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Blue

It was the scent that woke me.

I couldn't pinpoint where I knew that smell but it felt safe to me. A bit weird that a smell made me feel safe but it was better than a cold, damp room that smelt of metal and old blood.

I struggled to open my eyes but I was also scared to. I didn't know what I was going to see when I did manage to peel them open. Was I going to see another Hydra scientist with a bone saw or someone about to force-feed me rotten food? Then, of course, there was the man who took me from my place. A man with the deadest eyes I had ever seen in my life. A man with no soul or emotion. The man who killed my parents and took me the first time.

"When is she going to wake up?" I froze. There was no change in hell I was about to open my eyes. If I pretended I was asleep, they might go away.

"We don't know,"

"She has been asleep for a week straight. Why isn't she waking up?"

"Bucky, we-"

"Wanda, wake her up. I can't do this. I have to see her eyes. I want..."

Bucky?

I parted my lips and slowly opened my eyes, the bright lights hurting them. I groaned and then yelled out in surprise when someone touched my hand.

"No touchy!" I said, yanking my hand back, "I want a date first!"

"Blue," Bucky said, collapsing onto the chair next to me. He laid his head on the bed and I could hear him cry.

"Are you crying?"

"Yes!" He snapped, "Do you have a problem with that?!"

"You're crying but I have no idea what..." I stopped and looked at my arm, "Oh...oh god. It wasn't a dream,"

Bucky sat up and wiped his eyes, "No. I'm so sorry,"

I tried to control the panic that was rising up and my eyes never left my new arm, "I don't have an arm,"

"Blue,"

"I don't have a fucking arm!" I yelled and climbed out of bed, "Look at it! It's a fucking fake arm! I should change my name to the one-armed fucking bandit!"

"Blue," Bucky said again.

"Oh look!" I said, "There goes Hand Solo with the one arm! Move aside Darth Vadar, I'm here to attack with my one arm. Chop, chop, chop you masked mother-fucker!"

I was pacing and I could see Bucky try to calm me down but it wasn't working.

"You won't ever need a freaking tool anymore. Just look for Handy Andy and her all-in-one purpose tool," I said, "Need a hammer? Here, take my fucking arm!"

"Blue! Enough!" Bucky yelled and grabbed hold of my face, "Enough. I understand but you need to listen to me. Please,"

"Tell me it's fake," I said, my eyes burning, "Please tell me it's fake,"

Bucky exhaled through his nose and pulled me into him as I started to cry, "I wish I could tell you it was fake. But it isn't,"

"Why? Why would they do this to me?" I cried, "This is fucking bullshit!"

"Do you remember?"

"Of course!" I cried, "Everything. Every goddamn thing they did to me. I thought it was a dream when a man came at me with a bone saw. I thought...oh god, I'm going to be sick,"

Bucky leapt into action and I just about threw up into the bin he handed me, "Wanda, get Bruce. Please,"

"Why don't you get the whole band instead?" I said, "They can laugh at my misery and I can punch Tony in the face,"

"Tony?"

"Turns out, he's an ass who wanted to keep me locked in a cell because he didn't trust you,"

"You did try and kill him, Doll,"

I shook my head, "No. I was trying to kill you,"

Once I had finished throwing up and I felt better, Bucky had taken me to my room to shower. I scrubbed my body until it was raw and tried my best to ignore the big metal thing sticking out of my shoulder. Bucky had a red top hanging up in my wardrobe so I put that on with a pair of yoga shorts, followed by a pair of Captain America slippers.

Everyone got to their feet when I entered the room and I expected them to bow to me.

"Are you going to bow or curtsey me?" I asked and they frowned, "I'm not the queen. You don't need to stand up when I enter a room,"

"It's good to see you back to your usual self," Nat said.

"Sure. If you think a metal arm is usual," I said, sitting down next to Bucky, "I suppose the good thing is I can do the robot dance better than you guys,"

"Lady Blue," Thor said, "You had us worried for a little while. I'm glad that you are awake,"

"I'm just glad that I don't have to piss into a bag anymore," I said and Bucky sighed, "What? It's true!"

"Can you tell us what happened after Bucky left?" Tony asked.

"Can I punch you in the face first?" I asked and he smiled, "No. I don't want to have to relive what I did or went through, ok?"

"It would help us,"

"Then maybe you should go into my mind," I said, "Again, I don't want to remember being taken or thrown into a cell. Then be strapped to an operating table and then..."

Bucky held my hand, "It's ok,"

"The machine was the worse part," I said quietly, "Seeing those dead eyes watching me from across the room. The pain and then not remembering. Can I go to my room now?"

"One last thing," Tony said, "We have a friend that will be arriving soon to replace your arm,"

"Which one?" I asked, trying to make a joke, "I quite like my real arm,"

"Tony, give her a break," Nat said, "She's just woken up,"

"You said you liked Bucky's arm," Steve said, "Bucky got in contact with Shuri and she was more than happy to help you out. Especially because Bucky was in tears speaking to her,"

"Nice," I said, "We can match,"

Bucky held back a smile, "I don't think it will be the same colour,"

"I'll spray paint it," I said and rested my head on Bucky's shoulder, "I'm having a nap,"

"You've just woken up from a week's nap!" Clint exclaimed.

"Hardly a nap when I didn't know it was one," I said, standing up, "I'm going to my room. Let me sleep and get to grips about my swiss-army knife of an arm,"

"Like the name," Nat said.

"I have a few for it already," I said, wiggling my metal fingers, "Hand Solo or the one-armed bandit,"

"I have a better name for it," Bucky said and I looked at him, "Has something to do with your real name,"

"And you will shut the fuck up unless you want it up your ass and use you like a puppet,"

"You wouldn't do that," Bucky smirked and got to his feet, "Want to know why?"

"Amuse me, my dear sir," I said.

"Because you love me,"

I felt my face burn, "I call bullshit! I don't love you. Gross."

Bucky laughed, "Doll, you talk in your sleep,"

I let out a scream of frustration and punched him in the gut, "Fuck off!"

I stormed away from everyone but Bucky was close on my heels. He turned me around and within a second I was over his shoulder.

"Are you kidding me?" I said smacking him and kicking my legs, "Let me go, you big oaf!"

"Stop squirming. We need to talk," He said stepping into the lift and he dropped me onto the floor, pressing me hard against the wall, "And it's going to be a long talk, Demon,"

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