5
“You should take it easy with your powers, that arm is not going to last.” Bucky said. He laid on the floor of Daisy's room. He didn't want to get on the bed and there was nothing else, so he just decided to lay down and look at her. He liked doing that, it wasn't the first time. It was almost a week that they were in that hotel and all they did was being in their bedrooms, eating something (Daisy tried, but Bucky could have told that she was pushing herself) and doing... stuff. Like Daisy spent a lot of time on the laptop, while Bucky tried to remember. At night, he had nightmares and she was there when he woke up, searching for a weapon. He also started to leave the door open, so she didn't have to destory it – it has been strange to explain what happened.
“I'm fine,” Daisy said, waking Bucky up. “It's not like I've never had a broken bone.”
“Nevertheless you should take some days off – you can freeze the Watchdogs from here, just typing.. stuff on that computer,” Daisy laughed a little. Bucky had noticed that she laughed very often, and it was sad, ‘cause she had a wonderful laugh. He reminded only two laughs: Steve's and his mother's one. They were beautiful as well, but Daisy's was delicate and lovely. And rare. He wondered why a lot.
“Those idiots are threatening my people, I can't just type stuff and let it all stop,” she said in a light voice. She had learned that that world was still a bit awkward for Bucky – even tho he had a metal arm. He seemed to forget about it most of the time, to be honest.
“How are the others?” suddenly asked Bucky. “I mean, the others inhumans. You all do that quaking-stuff thing?” Daisy laughed again.
“You should find something else to say that is not ‘stuff’, you know?” she said, looking for some moments at the screen of the laptop. “No, everyone of us has a different power. It depends on who you are and what is the need – there is an equilibrium with our powers. It has to.” Bucky sat up, crossing legs and curling lips. He liked to hear something that it wasn't World War or deaths or metal arm or Hydra.
“How do you know that?” he asked.
“A... a friend of mine told me that. He was the one who helped me when I first got my powers – well, my mother did that too, she teached me a lot – but he made me understand them,” she answered. She was sad again, and Bucky understood that it wasn't a topic she was ready to talk about. Like S.H.I.E.L.D.
“Can I at least know his name? He has to be important,” he said carefully.
“Lincoln Campbell,” Daisy told with a little voice. “And he was – yes, he was very, very important.” Bucky's smile faded.
“I'm –” he started to say, but Daisy interrupted him.
“Don't. It's not your fault, so just don't,” she said. Silence fell, and Daisy looked at the screen of the laptot for a few moments before getting up and heading to the little bath. She almost slammed the door behind her and Bucky suddenly hear a little cry, like she was holding her breath. He got up and reached for the door, pressing his body against it.
“Daisy,” he called.
“I'm fine.”
“You're not, open the door,” he said.
“Really, I'm fine,” she said again. Her voice was a little broken, but she managed to hide it. Bucky sighed.
“This crusade you're doing shouldn't be for redeeming yourself, but for protection. Your saftey.” he said. “Open the door, Daisy,” he called again with a gentle tone.
A few moments passed, and then the door got half-open. Daisy sat on the floor near it, knees to the chest while the hair covered her face. Slowly, Bucky sat next to her.
“I'm just trying to do the right thing,” she said. Bucky smiled a little, but it wasn't like the other times.
“You are, but in the process you should try not to die,” he answered. “You know, I need you,” he said again, and that made Daisy smile.
“You don't need me, you're the Winter Soldier and freaking Captain America is your best friend,” she said with a little laugh.
“I'm James Barnes, and he wasn't here when I passed out.. several times. You were – you are.” he gently touched her dark hair, and then left a kiss on her forehead. “It's gonna be fine, Daisy, for both of us.”