Beauty and the Beast

Stars and Scars

You felt your heart stop, how a cold hand gripped it, pressed it between it's fingers until all the blood stopped flowing. Or, not really. But, it was a damn good description of how you felt.

"Steven Rogers? Like.. Uhm, Captain America?" you asked, catching yourself with holding your breath. No answer.

"Blind." you informed again and you heard a smack of a palm colliding with a forehead.

"I'm so sorry, I've never met a blind person before. Yes, I am." Steven answered and you let out a light chuckle, to mask your fear. You felt it in your guts. Your James, it was the James Steven was talking about.

"How does this James look?" you asked, swallowing. Your really hoped you looked normal, like nothing was wrong and that you had no idea.

"He's tall, almost as tall as me. Uhm, well built, brown hair, metal arm." you choked on air, bending over. It was your James. You coughed, gripping onto the shelf besides you, holding a hand on your stomach. Oh god, you thought as your head was spinning. You felt the blood taste in your mouth again as it dripped out of your moth.

"Woah! Are you okay? Ma'am?!" Steven exclaimed and and fell to his knees. You felt his hands on your cheeks, making you look at him.

"I-I'm fine..." you stuttered, trying to stand up, to look normal again, to get out from his touch.

"You're not." his sten voice scared you. It was dark, determined. Oh no, he's going to take you away. Many high-pitched screams went through your heads as you panicked, trying to come up with something to say.

"I am! My boyfriend is just getting me some medicine! He's here somewhere!" you answered taking a few steps back.

"Please just-"

"Everybody down on the fuckin' ground or she dies!" you didn't really understand what was happening before it all became too much. Whoever had shouted had a gun, as you felt it being pointed at your head. You heard screaming around you and shuffling as people moved.

"Now fill up this bag! I've seen y'all fill up that mutherfuckin' safe many times!" the man behind you shouted and what you assumed was the bag flew past your head.

"You choose me as a victim because I'm blind?" you asked aloud, only reviving a grunt and a gun pipe pressed harder against your skull. You were right, and it pissed you off. You searched with your hands around you, and to your surprise there was a bag. But why would you complain? You took hold of it and suddenly spun around, swinging the bag at the man. You heard him scream in surprise and a loud thud as he fell, but your victory was short. The disgusting, almost cold, sound of a gun was fired and then you felt it through your chest, through your whole body. The pain was unbearable, but still there you stood. It was completely quiet around you. You felt the irony taste in your mouth, you felt it pour out from between your lips and splatter on the floor. You sunk to your knees, your eyes wide open. And then you feel. The screams were back, along with a familiar voice, saying your name in horror. You felt two trembling hands grip you and something dripped on your face.

"Y/N... Oh god... I got you, doll. I got you. Come on. " James weak voice whispered in your neck as his arm snaked over your back and under your knees. He slowly moved up. You screamed in pain, gripping his jacket tightly, as the tears started streaming.

"It's okay, baby girl. It's okay. I've got you..." he sobbed as he spoke, holding you close to him. You felt when he ran to the car, as every time his feet touched the ground it shook your whole body and sent another wave of extreme pain through you. You tried to focus. To focus on the sound of the car going 0 to 100. Trying to focus on the strong protective arms around you. Tried to focus on James musky and calming sent. But dang it was hard. The door opened again and James took you out of the car and back into "your" house. You felt the soft cushions of the couch under you and then his touch was gone.

"J-James?James!?" you're voice was far from calm and you tried to stand up. You were scared, had he left you when you no longer were of use?

"I'm here, don't worry sweetheart." a gently touch on your cheek and you tense body calmed.

"This is going to hurt." he told you and you nodded. You had already realized that you didn't have any anesthetics so this would really, really hurt.
But it was far worse than you thought. You screamed as you felt him work the tweezer inside of your chest. You felt your heart beat faster, your throat going dry and soar from the screams coming from deep within your chest. You arched from the couch, tossed around, screamed so loud it felt like the whole world could hear you. You felt James' metal arm try hold your frenetical body and you could feel the tears well from your eyes. Then it was over, for a mere second, before it came again. You felt the needle go through your skin and flesh and you screamed louder than you had before, even more than when the bomb exploded. And then everything went black.

You woke up, feeling a disgusting stab through your whole chest and you touched your chest. It was horrifying. You could feel how you only were in your bra and panties and the sewed shut wounds all over your chest, the largest one in the middle of your chest, the wounds aligning like a large star. It was almost as large as your palm. What had that man shot you with?! What kind of weapon was that!? You started hyperventilating and then the screams came again. Screams of pain, screams of shock, screams of fear. Would you survive? Could you survive such damage like this? No, no it's impossible. You would die here, on a couch in a house in place you do not know, only one person caring about you, one that is gone on that too. A hand gripped your throat and started squeezing hard, harder, until you couldn't breath. You tried to fight it off, but there was not a thing there. The blood rushing through your veins and your racing heart tuned out all other sound. Were you having a panic attack? Oh shit, you were, and you couldn't do shit about it. You heard a faint voice in your ear, as if it was a field away, but you couldn't focus on it. You felt your body being shaken gently, but in panic but still you couldn't do anything. Couldn't do anything until you felt soft lips against your own.
A sudden warmth surged through you, from your lips, all the way out to the tips of your fingers and the pain faded. The lips pressed against your own was desperate in it's movements, and you soon kissed back. It felt so right. You pulled apart, your breath coming out as soft pants and rough ones fanning your face, adding a musky scent that you had become addicted to.

"I got you, babygirl... I've got you..." James whispered softly, holding you close to him. You felt the beating of his hearts against your own, even if it hurt you a little. A soft hand brushed hair from your face and he murmured in your ear.

"I won't let anything happen to you, you're going to be safe with me. I love you."

"I love you too..."

... Did I say Stockholm syndrom?