I made my way to Carol and Natasha, before shutting the door behind us as we exited the room. Natasha looked at me in shock, confusion, begging me for answers. Carol looked a bit calmer.
“Amber? How did- What just happened?” Natasha was at a loss of words.
I sighed. “In a way I can say that Dean is not like me, or you. He’s- he was effected by the so-called treatment I received when I was at Hydra. As far as we know it didn’t affect me, besides my eyes, but Dean- he- he’s not a normal kid.”
Natasha sighed in shock. “What else can he do?” she asked, a bit interested.
I shrugged lightly. “All we know is that he can read minds, thoughts. And replay memories.”
Carol smiled. “He can replay memories? H- How?”
I looked at her. “It’s actually a curse,” I said, making her smile fade lightly. “He was diagnosed with Hyperthymesia at the young age of only two. He could speak, eat by himself, and walk by then. Emrys and I knew different when he started replying to our thoughts. We taught him that it was wrong, and yet he still tries his best to keep to himself. It haunts him. It haunts me.”
Natasha saw tears form in my eyes, which led to her wrapping her arms around me, pulling me to her. Carol saw me tear up more the moment Natasha rested her head on my shoulder. Suddenly a light, sudden shock spread through my body; something I never thought I’d feel again. It was painful. But I thought better than to tell them.
“I’m so sorry Amber.”
I started sobbing in silent pain, breaking down in Natasha’s arms. Bucky stepped up the stairs, noticing me. Without thinking twice, he rushed to me, where he managed to get Natasha to release me into his arms. My hands gripped to his shirt as I leaned against him. He wrapped his arms around me, looking at Natasha with silent questions.
“She’s okay, just- just a little upset.”
Not quite. More like feeling like I’m being shocked to my death for a few seconds.
“It’s okay doll. It’s okay.” He pulled me a little higher so that I stood properly, but still in his grasp. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Without waiting for a response or a reaction, he managed to get me to move to my room, where he placed me down on my bed. He slipped my shoes down, before pulling a blanket over my body.
“Please stay,” I whispered, making him look at me.
“Amber. I don’t think that-”
“Please,” I whispered again, making him sigh.
He knew that he had almost no choice.
“Okay,” he whispered, before walking around the bed, getting in beside me.
I turned to face him, before closing my eyes.
Carefully, Bucky wrapped his arms around me, feeling my body a little warm. He rested his head on mine, before placing his nose against my hair. As silently as possible, he tried to take a great inhale of the smell of my shampoo. A faint smile spread on my lips, unseen by him. I pressed my forehead closer to his chest, making him hold me closer.