#and she walks away without a sratch

[the-simple-creature]

If Lizzy gets hurt in episode 8 and just walks it off or, even better, if they show us her healing...

I just want everybody to know I called it.

[apolla62200]

Promise

Summary: Bucky has always thought he was damned to never find his soulmate, Etkatrina always thought she was damned to walk the earth alone forever. Apart these two have had a cursed existence, but together maybe they came finally see how one word can mean such an unbreakable bond.

Warnings: none at the moment

A/N: This gets deep fast, trust me @lovelynemesis and please overlook spelling and grammar.

Chapter two:

The first thing Bucky's mind was able to comprehend was the intense pain centered in the back of his skull. Opening his eyes to see the sterile white walls of a lab, anxiety and years of instinct quickly allowed him to sit up and asses his surroundings, which was a fair feet given the amount of injuries he had sustained. The first thought to register in his mind was his chosen. 

He remebered falling to the ground with her in his arms, and then blackness. " Where is she?" he slurred into the silence knowing good and well someone was monitoring him. Bucky went to sit up and remove the IV's placed in the flesh arm and the wires connected to his metal prosthectic, but as he rose it felt like he had been punched in the chest. " Wow there manchurian candidate, slow it down. Your girls fine. You on the other hand are a little worse for wear." Tony said as he entered the lab. Figures, Starks the only one with the tech to pull this off.

 Bucky glared at Tony, expecting him to elaborate more on his chosens condition, but apparently that was expecting too much from the billionare. "How is she doing?" he asked hopeful she was in better shape than he was. Tony's face seemed to darken upon the question. "Depends on your defention of okay" Tony told him honestly. Bucky stiffened at the wording of tony's sentance, dread beggining to fill his mind. " Whats wrong with her?'' 

Tony stayed silent for a moment longer, which scared him more than anything given the person he was talking too. Tony took a deep breath before turning to face him fully. "Well, for starters, she's dead." That Stament sent Bucky's mind into overdrive. Forgeting all thoughts of his preivous pain he lunged for stark, unable to stop himself from slipping into the winter soldeir fecade he tried so hard to contain. Tony retreated out of Bucky's grasp, narrowly escaping the enraged soldier. 

" Wow Wow Wow, Calm yourself, she's okay." Tony said confusing Bucky enough to slow him down. Noticing this Tony took advantage of the situation.  " She's in the room a few doors down from here. I believe there may have been  some miscommunication." Tony said in a placid manor, still backing away from a fury fueled soldeir." Actually I believe the proper term would be undead."  This made Buck stop completly and furrow his brows in obvious confusion. Tony took a cautious step foward and sratched the back of his neck nervously.

" It'll be easier to show you than trying to explain it." he admitted honestly, still not fully understanding the womans situation himself. Unable to come out of soldier mode until he was given undenialable proff she was okay, he lifted himself up off the bed, careful to avoid stretching his torso, and nodded. Tony threw him a shirt and a pair of joggers he kept in the closet, then turned to give him a little privacy. It  took longer than expected to stretch the bleached cotton material over his body , but even the burns covering his upper torso and back would not deter him. Finished with changing he turned, his silent glare being enough modevate the billionare to hurry .Wasteing  no time, Tony lead Bucky to the room where the sleeping female lay. 

When they entered the soldiers eyes examined his chosen, soaking in the details he did not have time to take in the first time he laid eyes upon her. His took in the mixed shades of her hair. If he looked close enough he could make out a little bit of every hair color, from the warm chocolate, to the specks of vibrant dark tones of black, and the chestnut strandes that lay across her cheeks, all casscading into a mess of waves across the pillow under her head.  Her face had a soft tone to it, her cheeks rounded and the perfectly shaded, her nose so small it looked like a button. Her eyes, he remembered were this beuatiful shade of hazel, a swirling vortex  of green, blue, brown, and gold, with long thick black eyelashes that seemed to draw you in. He also remembered her skin being ice cold, the shade taking on the color of snow, and looking at it know it seemed to almost glisten in the light like frost. Her lips were full and looked as soft as velvet, coated with a familar shade of rose with subtle undertones of peach., but looking at her now he saw them, two small fangs laying across the tip of her bottom lip. 

His eyes narrowed at the mask that covered her mouth and nose that seemed to be emitting a gas like substance that was keeping her subdued. Noticing the look the soldier was giving it, Tony stepped in to explain. " We couldn't penatrate her skin with any needle we had, they kept breaking. We think they used some kind of chemical agent bonded with her venom, to penatrate her skin." The soldiers eyes immdeatly went to the dots that were scattered on her arm, and he turned to Tony. Realizing his silent implication, Tony was quick to correct the soldier. " We didn't try anything beyond simple IV's. I just had Bruce swab some of her newer injection sights so we could get a little insight on how her body would react to certain things. We mixed a Class-B antisthetic with some of her venom and vaptorized it so her body could absorb it. When she woke up she went into a frenzy. From the looks of it she hasn't fed in a while." 

