Scars, scars that once used to be deep gashes carved and beaten into her pale skin. Though they were healed, they were never forgotten, they were always presented on her toned small body.
Standing in the bathroom mirror, in just black thin underwear and sports bra, regretting so much, thinking back to every failure, to the people she's failed, people she's saved, and yet still feels as if she could be doing more.
Long red hair fell past her back barely reaching her tailbone, looking at her father standing beside her in the mirror even though he wasn't really present in real life but, a constant reminder of pain she feels everyday. She could hear the men and doctors practically laughing as they tore her apart and pieced her young fragile body back together. She could feel the burning sensation washing over her, rushing through her veins; her bones igniting into particles, then piecing themselves back together like it was nothing.
Her breathing and heart stopped all together, everything rushing back, her breath rushing back it seemed as if water was consuming her and she was beginning to try and capture all the air she could before she drowned.
Her breaths were heavy and quick, tears blurred her vision as she dropped to the floor; weaving small hands through a mess of curls and red.
Freya let out a small sob and threw one of her hands over her mouth trying to keep quiet so Bucky didn't hear. She tried everything to get those memories away from her but, it was to no avail every time she peered in the mirror all she could seem to make out was the fire around her and the sound of the doctors who made her what she is, strapping her arms down on that bloody, burnt metal table, the sound of a drill filled her ears too.
Through her small sobs Bucky's voiced soon sounded "Hey? Doll, you okay in there?"
Clearing her throat a bit Freya replied quietly trying her hardest to not allow her voice to crack, it was no use though the dumb thing cracked.
"Yeah, I'm go-good"
"Shit, god dammit" The ginger mumbled after hearing her quite audible voice crack.
Bucky hesitated before saying anything else, making it quite clear that he knew she was not, by any means ok.
"You sure, I mean you've been in there a pretty long time?"
Freya sighed rubbing a hand down her face and trying to rid herself of any more tears. "Yeah, yeah sorry didn't realize how long I'd been in here. I'll be out soon though don't worry."
"Alrighty Doll, just uh, call me if you need anything. I'm always here."
"Thanks James." She mumbled so quiet she believed only she could hear it but, unknowingly Bucky was at the door listening to her uneven and shaky breaths.
Throwing Bucky's big grey t-shirt over her head and cleaning her face up a bit, she reached her shaking hands toward the door stopping, and deciphering whether or not she was gonna stay here or not the girl finally coming to the decision against staying and headed out into their now shared bedroom.
However, before fully exiting their bedroom Freya rubbed her clammy hands together muttering, "All right, come on Stark suck it up your fine!" Her feet padded slowly against the wooden floors, and stalked up behind the brunette who was clearly trying to make eggs but, didn't seem to be working out for him, and put her arms around his waist laying her head on his back. A tiny sigh escaping her lips.
Freya peered over his shoulder chuckling at the slightly burnt eggs that he was currently trying to manage.
"Oh shut it doll, just because I'm not as much of an advanced chef as you doesn't mean you have any right to gimme shit." If Bucky wasn't smiling and flushed in the cheeks at that moment it would've sounded rather bitchy.
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BuckyBarnes//Purity
Fanfictioni wrote this when i was like 12 and i want to delete it so god damn badly but it makes me laugh whenever i randomly go back and read some it cause it's so fucking stupid and cringy😭😭
