Regressuary day 17… CAPTAIN AMERICA: BRAVE NEW WORLD SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT
Ok so this one is a little hard to explain… essentially when I was watching the new captain America movie I was really hit with how perfectly my OC, Elizabeth Maria Romanoff, would fit into this scene. Quick summary about Lizzie (I’ll post a more in depth explanation if I decide to write more for her): she’s was created when the red room and hydra were working together to create the perfect soldier using Bucky and Natasha’s dna. As well as being her bio parents, Bucky and (previously) Nat are her primary caregivers when she regresses. She regresses due to trauma from the red room, growing up as a part of shield, being an avenger and also the death of pretty much everyone close to her…
Cw: mentions of death, mentions of injury
Word count: 809
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I wasn’t supposed to get so caught up in all of this. If Clint or Laura ever find out I’ll probably be quarantined on the farm for the rest of my life. I curl my knees up to my chest, the hospital floor an unpleasant but all too familiar friend. Torres’ body on the operating table was far too familiar for me to keep my eyes on. I try to recount how I’d ended up in this situation, how a small recon mission to get closer to Isaiah and find out if his grandson, Elijah, is an option for the team I'm building with Kate Bishop and Kamala Khan. Then somehow I ended up on the hospital floor, rocking back and forth to calm my frayed nerves and clutching my ear defenders over my ears. As I’m rocking back and forth rhythmically I feel myself slipping, it’s not surprising given the circumstances. I immediately want to reach out for Uncle Sam, who’s standing only a meter away and looking into the operating room. I shouldn’t crowd him, he’s already too stressed.
I try to keep myself quiet by chewing on my fingers, the smell of disinfectant makes them less pleasant and I wish more than anything that I could have my pacifier right now but I hadn’t expected to need it on the mission. I hadn’t expected any of this to happen.
The door creaks open and despite my ear defenders my heightened senses alert me to the presence of someone else in the room. Not just anyone. My Papa. My head shoots up, another thing I couldn’t have predicted today. “Papa,” I whisper excitedly. I make sure to keep my voice quiet, not wanting to disturb Sam. I jump up from the floor.
“Hi Lizavéta,” Bucky smiles warmly, offering out an arm to engulf me in. I crash into his side, burying my face in the warmth of his chest. Sam turns around, even under the circumstances he can’t help but smile at the sight of my Papa, and his best friend. We cross over to him, I remain tucked under Bucky’s arm as we stand in front of the viewing window. Bucky and Sam talk for a while, I let their voices blur out into the distance and focus solely on the comfort of Papa’s hand rubbing against my back. They fall into silence and Bucky gently guides me over to one of the chairs against the wall. His firm hands directing me to the chair make me feel small and safe, bringing back memories from a long time ago. He sits down with me in his lap, easily having been able to tell I’m feeling little. “How are you feeling Lizzie Bug?” He asks me gently, cupping my cheek in his non-metal hand.
“Small,” I mumble in response, as if it isn’t already clear.
“Small in a good way or a bad way?” I shrug, everything just feels fuzzy. Bucky hums in understanding, Papa is always the best at understanding. He places a gentle kiss on the top of my head. “Papa has to get on a flight soon but I wanted to bring you something.” I perk up at the mention of a present, looking up at Bucky with wide and excited eyes. He pulls out a tiny parcel from his suit pocket. It’s a little box tied up with a ribbon which I undo quickly. Upon taking off the lid my jaw drops. Inside is a small pacifier, pink, with a little cartoon black cat - identical to Liho - on the front.
I look back up at Papa with a wide smile and teary eyes. My words feel far away but I wrap my arms tightly around him to show my gratitude. “I meant to give it to you on Tasha’s anniversary but I don’t know where my campaign will take me by then.” Though the mention of my Mama’s death anniversary makes my heart ache a little bit, Papa’s thoughtfulness is the real reason for the tears in my eyes. I slip the pacifier into my mouth, sucking on it a few times before it feels comfortable.
“Thank you,” I whisper gratefully.
“It’s no problem Lizavéta,” he hums contentedly. “Now, Papa really has to go. You’ll be good for Uncle Sam and stay safe, right?” I nod eagerly, wanting to be on my best behaviour for Papa. “Thank you Lizzie,” He coos, gently lifting me up under my arms and off his lap, he sits me down on a chair. “I’ll be back in a week, be careful.” I nod, Bucky kisses my forehead and leaves almost as if he was never there. The new pacifier between my lips is a solid reminder that he was there. It soothes me quickly and I can tell the visit from Bucky has calmed Sam as well.
Loud, masc lesbian, grungy, singer and guitar player, edgy music style, lives in an apartment with her GF and kid, spends a lot of time away from home due to touring.
28 years old
extroverted and incredibly charismatic, makes friends everywhere she goes
