Say it was Agent Nicole Fury would you also take orders then? Or someone not used to giving militaristic orders, like Darcy Lewis?
“Agent Fury would be a difficult matter considering that I’m certain both Bucky and Yasha would cause chaos if they knew she was getting anywhere near my bed without going through their’s first. As for Miss Lewis, I don’t know her that well and cannot make a judgement on someone I don’t know.” he shrugged.
Yasha was done. There was too much tension in the air. And there were two ways to get rid of tension. One was fighting, which he was not about to do to the poor, weaker woman. The other…well, he’d be lying if he said that he hadn’t thought of the other often.
Growling, he spun around, grabbing her by the waist and easily lifting her to pin her to the wall, attaching his lips to hers. It was only a few moments before she snapped out of her surprise, fingers moving to his hair and legs wrapping around his waist. He bit down on her bottom lip, rocking against her.
Three months of running from SHIELD. Five months. He wasn’t certain why they hadn’t made it to Russia yet, or how Bucky hadn’t managed to break through yet. One thing seemed to be constant throughout America though. Every hotel room only had one bed.
And sharing a bed was horrible. Yasha knew that. Sharing it with a curious woman who couldn’t hide her curiosity was worse. “What?” he snapped when he felt her eyes on him again. This was only the tenth time of the night.
He felt her jump and slowly released a breath out of his nose. Opening his eyes, he saw her shrug. “Nothing...” she muttered, eyes flitting to his left, metal arm once before she turned her back to him. He sighed, rolling over and slinging an arm over her.
She wouldn’t stop until she had her curiosity appeased. He barely knew her, but he knew enough to know that. “Bucky hasn’t let you see this before?” She rolled over, eyes glancing nervously between his face and his arm. As if she would be able to read his emotions through his face.
“Well, I never really asked...what happened?” she asked slowly. Yasha inhaled slowly as he felt gentle fingers sliding in between his, just feeling the joints. He swallowed hard, ignoring the feelings coursing through him. He had spent so long not communicating with people, not touching people, that was the reason for the feelings. At least, that was what he convinced himself.
“Bucky fell off a train in the forties. He survived, but his arm didn’t.” he informed her, emotionless.
“Oh.”
A small shudder ran through his body as her nails dragged lightly up his arm. She glanced at him as she felt it, an emotion he couldn’t name in her eyes.
“Can you feel that?” she questioned, voice hushed.
“Yes.” he whispered back, eyes trained on her face. She nodded, silent. Taking the limb in her hands, she rotated it. Running her fingertips slightly over the smooth seams of the metal, she continued up his arm, breath puffing out of her when she felt skin.
“Can I see where the metal meets skin...?”
He hesitated briefly before shaking his head, rolling over until his back was facing her. If he was getting these feelings from her simply touching his metal arm, skin on skin contact would kill him...
Ты запутанной один, не так ли? Вы любите опасность, но ты боишься меня? Или, может быть, это был не страх, что подтолкнуло вас от меня в тот день? Я вижу, что смотреть иногда. Я проницательным. Я манипулятора. Я должен быть в состоянии прочитать эмоции и эмоции являются только те, которые никогда не удается запутать меня...
*Beep*
You're a confusing one, aren't you? You like danger, but you're afraid of me? Or maybe it wasn't fear that pushed you away from me that day? I see that look occasionally. I'm astute. I'm a manipulator. I have to be able to read emotions and your emotions are the only ones that ever manage to confuse me...