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But she wants to. Bucky wants to. Truth be told, he found himself in the exact same position as she did -- he was not someone who would usually do this. In fact, this was so unlike him that it would surprise most people that knew him. But perhaps more importantly, it made him feel liberated. Like an old version of himself that was long gone. All thanks to her. She did not know the significance all of this held for him, but perhaps if she looked into those eyes, she might see it. Admiration.

As more and more of her exposed body came into view, Bucky could not hold back his own excitement. For a naturally aggressive man, a man who took what he wanted without asking questions, this was an unnatural amount of restraint he was showing in that moment. Yet he could not take his eyes off her. Instead, he let his aggression focus on the few clothes he was wearing in that moment, removing his sleeping pants that did not take long to fall down his thighs, pooling around his feet and exposing his nude body in its entirety to her. Just in time for her to touch his hair. There was no doubt that he had missed the gentle touch of a woman. How he needed it.

Without wasting more time, Bucky reached out towards her, wrapping his arms around her and pushing her onto his lap. His lips returned to his in a display of pure desire.

This has escalated in such a short time; she almost feels dizzy in the knowledge that it's real and not some fantasy she's having alone in bed. There's a palpable sense of excitement along with the tension, the thought of something turning far less innocent than the way it was when she'd offered him shelter. It's spontaneous, daring… many things Isabelle usually isn't, and something about that proves to be deeply alluring to her. Could she throw caution to the wind for one night?

The answer comes right on the heels of Bucky's next words. Isabelle's breath seems to catch in her chest, her heart rate soaring from the words alone and the implication. He's direct, explicit — again, running antithetical to her nervous and timid persona — and it seems to work for her. She tries to fight through her nerves and that overly cautious voice in her head that always seems to hold her back, and she rises to her feet, crossing the room to gently close the guest room door to keep bear out.

Turning back to him, she fidgets with her fingers and drops her gaze. "…Um. I don't usually… do this…" She murmurs softly. "But…" She wants to. So with that, ignoring her racing heart and the butterflies in her stomach, the blonde pushes the straps of her nightdress from her shoulders, unthreading it from her arms and letting it fall to the floor, revealing her bare upper body.

There's only one item of clothing left after that, as her nightwear choices don't involve many layers; a simple satin dress and pair of shorts to match. She takes a deep breath, her face colored a shade of scarlet, and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of the shorts, lowering and discarding them also. Then, although she's tense, she takes a few steps toward Bucky where he sits again, slowly reaching out and combing through his hair again invitingly; standing before him in her most vulnerable state.

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"I know my parents wished I was, but I am not," Sam said playfully, trying not to let the conversation drift into something heavy. The fact that she was alert and awake was a good thing, and it meant that she was on the track to recovery. Hopefully that would be soon, as he could not bear the idea of seeing this poor young woman suffer. Not when she did not have to. Smiling softly, he instead proceeded to give her an actual explanation of who he was.

"I am... or rather, was, a pararescuer. And through that training, I received medical training which clearly was some of some use in the long run," Sam explained, trying to be as gentle with her as possible. This must all have been so strange to her that he did not envy the confusion that she likely felt.

Weird is a good word; and an accurate one, although she's sure Sam would be stunned speechless if he knew just how much. She smiles and nods instead, keeping her secret to herself. "You, too." She wishes she could tell him the truth; that he's one of the first humans she has actually met, ever, but again, it would raise more questions than answers, and it's of paramount importance that the existence of her kind remains secret. The best thing, she decides, is to keep the focus on him.

Her smile is soft, attempting to convey her gratitude for his rescue, before Isabelle resumes listening intently to Sam's explanation. "It helps me, too," she volunteers with empathy, once again with a gentleness reflected in the green-blue of her eyes. She might not be able to tell the truth about herself, but she's very curious about him. "Are you a… doctor?"

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If he had desired formality, he would not have asked her to come. He desired her because she was detached from that world, she existed outside of it, and was therefore a welcome pause in an otherwise heavy world that centered on him and his legacy. T'Challa did not mind being treated as a ruler, but he would rather be treated as a king by her than by some foreign dignitary that thought little of his kingdom.

