#Anastasia Lacey Smirnov Barnes Rogers

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Finding Help In Unlikely Places

Bingo Spot: Nightmare Summary: After Anastasia is woken up from a nightmare she is comforted by an unexpected person Words: 1.2k Warning: a bit of angst at first but it turns into fluff A/N: It does have an OC character in it but here is the link to her character description 

[Anastasia’s Point of Veiw]

“Mrs. Smirnov!”

I jerk awake breathing heavily. My eyes blink the haze away and I register where I am, in bed. 

“Mrs. Smirnov you were having another nightmare. Would you like me to alert Mr. Stark?” 

I shake my head and drag my hands down my face. “No that will be alright.” 

Without a second thought, I head out the door, but by the time I am halfway down the hall, I regret my decision entirely. My body shivers when I realize it is the middle of winter and I forgot to change out of my tank top and shorts. When I have nightmares most of the time I hyperventilate as well so Jarvis opens all the windows to let fresh air in. He hopes the cold breeze will be like a slap in the face to drag me out of a trance. And he opened the windows again, but there is a freezing breeze following me down the hallway. 

I aimlessly walk down the hall until I stop at the common room. Heading for the fridge, I stalk towards the kitchen and grab the leftovers from earlier tonight. 

Crash! 

I dropped the plate. Tears well up and press against my eyes and I can’t control them anymore. They drip down my face slowly at first, but as the damn breaks down they fall fast and fat. My body lurches forward as a sob racks through me and I slap a hand over my mouth. Pain explodes through my back as I slid down the cabinets onto the cold floor. 

“Anastasia?” a gravelly voice calls. 

I gasp a quiet yes and the word is muffled by my hand still trapped over my mouth.

Bucky walks around the corner of the counter and sits down next to me. He gives me a respectful distance and keeps his hands where I can see them without touching me. “You okay?” 

Another choked yes tumbles out of my mouth. 

“No your not. And I understand if you don’t want to talk but I know what the PTSD-panic-attack-crying looks like and this is it, my friend.” 

“I- No I’m fine.” I try my best to keep my words steady but they jump and shake as they make their way out. 

“Is there anything I can do for you?” he asks. His blue eyes sparkle as he turns his head towards me. 

“Stay with me?” I whisper not baring to look at him. 

He whispers a small of course and slides down a little lower, to get comfortable. I scootch closer and lay down, with my head in his lap. His body tenses up a bit before he registers this as an act of comfort. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

“It’s the same as always. Flashbacks of things I don’t remember living through.” My body shudders. “My mom dying. My dad dying. The Chitauri attack.  just can’t take it anymore!” I practically shout the last part as the tears come back. 

Bucky is silent for a moment before saying, “Steve is much better at this than me.” He goes quiet again. I feel like he is thinking back to every time he was in this same position with Steve. Tentatively, he reached out to run his finger through my hair. Shakily at first, as to not scare me off but more sure when I don’t flinch away. 

“What would Steve usually say?” I ask looking up at him. 

“He would usually tell me about his day or describe one of the new drawings he is doing. Basically, just take my mind off of it until my breathing calms and we can talk it through.” 

There is another moment of silence before you say, “Tell me about your day.” “Well first I woke up and Steve was already gone,” he starts. “I went to the kitchen to see that he was struggling to make us breakfast. He claimed that he was trying to make me breakfast in bed before we go work out. The pancakes were burning and the smoothy was splattered all over the walls. We had so much fun spending over an hour cleaning up the kitchen, just fooling around flicking batter all over each other and smooshing strawberries into our mouths. After that, we took a shower together before getting ready for a workout.” He pauses for a moment, chuckling. “I’m sure you’ve seen it, Steve has the tightest shirts I have ever seen!” 

“They are pretty bad,” you mumble. 

“The absolute worst! Anyway,” he says shaking his head, “we went for a run and beat our previous record with twenty miles in thirty-five minutes. Next, we went back to the gym here in the tower and did some weight training. We each tried to out bench-press each other before Steve pulled something. But thanks to his super-soldiery-shit it only took him the walk back to our apartment to heal back up. We spent the afternoon watching old Disney movies before Jarvis told us that Stark needed us. All it turned out to be was because he was nervous about what to get Pepper for their anniversary. We settled on an edible arrangement, minus the strawberries of course, and a diamond necklace. It was quite beautiful.” He stops running his hands through your hair and starts braiding it. “We ordered in Chinese food and finished our paperwork after yesterday’s mission. That is pretty much it.” 

“Tell me about the 40s,” you breath. 

