the sudden pull.
"You... want me to stay?" I slowly ask, not sure of how I feel about staying. He nods slightly and I can't find the willingness of telling him no.
"Sorry about that." He apologizes as I sit down again. "The nightmares... they never stop."
"Do you want to talk about it?" It's the only thing that comes to mind. I have no idea what to say to an lethal assassin that just had a nightmare. He looks at me with an arched brow and a serious gaze. "What? It works with kids."