"Both sounds very tempting, Isabelle..." T'Challa began as his fingers found their way to the straps of her dress, playing gently with them as he desired to build up the anticipation. Truth be told, he mostly wanted to lean back and allow her to take the initiative. It would be nice to surrender some of that weight and just lose himself in the young woman's beautiful eyes and attractive body. "How about we start with the dress, then I can undress, and then you can show me just how skilled those fingers of yours are?"

A small peal of laughter is uttered when T'Challa shakes her hand in a seemingly playful way, and it serves to break the ice even more, as well as a small preview of his company that she will get to enjoy going forward. And she's certain she will. Then he allows her to take the initiative, and it comes as a surprise to the blonde. Often in these kind of arrangements she's given an instruction or something, and the surprise shows in the green of her eyes. She takes a moment to think, wondering if he wants her to do something formal, regal or similar. But he knows she's not royalty, and that he's even looking for something unrelated to that world.

She decides to try to take advantage of the free reign he's given her, and she rises from the bed and takes T'Challa's glass, swiftly refilling it for him. When she approaches him again, she powers through her timidity, sitting sideways on his lap, sliding an arm around his neck to keep herself there, handing him the glass. "My king," she greets mildly playfully as she gives the drink to him; in part to calm her own nerves. "Do you maybe, um… want to help me out of this dress? Or maybe I can give you a massage? Or… both?"

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He hated when she did that. Not that it wasn't pleasurable. It was. He hated it because he liked it, because it made Andie win during a moment when he needed to stay focused and on the job. Like he wanted to punish her for being impatient or for not following the conventions or for jeopardizing their mission. Yet this was obviously all planned out. She liked to riled him up and she succeeded. He let out a soft sigh as he saw that mischief in her eyes, feeling her addictive body on his lap. What was he supposed to do? Not be aroused by her display? Not be absolutely rock hard by the way she placed her lips along his neck or the way she whispered? Fuck, how he loved the way she whispered. "Only this once," Bucky mumbled as a warning, affirming her approach while also warning her not to get too greedy.

most could not bare the thought of being on the receiving end of such a menacing stare, and yet andie was unfazed by it. in fact, the all too familiar glint of mischief in her eyes makes her intentions all too obvious — she wants to rile him up; wants him so aggravated he has no other choice but to release his frustrations. lips curled into a coy grin, andie stalks forward confidently, closing the gap between them. she places her hands firmly upon his chest, palms dragging along his torso as she sat herself onto his lap. lips and teeth trail along the column on his throat ever so subtly, voice dropping to a breathy whisper, “i could think of a few things, sergeant.”

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Hey. Just wanted to apologize for being so inactive. I've honestly felt quite bad about my writing in general and I haven't really approached it because of it. Sorry.

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Allowing his fingers ascend further, the tips of his fingers finding much to enjoy as his lips pressed against her skin. It was all innocent for the time being, despite the heavily implied sexual urge that was reflected in his movements in that moment. Bucky had never been a tender man. Years and years of bloodshed had made him prone to be rough, violent, forceful. Isabelle wasn't like that at all. She was not somebody he was meant to hurt or mistreat. Yet the urge was still there -- not to kill her, but to use her for something he had not experienced in a long, long time.

"Isabelle..." He mumbled, almost as if he was hoping for her to say no. To reject him. To prevent him from cutting through that tension and allowing their sexual urges to run free. But she approved of it. She wanted his touch and that should have been more confusing to him than it actually was. "Undress for me." That was an easier request to make. It would give him enough time to get his mind together.

THE TENSION ONLY GROWS; to the extent that even a knife couldn't cut through it now, and the longer she sits here beside him, the more she's convinced it's not wishful thinking or delusions existent in her mind only. but what to do about it is much more complex. making moves is not her strong suit, being innately shy, and he did just have a NIGHTMARE too.

and what if she really is imagining it? it'll be awkward, and he might leave.

all these thoughts become irrelevant mere MOMENTS later, as bucky's digits ascend further, isabelle's heart rate climbing along with it. he moves closer, closer, and she intakes a sharp gasp of breath when soft lips connect with her skin; such a small, BRIEF physical touch, yet it feels as though electricity courses through her body instantly.

her response is a soft hum of APPROVAL, followed by her hand covering bucky's on her thigh in further, silent encouragement.

