As y/n is interrogated by Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff, memories of her life as the Ruby Raven start resurfacing. She used to work hand in hand with the Winter Soldier. Except she knows there's more to that, more to him, and she's determined to...
"We're leaving the things we lost Leaving the ones we've crossed I have to make an end so we begin To save my soul at any cost"
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--2014--
Waking up in James' arms is the most wonderful feeling to ever exist. It's warm and cosy and even though I can still feel the pain, most of my bruises start hurting less than yesterday. I feel him moving slightly behind me and he smiles as soon as I turn around. I give him a soft kiss on the tip of his nose and his smile gets even wider. God, I missed that damn smile. Moments like this remind me of how much James means to me. I'm aware that I sound really cheesy right now, but growing up in the Red Room was the worst and James was my light in the dark. He saved my life, really. If I hadn't been sent to work with the Winter Soldier, I would never have done the only good thing I managed to do with my life : help him. Helping him saved me. It might have been a little selfish, I know. Because as time went by, I realised that the moments I could wake him up from his Winter Soldier state...those moments made him feel as good as it did for me. It became a way of escaping my own Ruby Raven duties. I must look weird because James starts frowning. He does that little thing with his mouth while crunching his noise... God, I'm cheesy as hell.
"What are you thinking about ?" he asks in a sleepy voice.
"Nothing." I smile to convince him it's true. "I'm gonna check if Rogers has some news for us, alright ?"
"Nooo," he yawns as I roll on the other side of the bed in order to get up. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me back to him. "Stay in bed a little longer."
"James, I have to check." I giggle as he lightly tickles my hip. "I know this feels good, I do. But this won't last if we don't get out of that H.Y.D.R.A. crap. So I need to hear from Rogers."
"Why do you call him Rogers ? His name is Steve, you know."
"Yeah, but I don't know him well enough to call him by his first name." I shrug.
"But you call Natasha by her first name."
I shrug again. "I knew her before all of this. Not Rogers."
"You don't like him, do you ?" He's got that little smirk that I can't resist. I roll my eyes at the ceiling.
"It's more like he doesn't like me."
"I don't think..."
"He's just found his best friend who he thought was dead," I say. "Don't you think he only sees me as a threat ?"
"A threat to what ? Me ?"
"Yeah." I turn around and get up. I put on my shirt and try not to look sad or anything. "He thinks I'll go back to H.Y.D.R.A. Maybe he's right."
"What ?"
I hear the sound of sheets being pushed away and in a second, James is next to me, his right arm on my shoulder.
