Shadows and Secrets Book Two (A MCU FanFic)

Chapter 3: Contradiction

trigger warning: dark themes that may be offensive or upsetting to some readers

trigger warning: sexual content that may be offensive or upsetting to some readers

Marjorie's POV

"Marjorie," Bucky said. "Are you really okay?"

Marjorie had told practically everyone in the tower that she felt fine at least five times already, and had retreated to her room, saying she was tired.

"Yes," Marjorie said firmly. "I'm okay."

And she was. Nothing hurt, and her powers were definitely still there.

She was having more trouble controlling her powers that normal, though. The shadows kept reacting to every small emotion of hers, like they did when she was little. Marjorie couldn't make them stop.

But she was sure it would be better after she rested.

Bucky surprised her by gently pulling her into his lap and loosely hugging Marjorie. "I was so worried about you," he muttered into her neck. "Bruce kept saying that you might not wake up, and I missed you, and I-I didn't even get to tell you that I loved you, and..."

"I love you, too," whispered Marjorie, surprised. That was the first time either of them had said it.

Bucky didn't say anything for a few minutes, but it was the comfortable silence of people who understood and loved each other. Then he broke the silence: "I'm supposed to tell Erik you're awake." He sounded more composed than a few minutes ago.

"Erik? Wait, you told him?" said Marjorie, alarmed.

"Nat did."

Marjorie closed her eyes in dread of what was to come. "Great." Something occurred to her. "You guys met?"

"Yeah," he grimaced.

"How bad was it?"

"Not that bad," he said thoughtfully. "I was hoping the yelling would wake you up."

"Yelling?" asked Marjorie, massaging her forehead, right where the center of the headache was.

"It could have been worse," Bucky said flippantly. "It was mostly just 'stay away from Marjorie' and 'if you hurt her, I'll make you strangle yourself.'"

Marjorie sighed and flopped down on her back on her bed. "Can you tell him to come tomorrow?"

Bucky frowned. "He's not going to like that."

"Just tell him I'm resting," she urged. "Say I have a headache."

"Do you have a headache?" He seemed concerned.

"Just a little bit," she assured. "Nothing major."

Marjorie still couldn't believe that she had missed three days.

Sure, in the long run, it wasn't a lot, but lots of things could change in three days. Anything could have happened.

Marjorie hoped she hadn't missed any Taylor Swift news. She resolved to check Taylor's social media as soon as her headache went away.

Wait...

"What happened to my phone?"

"What?" said Bucky.

"My. Phone."

He stared at her, then rolled his eyes. "It's right here." He handed her her phone.