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In an ideal scenario, this would have been a more conventional thing. He could have asked her out a on a date, he could have been seen with her, perhaps done so much more. Yet the circumstances made that impossible. It truly was a shame but he wanted no harm to come to her. Therefore, when she extended her hand to him, he did not hesitate to take it. Women like her were worth more than vibranium. Shaking it gracefully in a playful way, mimicking the way he would perform at a diplomatic gathering, the King could not resist smiling. He loved it when his instincts were right.

"Very well then, my dear Isabelle. I leave the floor to you." Her enthusiasm and eagerness was evident to the older King, and he did not want to ruin that youthful vigor by telling her what to do. Oh no, she could certainly show him a thing or two, he thought. Therefore, he remained in place, awaiting her next move to get them started.

SHE NODS AS HE EXPLAINS, fully cognizant of his situation. " ...i understand. " it's sweet that a part of the reason for the secrecy is her own well-being — he really does seem like a genuine gentleman, wholly deserving of the royal title he holds.

she was already intrigued before, but the longer they converse, the MORE that sentiment grows — and, as she'd promised earlier, no one will need to know about this little arrangement. the secrecy of it all kind of makes it all the more exciting, anyway. his handsomeness doesn't hurt either.

when he asks the question, a shy but eager smile tugs at isabelle's lips, swiftly followed by an equally enthused nod. it's a very easy answer to give. she offers a hand to shake to accept and seal the deal in a somewhat PLAYFUL manner, relaxing a little in his presence the more her initial nerves slowly begin to alleviate.

" it would be my pleasure. "

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"I am... Fine, Ines," Steve assured her, his voice low and contemplative. Heavy, one might say. He closed his eyes for a brief moment before he sighed. His thoughts gathered, Steve found the moment to open up to the woman he trusted so much. "I am tired. That's all. These missions, they... stretch you out. Makes you feel like you are only a cog in the machine." It wasn't like Steve to be philosophical. He preferred to just ignore it, to not think about it. But Ines made him feel safe in a way he had not felt for a long time. There were some things he could not explain and this was one of them. "And you, Ines? Are you okay?"

the air is still with silence. though, not his usual silence of contentment or contemplation that she'd grown accustomed to. this soundlessness had a heaviness to it, a weight that no man could shoulder alone. not even if that man was steve rogers himself. "captain?" ines questions hesitantly, subtly flickering her gaze upward to meet his, all the while continuing to tend to his scattered wounds. she's unsure of the boundaries of their relationship, but it only felt right to ask, "i can't help but notice you're...an awful lot more quiet than usual. are you alright?" / @menofmarvelx

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"Isabelle. Pleasure to meet you in these very... Weird circumstances, I guess?" Sam chuckled, trying not to come off as inapproachable. Quite the opposite. She could not have asked for a better guy, he'd argue, but she didn't know that. Right now, Sam was mostly concerned that nothing serious had happened and that she trusted him. Perhaps he could sense a form of hesitation in her eyes. Like she was not confident about her surroundings. That was entirely his fault.

"I could not leave you out there to suffer, Isabelle," Sam said, shaking his head as he let his dark hues fall on hers. "I was out running. I like to exercise and I suppose I was lucky enough to be the first one to find you." She did not recognize him, which was good. No need to explain to anyone who he was. Perhaps she just needed to reorient herself, nothing wrong with that. He wasn't going to push any questions onto her now. "Like the sea breeze, the salty air... Helps me think."

It also helped him forget.

THE BEACH IS SLOWLY DISAPPEARING INTO THE DISTANCE, which causes isabelle to feel uneasy as home grows further away by the minute, and she can only hope this human — sam — is as kind as he appears. it seems to be her only option at the moment; no luxury of choice available. the journey gives her time to think, to wonder if her injury will take a long time to heal, if he'll harm her or tell others what she is if he should find out...

luckily, along with evolution similar to that of flatfish blending into sand on the sea floor, and those land reptiles that can change color to any surface it sits on, she can TRANSFORM her tail to legs when out of water ( even in water, although it takes a more conscious effort ) — and as far as her behavior goes, she'll just have to ' play it human ' as best she can.

isabelle holds onto sam as he carries her, rather enjoying the warmth he gives off in comparison to her cooler core body temperature, before allowing him to patch her up without complaint; biting her lip through the sharp stings in the process. she's probably in DEEP TROUBLE with her father for swimming so recklessly and so close to the shore to begin with; and even more so when he hears about all of this. if he ever does find out...

when he's done, she sits up a little, offering a soft smile. " ...i'm isabelle, " she answers him, providing the more human-based version of her name; realizing the irony that her true name, isla, happens to mean ' island. ' " thank you for helping me... sam. " and as much as she finds humans somewhat frightening and mysterious, she's also CURIOUS about them and their lives on land... and asking him innocent questions can't be that bad, can it?