“Life was a lot simpler. The food was bland, the TVs black and white. The women were a lot easier to swoon back then, but in reality, I only had eyes for Steve, but that wasn’t allowed back then. Life was less fast-paced. The war was awful, people leaving left and right but never coming back. Obviously, we didn’t have most of the luxuries we have today, but even if we did Steve and I could never afford it. Music was much more upbeat back then. But I do enjoy modern rock music, it is more entertaining.” 

My eyes are struggling to stay open and my breathing has evened out. I feel him shift underneath me until Bucky is standing with cradled in his arms. The gentle sway of him walking is what finally lulls me to sleep.

[Bucky’s Point of View]

I can’t bear to put her back in her bed where she will be all by herself so I bring her down to Steve and I’s floor. 

When I get there Steve is sitting on the counter drawing and the sun is starting to poke through the horizon. Steve gives me a questioning look when he sees Anastasia in my arms but I ignore him for a moment choosing to walk her down the hallway to our room. I set her down on our bed and cover her with the blankets. 

“What is that about?” Steve asks when I get back to the kitchen. 

“I couldn’t sleep so Jarvis sent me up to her floor to help her out. She has been having a bunch of nightmares lately and he thought I could help.”

The elevator opens and Tony struts out already wearing a suit. 

“Do you sleep in that thing, Stark?” I tease. 

“No mocking today, Buckeroo. I saw how you were with her.” 

I tense up nervous I unknowingly did something wrong. 

“I know you too have been wanting to adopt children for a while now and have been waitlisted several times. Thankfully her adoption to me has not been finalized just yet. How would you two like to be legal guardians to our little Anastasia?”

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Bathroom Scene

Bingo Spot: New Powers Summary: Anastasia is back at school after being kidnapped and experimented on and is suffering through lunch when something unexpected happens.  Words: 672 Warning: trauma avoidance, does crying count? (There isn’t much going on here) A/N: Here is the link to get all the background links to all the information on the characters so everything makes sense. This is also set after the kidnapping

“I can’t believe she…” Ryden trials off as I come closer to the table. “Hey, Anna.” I nod my hellos to everyone silently. I don’t really talk much since It happened, and they don’t really know how to treat me anyway. They seem jumpy. The conversation moves to a more upbeat topic and as always I am not a part of it. I sit there racking my nails up and down my arms, to a point where it draws blood in a few places. I’m trying to think of anything but It when Nesrin says, “You’re bleeding.” She reaches out to touch my arm and I jump back. “Don’t touch me,” I say a quaver in my voice. “Oh, you’re so dramatic, just let us see,” Ryden says grabbing my arm. A bolt of electricity jets out of my arm and into his, he flies out of his seat landing on his butt. I stare at him shocked at what I did before I blubber out, “A-are you okay?” “I-I’m fine,” he stutters sounding perplexed. He looks up at me his black eyes dazed and blinking like crazy. “But… who are you?” My heart skips a beat, and you can feel the ripple of concern and confusion go through the small crowd gathered around us. Tears gather in my eyes and fall in rapid-fire as I run out of the room. I make random blind turns not having any clue where I am going. Turning down another hallway my shoulder slams against the first door on my left bursting into the room. Using the heels of my hands to wipe my eyes, I look around the classroom I entered, well it isn’t actually a classroom more of a bathroom. My footsteps echo through the room turn the water on to splash on my face, tears still streaming down my eyes, but the water doesn't come out. I take deep breaths to calm myself down but they can do nothing but shake, but not as bad as my hands gripping the porcelain sink. My eyes shut and It flashes through my mind. The dark damp room I was kept in; the chains wrapped around my wrists hanging me from the walls; the electricity running from the wires out within my body; the needle sliding underneath the soft skin on the inside of my elbow and the cold chemicals seeping through my body; the sound of the whip cracking through the air and the feeling of the leather cutting into my skin. The breath I took hitches on the lump in my throat and speeds up. The room spins and I rest my head in my hands and my elbows on the sink. CRACK! My hair whips around my face while I turn just in time to see the ball of water splash on me. I gasp and sputter as another spray of water explodes into the air. The realization slaps me in the face- as well as another ball of water- that it’s the toilets exploding with water, and that it is somehow me controlling them. With the realization, more toilets explode, and this time the sinks explode to; starting with the one furthest away from me. Each one shatters, and I’m so scared that I cannot move. Then it happens, a shard of glass shoots out of the sink in front of me and lodges itself in my side. I shriek and drop to the ground scooting on my butt into the corner and curling in on myself. With my back against the wall, my knees tucked up against my chest, I have tears streaming out of my eyes. I am soaked through with water and it’s starting to pool around me, flooding the bathroom. The water around me, forming a ring, is tinged pink with blood. Strong arms wrap around me, lifting me up from the ground with hands under my knees and neck. I bury my face in a strong, sturdy chest and sob. “Oh Lace, sweetie,” Deve cooes.