Awkward Situations
Once the initial shock of seeing America’s hero wore off you and Jemma returned the greeting, while yours was a little quiet, Jemma’s was a little obnoxious. And by “a little” you meant a lot.
“Captain Rogers,” she proclaimed loudly. “What an absolute honor to meet you! I have so many questions for you, when you’re not busy of course, so considering you’re quite busy now, with us obviously, do you want to schedule something in for later. This evening maybe? Not a date or anything, I would consider it more of an interview.” as she started to ramble on, you decided you should butt in, knowing her she could go on for hours.
“Jemma.” she turned and looked at you with that little expression of giddiness and confusion that you loved most about her. “I think Captain Rogers is more interested in your potential cure for Bucky.” you reminded her.
“Oh! Of course, I almost completely forgot! How rude of me!” she chastised herself.
“Not a problem Dr. Simmons. However, if I may, before you start explaining the procedure,” he began turning to the bodyguards still surrounding us, “but I would love to know why this Agent is in handcuffs.” he questioned as he gestured to you.
“Well Captain, she’s a danger to the faculty, not to mention the structural integrity of this building. Here in Wakanda earthquakes are almost inexistent, this building isn’t meant to withstand the force of a major earthquake, which this thing is capable of creating.” he said, getting more heated with every word, not realizing his mistake until it was too late.
“Thing?” Captain Rogers retorted, “This woman has given her life for S.H.I.E.L.D., multiple times if I’m not mistaken, and most importantly she’s a person like you and me.” The Captain practically growled at the last statement.
“Of course Captain Rogers, the restraints will be removed at once.” he murmured, not daring to anger the Captain any more than he had already. A few seconds went by until one of guards came back with the key to the handcuffs, taking them off of you. As you rubbed your wrists, you saw Bucky in the corner of the hallway giving you a sympathetic look, of course it was sympathetic, he knew what it felt like to be treated as a monster.
Once the tension in the room had died down, Jemma seemed to remember her explanation of the procedure. “Ah yes, where were we? The procedure! Right, of course! So my hypothesis is a little out of the box, and we’d have to find the best in the business, but it could possibly work. It’ll definitely take some time, though I’m sure that’s not a huge issue right now. The basic solution to fixing the problem, I believe at least, is as simple as hypnotism! Ingenious, really. If we can manage to train Mr. Barnes’ brain into hearing the individual words as different actions, completely unrelated to the Winter Soldier trigger, then we can build up the words together, to equal different actions, and so on and so on, sort of like a pyramid. We’d start with one word a week, training him to hear the word and associate it with a harmless action. Next we’d take two words, and then three, and four, until we have all nine words together. With enough training, saying these nine words will become a series of harmless actions. Maybe he could make us brownies, or even have these actions correlate to dusting. It’s simple in theory, of course, however with the right person, this could go off without a hitch.” she explained, entrancing Captain Rogers with every word.
“That’s brilliant.” he said after a long silence. Looking at Bucky, he said a silent, “What do you think?,” to which Bucky replied with a silent, “Not bad.” “Dr. Simmons please follow one of these guards and feel free to get set up in your lab.” Captain Rogers said with a smile.
“Oh please Captain, just call me Jemma.” she said coyly.
“Alright Jemma, but please call me Steve.” he replied.
After watching this exchange you got tired quickly, visibly tiring from the events of the day. You yawned feeling your eyes getting tired, accidentally making eye contact with Bucky, you gave him a small smile, to which he started towards you.
“Let’s get you to your room, this has been a long day, and you didn’t get much sleep last night.” he whispered into your ear.
“Alright.” you smiled at how caring he was, even though you had just met. You followed him up to the guest rooms, him still guiding you with your hands entwined. “Spar tomorrow? 6?” you asked him with a smirk.
“Sure doll, whatever you want. But I would love to get a name to work with.” he answered.
“Call me Daisy.” you said, feeling a bit ridiculous for not telling him your name sooner.
“Lovely.” he smiled, “I’ll be waiting out here at 6 then.” he said, slowly stepping closer to you.
“Can’t wait.” you said looking up to him.
As if time slowed, he bent down to capture your lips in a sweet goodnight kiss. Nothing fancy like before, just slow and simple. You both pulled away smiling. Bidding you goodnight, you stepped into the room, and let yourself be happy, for the first time in a long time. It felt really nice, you’d almost forgotten.