" what were you doing on the beach? "

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"Andie..." He mumbled as a warning before the telescope was knocked out of his carefully calibrated place, forcing him to not only move from his position but also to face Andie. "This is what surveillance work is, Andie," Bucky spoke, his tone becoming lower and more threatening as he showed his displeasure with her sudden actions. One moment away and they could miss their only shot at the target. Yet apparently that was not good enough for Andie. "Do you have a better idea? What do you want me to do, Andie?" Honestly, Bucky did not even know what the problem here was. This usually only ended in two ways. Either they got into a fight. Again. Or with her bent over against the wall. Again.

he's barely moved from the position she had last left him in — eyes trained forward to the building opposite, posture reminiscent of an animal lying in wait. for days now, there'd been no movement from their targets. no hint of their presence whatsoever. still, that seemed no good enough reason to rest — to even breathe or blink. at least not for bucky. it was driving her insane. "dude, they're not there," andie groans in exasperation, knocking the perfectly adjusted telescope from its place as she stands before him to block his view. "give it a rest. you're driving yourself into the ground for nothing." / @menofmarvelx

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"It really does." Did his breathing stop? He felt like he could not breathe, but not in the way Bucky felt during a panic attack. No, this was much better. His mind was running wild, triggered perhaps by the adrenaline that his nightmare had given him, in conjunction with the feeling of her womanly touch on him. Did his body suddenly tremble? Did he feel a deep yearning inside of him? The answer was always yes, but it overwhelmed in a way that the former assassin simply did not expect.

He pushed his hand up further up her thigh, dangerously so. His dark eyes stared into hers, a soft smile meeting her shy smile before he did something he did not expect himself to do. He leaned in, not to kiss her, but to place his lips on her skin -- her neck to be more precise. Perhaps a kiss would have felt too intimate, but doing it like this was a way for Bucky to show his own personal desire. He never got to do that anymore.

WHATEVER'S TROUBLING HIM, SHE DAREN'T ASK. it's not her business, and he'll surely tell her if and when he wants to. her brother, isaac, was, for the most part, aloof, sarcastic and playful, but after falling through ice in a near death experience in their childhood he had a nightmare or two, ending up in a rare, vulnerable position, and isabelle had tried to help out in a similar way then.

he's handsome, smelling good from the shower... it's all quite distracting — despite her BEST efforts to focus only on offering comfort. it doesn't help when she discovers his hair is as soft as it looks. his hand is less soft, but isabelle has no complaints about the touch to her thigh, although she wonders whether she's imagining the growing tension, or if it's real. she meets bucky's eyes and offers a shy smile.

" me too. staying up together sounds... nice. "

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"Sam Wilson." It was a quick answer. Sam could not think straight as he drove the young woman to his home, hoping it would not be misconstrued as something it was not. He was just there to help. In the morning, he could drive her home or to someone who she trusted. For right now, however, he was going to need all of her trust to see this through. As soon as they arrived at his home, Sam quickly jumped out of the car and picked her up from the back, carrying her into his place and straight to the bedroom where gently placed her down. After a quick detour to his bathroom to pick up his actual medical gear, he placed it next to her as he began to patch her up. Thankfully, it was nothing too serious. It might leave a mark for now, but she'd be fine.

"What is your name?" He asked, scanning the young blonde's face with a warm smile to make sure that she felt as welcome as she possibly could be. "You will be okay. It's gonna sting for a while, but you just need your body to do its natural healing. You'll need to clean the wound occasionally, but I can give you everything you need to do that."

THE NEXT TEN MINUTES — maybe more — go by in a hazy blur, with her vision fuzzy and hearing more muffled, as if she were only half there. she's vaguely aware of the man dealing with the areas causing her PAIN, and he mentions something about taking her home, to which isabelle nods with a weak hum; the best she can do to acknowledge and accept it. she will have to trust him.

luckily, she doesn't go so far as to actually pass out, and eventually CLARITY returns. when it does, she finds herself in an enclosed space... and it's in motion. what is this... thing? with a weak sound she sits up a little, fingers clinging to the seat as she sees lights rapidly pass by. she has so many questions, but asking them will make him suspicious... won't it? instead, she'll ask an easier one.

