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kaittalkstoomuch · 16 days ago

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Hi pookies. Took me longer than expected… but… only the best for Bucky and Clare right? Chapter six is LIVE!

CHAPTER SIX

Tw: guns, alcohol, very very slight mention of torture, the red room, HYDRA, mentions of kidnapping

Once we get back to the compound, the silent mood turns into pure excitement. Laying my eyes on the other jet, I automatically know who’s here. “He’s here a day early!” A huge grin forms on my face. I’m the first to rush in and of course I wanna see my father.

I will always remember the day I was “accidentally” rescued. The team was on a mission to apprehend Stryker. I recall the feeling being intense and eerie. Like, something had happened prior to the events that transpired. Maybe a fight? You could cut the tension with a knife.

The knife that cut it was a familiar voice as I was gathering my things. I thought, “this could be it.” “Please be a door. Please be a door. YIPPIE!” I couldn’t believe who I was hearing. My father opened the door to my cell, which was actually more homey than the one in Serbia.

I was in full disbelief when I saw him. I thought I was hallucinating. I always felt foggy there and I can’t seem to remember why. His eyes brightened in shock. “Clarebear.” His first word to me since that ill-fated night two years ago was my nickname. He hauled me onto that quinjet so quickly that I didn’t get to say goodbye to the twins. Everything moved fast.

Then came the very tearful reunion after Ultron with my mother. The three of us went through so much after that night. Dad was missing all the way in Tennessee and my mother was also kidnapped and was given powers by this thing called Extremis.

Yeah, the three of us went through some fucking shit. I couldn’t talk about what happened for months, until recently. What Rumlow did to me, I can’t even speak out loud yet. I cannot remember what Stryker did though. That part is quite fuzzy and I’m terrified to know.

When I was in the Red Room, I was mind controlled to Dreykov’s liking, only I was defiant. Absolutely, if my theory is correct and Bucky and I were lovers while he trained me, oh yeah. I was Dreykov’s weakness and strength for my smarts and combat. I didn’t even make it to my Graduation ceremony…

Now, as I try to recollect my every being, something feels missing. And I can’t put my finger on it. It feels as if there was this invisible string tethering, pulling. I had that same feeling when I was with Bucky for that split second earlier. It felt warm and familiar. I had butterflies and a sense of peace with him.

I can’t help but to think, could he be it? What that invisible string leads me too? He has to be. I have everything I need and yet, I still feel so empty.

I’m the first to enter the compound. Completely forgetting the two following me as I’m entranced by the decorations. Balloons of my favorite color. Confetti everywhere in black and red. The “CONGRATS CLARE” banner clad onto the kitchen ceiling. Dad had outdid himself.

“DAD!” I shout coming in almost starling Sam a bit. “CLAREBEAR!” He shouts with open arms and then cradles me in them. “I thought you weren’t coming in for another couple of days!” “I thought I'd surprise you! After all, we do have something to celebrate.”

I’m confused for a split second and then remembered. “Oh yeah, I’m part of S.H.I.E.L.D. now!” I say mustering as much excitement as I can. The truth is that I am excited. Truly. However, that overwhelming feeling of feeling like something’s missing from me takes over. Imposter syndrome, maybe?

“Here, have a drink.” Dad says holding out a dirty martini. The very thing that keeps me from thinking of everything, but causes some filthy dreams as of recent. I look at the drink in awe. “I’m not even twenty-one yet.” I say with a chuckle. “Sweetheart, you’ve earned it. Besides, I know you, Wanda, Natasha have drinks secretly.”

“Whoops.” I say sarcastically before grinning at Natasha behind me. “So much for being trained spies, huh?” slips out of my lips and I look around shocked. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry.” Everyone chuckles a bit. “Don’t be Clare. Humor is the best way to cope.” Vision states.

I grab the drink from dad and grin. “A dirty martini?” “Natasha said that’s all you can handle. Wanda also made it!” I look at the drink and examine it for a second. I smile at the sweet gesture from Wanda. She typically never makes the drinks, so I brace for myself.

“Thanks, Wands!” I call her by the nickname I gave her in Sokovia. She just always gave me those witchy vibes. “It was my pleasure, Clarebear.” A shiver goes down my spine by the way she says my nickname, which doesn’t happen.

“TO AGENT STARK!” Everyone has drinks in their hands at this point. All that’s missing were Thor, Bruce, Clint, and my mother. And theoretically, Bucky. “Cheers!” I say toasting to myself. I quietly drink my drink.

The sting of vodka burns my throat with the hit of vermouth. I giggle. She passed the test. “IT’S SO GOOD WANDS!” Her smile beams all around the room, with a noticeable red hue that sparkles in her eyes…. Just like my dreams.

Believe it or not though, we’ve been each other’s rock since Sokovia. We had adjoining cells. I was close to Pietro as well. He was incredibly protective of both of us.

When we’d have “free time” from being experimented on, Wanda would always tell me that Pietro had a crush on me. I would say he most definitely didn’t and I wouldn’t be looking for anything. Plus, I wanted to stay on Stryker’s good side. Considering I’d be punished if I didn’t comply with the torture.

I suddenly wonder what would happen if I mentioned Bucky to her. I mean, if we were lovers, I would’ve gushed about him to my best friend right? No, not yet. I want to have a good time! By the time I’m buzzed because Wanda put a lot of vodka in my drink, dad pulls me aside.

