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01-22-2019, 03:32 PM
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James could feel her coming to. He felt the sensation of relief. She was alive. If her system was strong enough to rouse her from this slumber, Carol Danvers had a high chance of making it out of here alive. Good. Subject was in a controlled environment even if it was somewhat unusual. James could not remember to ever have made so much contact on any mission.

And yet, he felt strongly about this. A sense of duty swam in it. And somehow the fact that she had been his handler for so long. Carol had looked after him well. He owed her. He wanted to ensure that she was alive. Steven Lang had put it in rather simple terms. Only a woman who was alive could work for him and thus become his handler.

James was to do anything. So that he would.

He did not shift his hold on her, simple ensured that she was pressed against him as they sat as close to the fire as possible. The one window in his sight was covered by snow by now. He assumed they were going to be snowed in by morning. The light from outside faded slowly. Night was falling. He wondered whether Carol kept her safeplaces stocked with some kind of nourishment. And water. He most certainly hoped so.

When she spoke, he looked down. The first reaction of his body was an odd one. He felt strangely content having her this close to him when generally he would not care for or even avoid direct contact to others. And yet, so often she would run the checks on his arm, the scans and then run first aid on whatever wound he sustained. He was not irked by her being this close. On the contrary, he just wanted to keep holding her.

Her words did not elicit much of a facial expression as a reaction from him. It was somewhat nonsense what she was saying. He had no idea how to embrace someone to death. It was probably the concussion. And thus he told her such.

“Carol Danvers, you are highly likely to have sustained a concussion.” The rest of her status she had not inquired about so he saw no need to offer it. Instead, somehow, her words piqued his curiosity.

“What requests?” he simply ask. He was a man used to being instrumental. Since she was his objective now, maybe he could be of assistance.
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01-22-2019, 04:11 PM
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Carol did not move. Not sure what would happen if she decided to shift, even just an inch. She kept her hand on his chest, her head tucked against his shoulder and knew that was smart anyway since her head felt like there was a jackhammer going its rounds inside. On all accounts this was wrong. Sitting here with him, like this was wrong.

So why didn’t she move? Why didn’t she just move away from him? She hadn’t even tried her best outside before. She could have easily taken him out? No, wait, something had been done to her and running away from him wasn’t as easy anymore. Before, she would have left him in her wake but now?

Maybe she didn’t move because she actually liked sitting here with him. Like the feel of her skin against his. Whoa, wait, what? Her mind started to rebel a little, but her body told her to shut the fuck up because this was nice. This was exactly what they needed right now.

His words interrupted her internal struggle. Sustained a concussion. She had no doubt that she indeed had a concussion. Especially with that obnoxious pounding in her head. This whole situation was odd, though. Why wasn’t he trying to murder her? Wasn’t that why he had come after her? Her mind conjured up a memory, how he had looked at her and called out her name a couple of times. His actions hadn’t been one of a man trying to kill her, but to stop her?

What the fuck was going on?

She still had her eyes closed, afraid that if she opened them she would throw up on the spot. Didn’t concussed people do that? Expose themselves to bright light, get nauseous and then vomit all over the place?

“Why aren’t you trying to kill me?” She asked on a whisper. “What’s your objective?” She followed up, knowing that he must have gotten one. Carol, then shifted her head, a sharp jab told her that that wasn’t really smart but she needed to see him. Look him in the eyes when he told her what he was supposed to do with her.

“James, what’s your objective?” She repeated herself, her eyes flashing open to slits and searching his face as she waited for his answer.
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01-22-2019, 08:36 PM
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James gazed down at the woman in his arms. He was aware of how naked she was but he was able to consider it with clinical detachment. She needed to be naked for the exchange of body heat to work. It served the objective.

Her question was one he could have seen coming. Of course this had to be a surprise given that generally when he was employed in ended with the subject of interest no longer being alive. Her voice was a whisper and it sounded so soothing in the silence of the small cabin.

She moved, her expression giving away her discomfort. He wanted to caution her, remind her not to move. But he did not speak, instead looked into her half-lidded eyes when she asked for his objective again.

“Keep you alive.” It was a simple statement and it was true. “I am to ensure you do not fall off the grid. That you do not get hurt.” His eyes searched her face. “Please just close your eyes. Rest.” Holding one of his targets like this, it was a first.

“Speak of your requests. Or sleep.”

He would have to check his shoulder at some point but for now the burning sensation was lessening. His healing factor was working. Hers would eventually as well.
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01-22-2019, 09:23 PM
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Carol wasn’t sure she had heard that right. Did he just say that he needed to keep her alive? That didn’t make sense, not one bit, but she could guess why. They had done it before, she had seen it before. Keep the target alive because they were planning something for the long run.

Yet her brain couldn’t handle that kind of information right now. Her head was hurting, she was tired and all she wanted to do was go back to sleep. No. Don’t sleep.