"...what's your name?"

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"As you are likely well aware, it would not be appropriate for us to be seen in public for the time being. There would be too many questions, and while I could take the inquiry into my personal business, I do not wish any harm to come to you." Showing himself as well-meaning as always, T'Challa showed just how far he had thought about this. He knew he was taking a risk by just inviting her here and how difficult a relationship like this was going to be to uphold. The last thing he wanted was something bad to happen to her.

"Therefore, I propose that this will be a private and more intimate arrangement between the two of us." T'Challa was being as patient as he could with the young woman, going through the details and allowing her to make her own decision. He would never force her into something that she did not want and if she wanted to leave, he would gladly pay her for her time. Yet he felt like he could trust her. Whether it was his own personal lust, eagerly taking in her body, or his more diplomatic features that wanted nothing more than to come to an agreement with her. "What do you say, Isabelle? Interested in keeping this lonely king company and give him a distraction?"

SHE'S IN THE PRESENCE OF ROYALTY RIGHT NOW; and it still hasn't completely sunk in yet. this kind of thing just doesn't happen… except maybe in movies. the notion that he might be lonely, just like her, seems unthinkable somehow — but when she has time to ponder it, maybe it's not that crazy.

money may buy comfort, but not happiness.

she takes the proffered drink with a grateful smile, halting the NERVOUS fidgeting with her hands and sleeves in order to cradle the glass instead. she takes a small sip before turning her attention back to t'challa, nodding to his explanation.

" ...i do understand. it's probably hard to be honest with… this kind of stuff. even if you're not... you. "

a soft smile forms on her lips, green hues shyly averting as she notices him looking her over; a BUTTERFLY SENSATION instantly forming in her abdomen. one more sip of the cocktail and isabelle sets the glass aside on the nightstand. " no one will know. i promise. "

now for the awkward part...

" so, um... what kind of arrangement do you have in mind? do you need me for going to social events? or will this be more of a... private meeting kind of arrangement? "

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"They would be stupid not to accept you. Let's face it, you're the candidate," Peter said, his jumbled mind trying to quickly gather everything so that he could answer in the most Peter-way possible. So far, so good. His heart was racing, however, and that left him with no escape when she suddenly turned things around to focus on him. "... Me?... Oh, you know, just..." Gesturing around in the room, he tried to find a good explanation that did not involve creeping on his friends. "... Like, taking it easy. Enjoying the, uhm, view." Flashing a nervous smile, he stood up, covering his lap with a pillow. Even the occasional vibration from his phone in his pocket did not seem to cause a reaction.

A little SMIRK played on her lips as she approached as stealthily as she could-- even WITHOUT her glasses nor contacts, she could very clearly make out her own Instagram on Peter's phone. Lithe hands settled on her hips for a few moments before she crossed her arms in front of her chest, a playful roll of her eyes as she moved to sit across from him, shaking her head. "They said they'd LET ME KNOW next week-- which is probably code for not getting into Oscorp," she sighed wistfully, shaking her head. "-- but," she clicked her tongue lightly. "I'd rather know what YOU have been up to."

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She was helping. Bucky had to acknowledge that and he was trying his best to calm down. To let his body forget about the motions of killing. Yet he had nothing to replace it with. Just the motion of drinking water, of letting the towel wipe away the sweat. It did not help that she was so close to him. That she was so beautiful, so attentive, and so caring. So unlike the people he had gotten used to. Her presence felt like a warm pillow, a space, a warmth, where his body could relax.

Then she touched his hair in a way he had not felt in a very long time. It felt incredible. He wanted more, but did not dare to say it. "I believe I would like to stay up... I suppose all forms of fatigue I had felt has simply just vanished." No surprise. Who wanted to go back to sleep after a nightmare? Especially with her around. No. Instead, he daringly placed his hand on her thigh, his fingertips slowly caressing it. When was the last time he had actually touched a woman?

IT'S GOOD TO FEEL AS THOUGH SHE'S HELPING; however trivial it may be. she knows a little about nightmares — her past haunting her for some time, and even still now, on occasion. her heart continues to race as she offers a PHYSICAL form of comfort too, uncertain how he'll react to that.

maybe it'll startle him and be a disaster.

but, to her relief, he doesn't. in fact, he even seems to be calming down.

