Thread: In Search Of One Man [Defiant x Temptationist]

While she seemed genuinely unable to control her words he couldn't help the amused smile that slipped onto his face. She seemed easy to be around. And he was enjoying it. Even though the conversation was kind of heavy at times. I don't have any ties to them. Well... I have ties but I don't remember him. Or them. Or anybody but so you don't have to worry about me becoming offended, he said, unable to keep his chuckle quiet. The conversation change didn't go unnoticed since he'd been enjoying watching her fumble but he was happy to hear she was here more because of Rogers than anything else. Rogers he knew was at least looking for him to bring him back alive, so it wasn't much of a threat. But when she walked out of the room after saying she'd denied him, he peaked up. He was curious as to what information was coming now. He watched her return as well and move the chair. His eyes dropped down to the picture and he inhaled sharply seeing himself frozen. He'd never seen it before. Plus the feeling of her skin against his drew his attention to their hands... and then she was retracting her hand and part of Bucky wanted to ask her to leave it. The most skin to skin contact he's had was getting beat by Hydra agents or poked and prodded by Hydra agents. He was starved of touch. And her hand on his was the first time he'd felt human touch without malice. It kept him distracted for a moment, but he heard the words she spoke and his gaze flicked from hands to her eyes. He saw the hurt and scarring in her eyes but she began to speak before he could say anything and what could he say? He wasn't exactly an expert on pep talks. Or talking at all really. A lot of what he was right now was because of watching other people interact and TV and the internet. That's reassuring, I wouldn't mind remembering some happy things about my life, he said with a light smile and lifted the glass to his lips to finish off his orange juice. So if you bond with someone you can basically hear what they think whenever they think it? he asked, tilting his head curiously. I can understand how that would suck, he offered, nodding slowly. He wouldn't want to have to hear what was in his own brain if he could help it. Her confidence brought the smile to his face again and he was surprised to hear she'd found him for herself rather than for Rogers, but it was comforting. He didn't need to pack up and leave. He was starting to feel familiar with this place. For now. Bucky's eyes gazed down at the folder and he nodded as she spoke. When she said the case was closed he frowned and lifted his gaze then stood and walked after her towards the door. Penelope, you don't have to be lost and alone. I mean, we could just be lost together. For a bit, he said and bit his bottom lip and let it scrap free from between his teeth. I just... I haven't had a lot of chances to talk to people. People who understand what it's like... to be different. Stay? For another glass of juice at least? He asked and stared at her. Hoping she would stay. He was lonely. And scared. And lost. And alone. But he didn't want to be any of those, not anymore. And the way she spoke with him, Bucky had a feeling she was experiencing the same emotions.