“I’m already hurt though.” She spoke with that same soft voice, it was all she could muster right now. Carol closed her eyes, on his request and let out a sigh. Fine, maybe she should rest. She wasn’t feeling well, and she might heal faster than a normal human but she wasn’t sure that would work right now.

“If you’re not here to kill me, I’ll pass on the requests.” No need to tell him that he should make it quick if he wasn’t going to murder her. “Sleep sounds good.” She let her head drop, and decided that she should get comfortable if she wanted to get rid of this headache. And then there was the fact that she was still as good as naked sitting on his lap.

Maybe she shouldn’t sleep.

Yet darkness pulled her under and out of reflex she snuggled up. She hissed in pain, but as soon as she settled she fell asleep. Hoping that he wouldn’t let her die, like he said he wouldn’t.

It was strange to have to put her trust in the one man who was the most dangerous of them all.
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01-23-2019, 12:35 PM
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James kept his eyes on the woman he held. There was something in th eback of his mind he was certain he had forgotten. Some shred of information pertaining to Carol Danvers. Maybe he ought to not be concerned. After all, everything he needed to remember was always at the forefront. In that regard, he never forgot anything. Just that his brain had a really good selection process – weeding out the unimportant details. So he forced himself to disregard and focus on this moment instead.

Carol needed time to heal. While his own wound was noticeably on the mend, hers were not. She was definitely nowhere near her normal hundred percent. She was hovering around a meager fifty, at best. A concussion could be quite painful.

She needed to rest. One way or another, even if it meant that he would have to wake her at regular intervals to ensure that she was not slipping into a comatose state or even worse. “I will not kill you”, he reassured her, and did not further comment on the issue of the requests she had mentioned. When she said that sleep sounded good, he nodded. “I will wake you every now and then.”

With some curiosity, he noted that she drew herself closer as if comfortably settling in. James ensured that the blanket under her head was still in the right place. He would eventually shift her to his other side once the wound on his other shoulder was sufficiently closed.

The fact that she relinquished any kind of will to fight and surrendered to the idea of having him take care of her told James enough about her state. Carol Danvers was certainly not a woman to lay low. Her drive and determination, or so he had been told, was what had made the people in charge put her in as his handler. Not everyone knew how to handle one James Barnes apparently.

James closed his eyes. He would not sleep, but he would meditate. And then, eventually he would see if he could possibly put her down for a while so he could set up something close to a bed at the firesight. They were completely snowed in and he doubted the snow would let up during the night. At least, that meant that with her powers at half their capacity he did not have to worry about Carol taking off into the night. The concussion, the snowed in exits of the cabin and her power level would work in favour of his objective.

FAST FORWARD

It were the wee hours of the morning by now. Still an hour at least away from sunrise. The silence had completely engulfed them and James was staring at the ambers of the fire. He would have to throw a few more logs on the pile to not have the cabin turn back into a freezer.

“Carol”, he prompted the woman still in his arms as he had done four times already. Each time she had woken. He hoped she would as well now. He needed to rebuild the fire, find something to put up in front of the fire and then either shift her onto his human shoulder or put her down to sleep in the make-shift bed he would build.
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“Can we make her forget?”
“That shouldn’t be a problem.”
“I need to know for sure. It is pertinent that she doesn’t remember what has been done here.”
“Sir, the program has been altered accordingly for her sort. It is working on Barnes.”
“So he is prepped as well?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then set them both loose.”


“Carol.” Her name, again her name. She wanted to sleep, not wake up but he made it sound so compelling to wake up. Over and over, he had woken her during the night to make sure she wouldn’t end up dead in his arms. Just like he had said he would do. Like he had said not to kill her.

She had been in his arms the whole time, each time he had called her name, roused her from sleep she was still there. He hadn’t put her down, hadn’t let go of her. And that had made her feel… something. And now he was rousing her again, and she was still in his arms.

Her head was still sore, the throbbing less and when she opened her eyes there was no stabbing pain. Well that was progress at least. “It stopped snowing.” She commented, hearing the silence around them. If she had to guess, they were snowed in and there was no going back to the city for a while. Especially with her abilities reduced.

They were stuck here, together and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

“Have you been sitting here with me all night?” She knew he had, she was still in the same position as before, but she still felt the need to ask. To make sense out of all of this. She had been working with him for years, knew how he acted, knew his state of mind and it didn’t make sense for him to sit here with her like this.

Carol moved her hand sluggishly to the back of her head, she winced when her fingers brushed over the wound. There was a lump, and she groaned. She was sure her hip was sporting a nice dark bruise by now. She shivered a little, noticing the blanket had shifted and left her shoulder bare. Right.