"it's okay. i was just… surprised," she assures, faint smile on her lips. before she can think about it, she gently cards her fingers through his hair, wondering if it's as soft as it looks — but quickly withdraws again in case it's too much.

"...are you feeling better? do you want to stay up for a while?"

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He was still a good host. His parents had always taught him the importance of being attentive to the needs of even the lowest in the hierarchy. Yet he saw no need for hierarchy in that moment, no need for titles. Did T'Challa expect her to recognize him? In a way, yes. He was always on the news these days and these diplomatic visits put his face on television. But she had likely not expected him to be the man to request her services. It had all been a nice coincidence in the end, perhaps. T'Challa would let her fill the blanks for the time being. All he truly wanted was to make her feel comfortable, projecting his own nervousness onto her.

Returning to the young blonde with a drink in his hand -- T'Challa had chosen a cocktail that was very popular back home but hadn't quite reached outside of its borders just yet -- he took a seat next to her. "I hope I have not startled you. I would never give my actual name when arranging these matters. I hope you understand," he explained, flashing her a warm, welcoming smile that hopefully defused any wrong tension between them. His dark eyes revealed what he desired, however. He could not even prevent himself from letting his brown hues take in her well-developed body.

"Of course, if you find this arrangement to your liking, I would very much like to make this between you and I. I would not want to get more people involved."

SHE'D TRIED WORKING MEANINGLESS JOBS, and all the overtime she could get, until there was barely any free time left. but for what? to barely afford a tiny apartment in a dangerous area? a place where no one would notice if her father tracked her down and dragged her back home? so her friend, who did this on a more short-term basis, suggested she try something like this. as an innately shy girl, it's DIFFICULT, sometimes scary. and other times…

when the door opens, isabelle is stunned by who she sees standing before her. he looks… familiar, but he's also unbelievably handsome. classy-looking, too. why does someone like him want to hire her? so many curious questions, all of which she keeps to herself as she steps inside the room. she nods with a smile to confirm her name, but her expression switches to one of sheer DISBELIEF when he tells her who he is.

she knew he looked familiar.

he has the kind of gentlemanly manner expected of someone of his caliber, and in a few minutes she's already sold on the idea of doing... business together. needless to say, he doesn't set of any alarm bells or come off creepy in the least. setting her bag down and NERVOUSLY toying with her hair, she nods to the question, wavy golden strands repeatedly twirling around an index finger before moving to sit on the edge of the luxury bed in the room.

"...um, sure. surprise me?"

should she call him 'your highness?'

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Bucky gratefully received the towel, letting it run across his body to soak up any sweat still remaining on his body. He felt silly, of course, for scaring her and for continuously having nightmares. And for what? To remind him of what he had once was? Sighing softly, he drank the water he was given, letting the liquid fill him in a way he did not even know he needed. It was nice to be reminded that you were still a man.

What he had not expected was the feeling of her hand on his arm. It felt like an immediate jolt. Like a bolt of lightning hitting his body. Bucky looked up at her, almost like he was trying to make sense of what was happening in that moment. But he did not want to be alone. He wanted comfort. He wanted company. He wanted... Her.

"Thank you, Isabelle, I... I really appreciate it. I'm sorry if I scared you," he said, a half-mumble as he tried his best to gather his thoughts. When was the last time he had ever felt the attention of a woman? It felt intoxicating. Bucky had not felt it since he was a young man. A very young man.

…OH. A NIGHTMARE. now it all makes sense. in fact, she can empathize. bear appears in the hallway, looking at isabelle almost quizzically, to which she motions for him to sit, that it's okay; there's no danger here. although still nervous to some extent simply due to the fact they're strangers, her caring side prevails first.

"oh. i'm sorry…" she coos softly, easily able to detect the fear and DISTRESS in his features, as well as his attempt to pacify her at the same time; even at a time like this.

"you look, um... clammy," she comments gently, opening the closet to produce a towel and hand it over to him, followed by a bottle of water. "here... drink this."

she sits cautiously beside bucky, hoping she's not overstepping any boundaries. after all, he may just want to be left alone. but until he tells her as much, she wants to offer COMFORT in any form. a timid hand comes to settle on his arm, a gentle smile etched upon her lips.

"it's okay. you're safe. take a few deep breaths."