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B U C K Y ' S P O V
AVERY AND I SIT AT the bar, watching Steve talk to Dum Dum Dugan, Gabe Jones, Jim Morita, James Montgomery Falsworth, and Jacques Dernier. They were some of the prisoners at Hydra along with Avery and I. Steve is trying to get them to join our team.
"Think they'll agree?" Avery asks as she takes a sip of whatever strong poison she put in her cup a few minutes ago. Whenever she gets the chance to drink, she goes all out, ordering the strongest drinks on the menu. I've never even seen her get drunk either. It's like she has some unbelievably high alcohol tolerance.
I nod my head, answering her question. "Yeah, those guys are crazy. I got to see them for a little before I was taken to that examination room. I never saw you, though. They kept you in that room the whole time."
I turn to look at her, repeating the question I've already asked her a million times. "What did they do to you?" Every time I ask, she would change the subject. It's driving me crazy. She's been having nightmares; bad ones and I don't know what to do.
She's saved by Steve who walks over to us, telling us the men agreed. Avery turns to us. "I'm going to talk to them." I know she's just doing this to get out of my question.
She walks away quickly and Steve turns to me in confusion. "What was that about?"
I sigh and take a swig of my drink. "Something's wrong, Steve. She's been having nightmares."
"Isn't that kind of normal for a soldier?" Steve questions with the tilt of his head, making him look like a confused puppy. Avery finds it hilarious when he does that.
I shake my head. "No, not these. She's having dreams where she has to scream herself awake. I don't know what to do, Steve. And that's not all. She acts different."
Steve turns to look at Avery as she stands in front of our new team with a smile on her face. She was wearing her signature green shirt, plain pants, and her boots. Honestly, I say she looks hotter in that than a dress. Of course, I've never seen her in a dress to compare, I'm just assuming.
"She looks happy to me," Steve retorts as Avery did a little twirl in response to one of the men.
"I shake my head once again. "No, that's the surface. You don't see the other side of her I can see." I grab Steve and point to Avery's face, showing him the dark circles under her eyes. "She borrowed some makeup from Peggy to cover it, but it's still there."
I let go of Steve and turn back to face the bar. "Whatever they did to her in that room, it's effecting her now."
Steve places a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, she'll be fine. She's one of the strongest people I've ever met. She can handle whatever they did to her."