“Maybe I should get dressed.” She murmured, but for some reason that idea didn’t sit very well with her.
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She woke. James felt a small, momentary spike of nervousness subside. She woke a lot faster this time. She was somewhat on the mend. Her senses were intact. At least her hearing. This was good. No white noise. She was aware of the silence. “It did”, he responded to her comment about it having stopped snowing. She went on, inquiring about whether he had been sitting here with her all night.

James contemplated the question for a moment. For him it had to do with the objective and thus what was needed in terms of handling his target. She was his focus. She was not well. So he would ensure that she was going to be well. “I have”, he responded, in equally mono-syllable style. She moved her hand and James’s expression darkened. She should not worry about the wound just yet. It would take time, and it was just the first night after her injury.

She began shivering and without prompt or suggestion needed James drew the blanket over her bare shoulder again. Carol mentioned getting dressed and he just shook his head. “Your body temperature has been rising slowly. We both spend too long in the cold. It appears you not having a healing factor stalls the progress.” It was the only kind of explanation he had.

“I am going to lay you down now, and rebuild the fire. Then we sleep.” He figured she was well on her way to reaching a normal temperature by now. There was no need to stay close to the fire under relatively thin blankets when the bed hopefully sported down covers.

James did as he said. He draped one blanket closely around her and then used the second as her pillow.

He picked up a few logs, stoked the fire and then threw them on waiting for the remaining ambers to claim the wood again. It took a moment until a small flame licked up against the wood. Then he stood tall, not much minding the temperature around him. He was warmed up and behind him the fire was growing. There was a bedroom through a door in the back of the living area but he doubted that that room was above zero.

So he checked the couch and found that it was convertible. It took him a few minutes until he figured out the mechanism and had built a small place that would fit two people. Clad in only his boxers, he strode to the back of the room and into the bedroom. Two pillows, two thick covers. Filled with feathers, possibly downs. Searching the closets and shelves he found two large-sized shirts. Pulling one that fit him quite well on, he took the second one to Carol along with the pile of pillows and covers. Quickly building the bed, he returned to Carol’s side.

“I found a shirt. I will help you put it on.” With what would be considered surprising tenderness, he lifted her up and pealed her out of the blanket. Suddenly, he was aware of the slender lines of her almost naked body. There was just a small set of panties on her. He wondered, albeit briefly, how her breasts would feel in his hands. All he said was a single line.

“You are a beautiful woman.” Why had he never noticed before?

He gently lifted her head and pulled the shirt over it, then helped her into the sleeves. As he pulled the shirt down he noticed what was a reddened area on her hip. “Does your hip cause you discomfort?” When he was done he lifted her up. Would she feel more comfortable now? Did she understand why he had undressed her?

James set her down on the bed and then climbed over her, settling on her other side. He helped her to get settled, then shifted into position and drew his arms around her. She still needed to warm up more. The thick covers would help, but so would James’s own body temperature.

The positions were reversed now, Carol rested against his healed shoulder.

“I will wake you again.” He murmured. “Rest, Carol.”
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So it had stopped snowing and yes, he had been sitting with her like this all night. That made her feel something she couldn’t quite explain just yet. But when she had suggested getting dressed, he shot that down. Telling her that her body temperature was rising slowly, too slow for his liking due to her lack of a healing factor.

She wanted to apologise sarcastically but was sure that wouldn’t really hit home, besides she was too tired to put on a fight. Even verbally. And she didn’t want to give him a reason to make her shut up.

He told her that he was going to lay her down to rebuild the fire, and when he shifted her she winced. Her head did not like that at all. Her vision blurred for a moment, and she felt a bout of nausea pop up but that settled down thankfully. She did not want to end up throwing up here on the floor.

Carol kept track of him, watching how he stoked up the fire, throwing on the logs. He turned away from her, and she took him in. Her gaze roaming over his body, something else stirring within her as well as she appreciated the sight. She might be concussed but she wasn’t blind. And when a man walked around half naked, looking like him. All muscled, strong like. Well…

She tucked the blanket tighter around her, very aware of the fact that she was not wearing much as well.

Carol dozed off, the fire burning warmly at her back and feeling strangely at ease in his company. Trusted even. So she closed her eyes for a bit, only waking when he started to talk to her again. Shirt? What? He would help her with what? His hands wrapped gently around her arms and lifted her from the ground. The room started spinning, her legs weak and her hip screaming in pain.

She started shivering again, feeling very exposed standing in just her panties in front of him. Did he just call her beautiful? Carol looked up at him, her eyes trying to focus on his face. His hand under her chin, lifting her head ever so gently as he pulled a shirt over it. Her arms followed, helping her push them through the sleeves. She shivered again, his touch gentle, tender even as he pulled the shirt down over her body. “It’s just sore. A bruise. I’ll live.” She said, her voice sounding a bit lower than normal.