Tony couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. Turning to Bucky, he apoligized. " I'm sorry, It's just well, you expect this kinda stuff to be myths and fantasy, and then here she is laying right before us. I shouldn't be surprised really, not to long  ago I wouldn't have believed aliens were real, and then New York happened." Tony reasoned. Seeing that she was okay and that she was within his reach, the soldier mindset began to fade and slowly he became Bucky again. Sighing he asked tony. " When can she wake up again?" Tony looked at him for a moment, before carefully choosing each word. "We can't allow her to wake up until we can assure she can control herself. Like I said earlier, when we first returned she went into a frenzy. Her hunger has the best of her right now." 

Bucky looked at his chosen, and gently reached out to grasp her hand. " She can drink from me" Bucky offered. " I don't think so capsicle number two. We can't risk her drinking you dry. We don't know her level of control after not being fed this long." Tony said leveling the amount of gas flowing in the tubes with the tech by her bedside. " But me and bruce have a plan. We think that we can use this machine here to vaporize the blood, and let it get aborbed into her system. Just until She can feed without losing control, the only problem is the blood has to be fresh, from what I've read dead mans blood will do more harm than good.( A shout out to the one who can name this refrence) Thats why waited until you woke up. We wanted to ask you about it before we did anything. We know how important she is to you." Tony explained, watching Bucky as he looked lovingly at his chosen." Okay" Bucky agreed, looking to Tony. He hated seeing his chosen like this. He realized in that moment he didn't even know her name. That would be the first thing he would ask her when she was awake, he resolved stroking  the backside of her hand with his thumb.       

   To say he was upset was an understament. Right after he had agrred Tony called Bruce and kicked him out of the room., locking the door effectivily putting space between him and her. It hurt him for some reason, the space between them. He felt fine only moments ago when he had been holding her hand, but now all he could think of were all the ways this could go wrong. This was when Winter saw fit to make his opinon about the situation known. "She could attack them upon awakening and go into a frenzy." Winter reasoned with his logic.  " No she's better than that"  Bucky aruged with Winters instincts, trying to find a common ground, that would appease them both " Not if she doesnt have any control."  Winter reasoned  " They weren't feeding her, her first instinct is going to be to  jump the first thing she sees with a pulse." Bucky stopped seeing the logic in Winters words." Your only seeing the negative in this situation." he countered tryng to gain a more solid footing in this argument. " And your only seeing what you want to see James,  Just because she's your chosen doesnt mean she isn't dangerous to you, more so than I have ever been." He growled at Winter, lashing out at his other half

 " You don't know what your talking about, besides even if she is as dangerous as you say, Why did you come out when I thought she was gone"  .Sneering at the possiblity his emotions got the better of him, Winter calmly rationalized, " Your grief had momentarly stunned you, I took it upon myself to do what you would have had you been capable and acted accordingly, besides despite your common believe I am apart of you James, that makes her my chosen as well." Frozen at Winter revalation, he sat htere in silence for a moment, allowing winter to speak again." All I'm saying is the moment she wakes up she's going to do what any caged animal does and go by her instincts." Unable to prove him wrong bucky simpled ended the argument with " She's better than that, your wrong." 

The footsteps beside him came to a stop and a hand laid itself upon his shoulder.  " Whose wrong Buck? " Steve asked jarring him out of his head. " It's nothing Steve" he said brushing off his pals concern.  Steve furrowed his brow and took in the state of his friend, well more like brother. " It's happening again isn't it, your talking with him." Steve only wanted to help his friend, but trying to get bucky to admit he needed help was a task eaiser said than done. " I said I'm fine Steve. Let it go." Bucky said affecivly ending that conversation. It was the suddenly crash that caught both thier attention.       

 " Friday, what's going on in there, let me in." Bucky all but shouted rushing to the door when They heard bruce yell something at Tony. " I'm sorry Sergent Barnes, but Mr. Stark has ordered no one enter the room until he gives the all clear. I can however tell you the proceejure has endured an unexpected complication." Panic seizing him, he banged on the door wanting to be let in.  " What's happening Friday"  Steve asked trying to get Bucky to move away from the door. It took a minute for the A.I.'s responce. " The woman on the table seemed to have a negtive responce to the venom infused blood vapor. Mr. stark thought since that was how he had to administor the anasthedic that would also be how he got the blood into her sytem. However after a fail attempt,  Dr. Banner suggested just vaporizing the blood and letting her take it in that way. Her body has stablized as much as it can with her immune system. Which is virtually nonexistant along with most human body funtions, we are unable to estimate time of recovery, given the lack of data on the subject but Mr. Stark assures she will heal at an more acceled rate than a normal human, ten times faster than you or Sergent Barnes, Captain Rodgers."

 It wasn't too long after that the the doors to the med lab were opened to reveal a blood speckled Bruce, and a sheet white Tony. " She's awake" was all he said.

