lady silver.

the  loyal.

it’s a good thing you’re so patient. you know what it’s like to feel the full weight of doubt bearing down in you. for years, it tried to squeeze the life from your lungs. but nothing’s going to make you bow. you kept the candle’s flame alive. you whispered the names at nightfall. the vigil still lives inside of you. one day, the waiting will have been worth it. all your love is going to come home to you. you’re more important than you know. you’re still the one true believer.

personality: calm, level-headed, stubborn counterpart: the accomplice

injuries are something frowned upon in uncle sam’s army.  he knows because someone said in boot camp that if you got INJURED too much there they’d call you a pansy and send you on your merry way.  ‘course, sergeant barnes learned the hard way that this is in fact A LIE and you do NOT get kicked out if you get too hurt during boot camp… you simply end up suffering your way through a boat journey over to europe.

the first time he saw silver, he’d been on her table after bruising one of his ribs in a squirmish LONG before being sent over enemy lines.  he’d been one heck of a flirt then, trying to chuckle his way through the pain that had overtaken the bones protecting his heart.

she was kind.  caring.  she wanted to make a difference and he certainly thought that was a sweet idea on her part.

now was different.  now bucky laid on his back NOT because of being stupid, but simply for being STUPIDLY heroic.  crossing enemy lines had been his job, but not allowing them to take the kid in their unit to their TORTURE CHAMBER had been all him.

what could he say?  the kid reminded him of another young man who            (  before becoming all MUSCLY and large overnight  )                 only wanted to make a difference.

hence needing the pretty nurse to look after him once again despite insisting that he is FINE he can take a little torture              ( seriously have you met my sister?  ).

“  i’m plenty comfortable.  it’s my RIBS that are just dyin’ to see you again, miss silver.  ”           the smile on his face grows as he looks over at her, laying back down only because she’s forcing him to.                 “  seein’ you outside of this tent would be a dream.  you think you’d come outta it and dance with a lonely sarge?  ”

smile  is  gentle,  recalling  the  first  time  she  had  tended  to  the  sergeant  with  a  roll  of  her  eyes.  when  she  had  first  joined  the  war  after  training  to  become  a  nurse,  she  had  done  so  to  attempt  to  breathe  some  kindness  into  the  soldier’s  she  would  be  treating.  to  attempt  to  make  some  sort  of  difference,  even  if  it  were  only  to  those  who  lay  before  her  to  be  treated.  it  was  difficult  to  tell  whether  she  had  accomplished  such  things,  but  she  liked  to  believe  so.

fondness  can  be  found  within  her  gaze  as  she  returns  to  the  other’s  side,  head  tilting  just  slightly  to  one  side.  “  i  would  prefer  it  if  they  weren’t.  ”  fingertips  are  gentle  against  his  skin  as  she  tends  to  his  fresh  injuries,  concentration  pinching  at  her  brow.

“ really ? ”  he repeats tauntingly ,  head tilting .   “ because i can think of hundreds of  things that you have specifically asked me to not talk about . ”   laughing ,  he waits for her to get settled before he moves himself ;  letting his legs sprawl out a little more as he leans forwards ,  clasping her fingers in his ,  embracing the softness of he touch .   keeping quiet for once ,  he allows her to speak ;  eyes widening as she mentions her boat ,  trying to picture her on it ; smiling as he basks in the way she talks about it .  “ that sounds …  amazing . ”  he breathes out ,  squeezing her hands as he shuffles forwards again ,  wanting more .   “ did you ever encounter any pirates ? ”  he asks ,  before laughing at the ridiculousness of the question .    “how long were you even out there for ? ”

he fights back the urge to dismiss her kind words ,  heart lurching as he yearns for her .  fingers hold onto her tightly ,  breath still shaking as he keeps himself close ,  eyes finally opening again to take her in as he sighs gently .  “ tu es tout pour moi. ”  he whispers ,  leaning back as he drops one hand to the cushions beside him ,  gaze meeting hers .  he goes quiet for a moment ,  muddling through the guilt of his selfishness before he eventually slides his hands back into his lap ,  letting her go properly .  “ would you be able to sit with me ? ”  he whispers , feeling ridiculous for the request ,  lips pressing together as he swallows down another lump in his throat . “ just for a little while .  i won’t keep you long .  i just …  need you ,  i think . ”

he is so close to breaking that her apology only deepens his guilt ,  head shaking as he tries to dismiss it .  he knows that he deserves her behaviour   —-   he’s certain he deserves far worse ,  really .  he is just struggling to cope with it .  sighing ,  his fingers meet his forehead , rubbing away the tears in his eyes ,  gaze shifting away from hers again .   “ telling her why will only make it worse for her . ”  he whispers ,  swallowing thickly as he tries to straighten his posture ,  forcing himself to try and piece himself back together .  dropping his hands ,  his fingers knot together in his lap ,  gaze shifting down to look at them .   “ my father has placed a considerable threat upon her father’s company . ”  he explains .   “ he’s found something which would completely destroy it should he turn the evidence into the authorities .  marrying amara … ”  he finally looks up at her again .  “ is something that i have agreed to do so that he will hold his tongue about the entire thing .  i can’t let her lose what little she has left of them ,  silver ,  even if she would wish to fight me on it .  ” 

                    in a way, she supposed, ‘in danger’ was some of the truth - for wasn’t a spy always in danger? she had plenty of enemies, plenty of people who would happily take her down, and she supposed most of her life with a weapon in her hand, telling lie after lie, pretending to be someone else. danger was just the job description, though it barely began to scratch the surface of all silver didn’t know. “in a way. it’s safer for both of us if we can talk somewhere a little more…private.”

green eyes fall to her friend’s hand, as it rests upon hers.   it’s refreshing, how a simple gesture can mean so much.   how something as normal as friendship can lift her so easily.    “you certainly have a way of speaking, silver,” the blonde muses with a soft smile, eyes lifting to meet her friends’ gaze.   “how ever did you become so insightful?”

she doesn’t make him feel small and unimportant, something he’s realized this war is capable of doing to a man with everything to lose and nothing to gain, rather she gives him a REASON to smile in the midst of mayhem.  he doesn’t know just what she’s experienced in this world, or that her experiences have simply made her kind.  all he knows is that when someone offers him kindness, he wants to embrace it.

“  sure, but somethin’ tells me i’m just gonna need a nurse a few more times before this war is done.  can i put in requests when i do?  ”               his smile grows.