He lifted her up in his arms, Carol didn’t fight it, letting him bring her to the bed he had made on the pull-out couch. He placed her on it and she winced again, her headache was still there but manageable for now. Barnes climbed over her, settling himself next to her and she willingly crawled into his arms. Pushing herself against his body to soak in the heat she clearly wasn’t producing herself right now.

She shivered, the covers being pulled tightly around her. His arms circling her, she placed her head on his shoulder, her hand rested on his chest and her leg moved up over his and she sighed.

He told her he would wake her again, to rest. “Thank you.” She murmured, tucking herself even closer against him before she drifted off in sleep once more.
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James needed less sleep than an average human and thus could easily go with only a few hours every night. However, sleep was required. In one way or another, especially after unusual kind of exertion. He knew that coming to the edge of hypothermia was most certainly unusual and by the time Carol was once more fast asleep in his arms, he knew that fatigue was getting the better of him.

He was exhausted. His muscles ached, especially his shoulder. The tissue had regenerated in full but the area was sore. His physique needed to regenerate on a deeper level than was possible when he was awake and focussing on whatever was at hand. He exhaled, closed his eyes and hoped his inner clock would wake him an hour or two from now. Then darkness crept up on him and pulled him under, his last waking thought how strangely comfortable he felt with this woman pushed so closely against him. Her skin was warm and soft. The smell of her hair was unlike anything he had smelled in a long time, a little floral and little citrus-y. It smelled a bit like spring, like better times.

Then James slept.

When an image in his dreams appeared misplaced, oddly familiar but not belonging anywhere in his memory structure, it shook him. Shook him enough to push him back towards consciousness. It was like dragging his feet through molasses. His body wanted a little more, just a bit longer. A minute, maybe, too. No, please don’t wake me yet.

Then reality nudged him and James’s eyes flew open. A warm hand shifted up and out from under the covers immediately to seek Carol. He went straight to the area of her neck, the carotid artery. The first sense of alarm was quenched when he could feel a pulse. “Carol”, he whispered her name, his fingers slipping around to the back of her neck, his palm pressed to the side of it.

He was not sure how long he had slept but his inner clock generally worked rather well. Something told him it was well after noon the next day. Not one hour, not two. He had slept half a day. “Carol”, he tried again as he shifted slightly to look into her face. James willed for her to open her eyes. If she was in a coma, getting her out of here was bordering on impossible. Not completely undoable, but it would be a trying experience.

She moaned, just slightly. And the welling sense of worry was once more pushed back. It was a response to his trying to rouse her. She had barely moved since they had fallen asleep. That was not a good sign but not necessarily bad either. It simply meant that the pain had been substantial enough to engrain it in her subconscious, so even when dreaming her body would avoid movement that could then cause discomfort.

“Open your eyes”, he whispered, dark strands of his hair shifting to his forehead. He could feel the echo of Carol’s heartbeat against his palm, willed her to react to him again silently as his face hovered no more than half a dozen inches above her face.
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“Carol.”

Her name whispered, it slowly pulled her out of her sleep. A warm hand found it’s way to her neck and it just made her want to go back to sleep. She was warm, cosy, and very comfortable just lying here against a very warm body. Her head wasn’t pounding like before, her body felt sore. Stiff. Another reason not to wake up.

“Carol”

She felt him shift, rousing her even more from her sleep. Her mind tried to adjust, knowing that the man she was currently in bed with wasn’t Nate. But she wasn’t in a hurry to get out of his arms either. Even the thought of moving made her moan slightly. But she was awake now, assessing herself and coming to the conclusion that her body was indeed sore. Her hip was hurting like a bitch. The slightest motion, set of jabs of pain.

She hadn’t been moving in her sleep, and because of that she was now stiff and sore. But her attention drifted back to his hand, warm on her neck and how it was making her feel.

He whispered again, telling her to open her eyes but she was afraid of what she would find in his if she did so. “I don’t want to.” She whispered back. Part of her wanted to go back to sleep, just forget for a few more hours that her life had gone down the crapper because SentS was on to her.

Her hand, which was still resting on his chest, fisted his shirt as suddenly a memory surfaced of her in a medical chair with Steven Lang hovering over her. He had a needle in his hand, a cold look in his eyes and a vicious smile on his lips.

That made her shift her head, pop open her eyes and was met with James staring down at her. Carol blinked trying to erase that memory. Not sure what had been done to her in those two days but she would find out.

“What time is it?” She whispered, her hand still twisted in his shirt. Because it felt like she had slept a lot longer than had been intended. Her eyes fell upon the strands of hair that had fallen forward and instinctively she wanted to brush them out of his face. Then she noticed that her hand was already half way up to do just that. When had she let go of his shirt?

She stopped, dropped her hand back but it was higher and her finger tips slightly brushed against his chin before settling down on his chest.

“I… “ She didn’t even know how to explain that. “Maybe some food?” She asked instead.
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