“C’mon Agent Stark, I have a present for you.” I sip my drink with wide eyes. “You do?” “Of course! Anything for my incredibly intelligent daughter.”

He guides me to my room and I get confused. “Dad…” I start as I spin around to see if there’s anything different. “Not to sound like a spoiled brat, but… where is it?” I add a little giggle.

He smiles before handing me a bracelet. “Aw dad.” I say as he wraps it around my wrist and I inspect it’s colors. Red and grey, with lines of black and burgundy. The colors of a Black Widow and my favorite color. I’m actually quite speechless.

“I know, I really outdone myself.” I laugh at my father. “You did. It’s beautiful.” “I know you don’t find solace in what happened and it traumatized you. I completely understand buttercup. This is a reminder that you are who you are. You could use your abilities for good. You are a good person. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

I hug him tightly and laughed to hide the tears that were forming. “Thanks, daddy.” He’s right. I will use my abilities for good. The past two years made me who I am, even if I don’t remember the majority of it. “I love the details you put in it.”

I examine it further. It’s nanotechnology! Dad has been raving about his latest work with his suit. I’ve been excited to hear more about it! “Dad… is this what I think it is?” His shit eating grin tells me what I need. “I knew they wanted you to be a consultant for months. I’ve been thinking of how I could be with you. Protect you. So I made you this.”

I laugh. “As if I’m not a former ass kicking Widow.” I laugh more while I look at it and catch another detail. It’s similar to the one I made and then gave to Violet. I’m gonna be sick. “I made the color scheme from that bracelet you made. You are not alone, Clare.”

I hug him tightly again. “Thank you, dad.” I smile lightly. “I love it. Thank you for protecting me.” “Of course sweetheart. I’m your father, it’s my responsibility. My duty… also… you have a new buddy. Say ‘hi.’”

I look around confused. “Hello.” I look at the bracelet and then information about myself pops up as well as its name. I’m startled that I practically jump in my dads arms. “Hello, love!” The British sounding AI system speaks.

Dad smirks. “Meet L.A.N.C.E.! I based his voice off of that boy band you loved!” My dad mentioning One direction makes me want to laugh. “Were you trying to give me an arc reactor next?!” I joke pointing to the object in his chest.

“Do you have shrapnel in your chest?” He retorts back and we both laugh. “I made your own system while I was making F.R.I.D.A.Y.. I figured you can use a system as much as I do.” “Hi L.A.N.C.E. it’s great to meet you!” “It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Miss. Stark.”

I laugh at the “Miss. Stark”. Thinking of the possibility of “Mrs. Barnes.” “He will also only answer to you. He will be accessible on your bracelet and your other room as well.”

Fuck. My training room. He wasn’t supposed to know about that. “Nice aim with the bullets, by the way.” I laugh nervously. “Well, I did get trained to be a deadly assassin.” We both laugh. “I do wanna see your knife throwing skills too. Just don’t use widow bites on me.” I laugh again. “I won’t. I promise.”

My mood sombers when I start thinking of when I was in the Red Room. When I was training in combat and would fight other Widows in training, including Yelena. “Are you alright?” My dad snaps me out of it.

“Yeah… I’ve just been having nightmares about my captivity - which, I don’t remember most of. It’s crazy how time traumatizes you… How did you get through it?” Dad takes a deep breath as we sit on my bed. “This is gonna sound cliche, but you and Pepper. Coming out as Iron Man helped too. I had nightmares of being in captivity as well.”

I wrap my arms around him. “I’m so sorry, dad. You shouldn’t have gone through that.” “I’m okay, darling. We both went through some shit and it made us who we are today. Even your mother did.”

My mother. “When I was recovering from that alien invasion, I made dozens of suits to cope.” I smile sadly. “I remember.” I speak quietly, thinking of that brief period before I was kidnapped. “It almost cost your mother and I.”

My heart sinks. I do remember them fighting a lot and my dad never sleeping. My mom would be so furious with him. I’d be upset too, with both of them. I wish they could’ve worked it out then. But, my kidnapping and him saving her life brought them back together.

“Where is mom anyway?” I ask. He considers his answer very carefully. I note the hesitation. “She’s dealing with last minute things with Stark. She is really proud of you.”

Being trained to tell if someone is lying completely stuck. There’s something going on that he doesn’t want me to know. Not yet, anyway.

“That’s okay. She’ll see me soon.” I say with a fake smile. Dad smiles back in a sad manner. “Hey L.A.N.C.E.?” I say to test it again, while looking at my information. That’s a flattering photo of me. “Yes, ma’am.” Dad and I both laugh.

“Not ‘ma’am.’ I’m only twenty years old.” “Okay, yes doll.” My eyes widen and burn as I look at the information, which is now tinted red. The photo of me is now of me in my Widow uniform. “Doll.” Bucky’s voice is in my head briefly… he should be here.

“Do you think I could go back for more drinks?” I ask with a smile hiding my pain. “Yes. According to my data, you are not old enough to drink, but Mr. Stark says it’s okay. So, celebrate!”

Okay, I’m loving my new best friend, but my mind is still roaring with thoughts about Bucky and my time in the red room. They’re memories… they have to be. He was or is my lover. I somehow had my memories wiped and somehow they’re coming back. That’s the only explanation, but how?

“Let's celebrate and show off your new gift!” Dad says. “Yeah!0 I say getting ready for the either haunting dreams or filthy dreams.

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