Etkatrina watched silently as two men entered the room. One she reconized immeditaly as Captain Amercia, or less commonly know Steven Grant Rodgers.( Just Steve really) The second she reconized only by the way her body reacted to his presence. It was a strong pull to be near him, to want all his attention, and to feel him hold her in his arms. This man was her chosen. She studied him closely, from the long brown hair that covered his face to the deep pits of ceurelan blue that were his eyes, to the bright shine of the vibrainium arm that attached at his shoulder. In less than three seconds she had been in his presence, and it felt like she had known him all her life. She looked down at her wrist and very softly traced her mark. " I've waited a long time to meet you, Your just as beuatiful as I always imagined " He said coming to kneel beside her bed. Silence engulfed the pair, and Etaktrina wanted to hear him speak again.          

 " Twenty says I've got you beat on the waiting part." She laughed trying to joke with him, wanting to hear his laugh. He chuckled at her attempt. " About eighty years" She smirked at him and challanged " Try two hundred". Her chosen returned her smirk and confidently replied with " You don't look a day over twenty doll." She giggled at him and retorted "Smooth". Steve came into the conversation then remarking " You should have seen him in the fourties, always such a charmer." Her brows furrowed at the thought of her chosen flirting with other women, and a small but fural grow slipped past her lips unintentionally. " Nothing serious doll"

 Her chosen told her grasping her hand and tracing her mark as if to say " promise ".She relished the first human contact she'd had in years that hadn't had harmful intent behind it. She watched him look over her face eyes stopping at the point where her fangs met her bottom lip. She looked away embaressed at what she was, that was until she felt him slip his fingers underneath her chin and turn her head towards him. " Don't be that way" he whispered softly only for her to hear. " How can you aceept me, I'm a monster, The thing parents tell thier children about at night." Her chosen simply softly smiled at her with a hidden pain in his eyes and cupped the side of her face. "We all have our pasts and in a way we're all monsters,  but you know when a monster isn't a monster anymore" He asked with glazed eyes, like he wasn't talking just about her. She knew the qoute fondly so she leaned into his touch and barly whispered " When someone loves it." He smiled at her expression. 

Eyes closd and lips barly parted head leaned agaist his palm. This was a position of trust, and she trusted him whole heartedly. " Exactly and your my chosen, you know what that means" he asked her in a faint whisper. " It means I'll love you uncondtionally; past and flaws included, and hope you'll do the same in return because I believe we were put together for a reason. I don't know what reason that is just yet, but I'm willing to take the time and find out"  He said rising to his feet and kissing her forhead, his lips ghosting her skin like a brush of wind. She sat stunned at his next words. They struck her hard, and even though her heart no longer beat she could swear it was pounding agaist her chest right now. 

" ya budu vashim zashchitnikom, vashim drugum, i lyubouniko. ya budu use chto nuzhno chtoby ya."( i will be you protector, your friend and your lover.whatever you need)  They were in her birth tounge. he spoke it clearly and with so much emotion, she would have been in tears, had she been capable of producing them. " spasibo"(thank you)  She whispered to him. " Don't thank me, I mean it I will be whatever you need me to be. ya zde`s moya malen`kiy kotenok"( im here my little kitten)  she stuck her tounge out at him for the nickname, but was otherwised touched by the statment. 

" kakiye vy zovut"( whats your name)  He asked her. " menya  zovut Etkatrina Analesia Morazovya." ( my name is...) She told him. " I ty' ( and you)he asked wanting to hear the name of her chosen as bad as he did. He smiled at her. He seemed to do that a lot around her, but she didn't mind. " menya zovut James Buchanan Barnes ". She heard Steve groan once he had hear James tell her his name. " Why didn't you tell her your nickname, Buck. You hate your name." Steve whined. She furrowed her brows and rather confidently said. " He has a wondeful name, and I will adress him by such. " Steve stood frozen for a moment before his mannars kicked in. 

" No ma'am I just ment growing up he... he hated the name James so we always called him bucky." Steve stuttered turning the brightest shades of pink. James laughed at his brothers embarassment, and smiled proudly at the amount of sass his girl packed in her. " Doll if you want to call me James, call me James, if you want to call me Bucky, call me Bucky. It don't matter to me as long as your right here beside me." Realizing how she must've sounded she quickly backstracked. " I'm sorry Steve It's just..." It was steves turn to smile." Nah, Don't apolagize Kat We all have our prefrences" She rose her brow at the new nickname and smiled. 

" Kat I like it, but I prefer Katzya over kat keeps the russian tone to it "  She said then turned to James. " Let me guess, that my new nickname" His smirk became a full blow grin and he laughed at her tone. " malen`kiy kotenok it suits you" he whispered to her.  then  turned to steve and upon remembering he didn't understand russian,  laughed at the confused expression on Steves face.   " It means little kitten" answering his brothers unspoken question. Steve cheeks turned pink again causing all of them to laugh together. It was the first time in two centries Katzya had been this happy, but she knew all good things had to come to an end.