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Daisy had her laptop over a pillow and was murmuring something while typing. She wanted to go outside and chase the Watchdogs but she couldn't leave Bucky – she knew that. He was more important. Hard to say as hard to think.
So she managed to block them better that she could from there. No money, no guns, right?
“Damn it!” she almost screamed. She was cutted off the system again. Sutpid hotel's wifi. She colsed the laptot and stared at the wall.
“One day off, Daisy. You can take one day off, right?” she said to herself. “Right.”
She sneaked under the covers, but her eyes were wide open. In the next room Bucky was already asleep, she sensed his breath and his heart. She felt like a connection with him, maybe a result of what she did. Or maybe she was just worried. She used to feel Lincoln's heart too after his almost death. She was there to reanimate him the first time. Too bad it had been pointless: he died anyway, saving the whole world.
Daisy thought a lot about Lincoln, even tho she shouldn't had. It was her weakness, that kind that keeps you wake at night. But she managed to close her eyes and try to sleep a little.
Daisy almost fell from the bed. That scream was almost unreal – not human. She reached for the wall that separated her room from Bucky's one, knoking hardly.
“Bucky!” she called. No answer. She crawled out of the bed, exit the room and then reached for Bucky's door. She knoked again, but the guy was groaning. She rapidly looked around her and then opened the door with a wave.
“Bucky, Bucky wake up,” she said, reaching for his bed. She gently touched his shoulder, trying to wake him up, but he was still crying out, murmuring something. “Bucky, c'mon,” she said again. His heart was beating faster than ever, he was all tensed and sweating. “James, look at me!” she called. Bucky opened his eyes, still heavy breathing, but at the sight of the girl he relaxed.
“Daisy,” he said only. They stayed like that a bit, then Bucky sat down and runned his fingers through his hair. “Did I woke you up?” he asked in a rough voice. A little smile crossed Daisy's face.
“You almost woke up the entire hotel,” she said. “Were you having a nightmare?” she asked then. The images passed into Bucky's mind again and he shook his head.
“I don't want to talk about it,” he answered. Daisy nodded a little, and the silence fell again. It wasn't and awkward silence, the one where you don't know if you should talk or not, it was pleasant and reassuring. Bucky felt it like if Daisy was telling him ‘It's okay, I understand, but I'm still here for you’. That girl could calm him down in a second and he barely knew her.
“You can go if you want to,” he said, not really meaning it. She gave him another smile.
“I'll wait for you to fall asleep again, if you don't mind,” she said, gently touching his cheek. “Better not wake other people, this is the only hotel I can afford right now,” she added amused. Bucky forced a smile – he wasn't used to it – and slowly laid again.
“Thank you, Daisy.”