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Ties that Bind [Barnes] [Post #1]
Ties that Bind

Sometimes a family needs to come together and talk about things. Be it a mother and daughter, or a daughter and father or perhaps all three in one room. In any case this is where it will all happen.

Prime location: Carol and Bucky's living area.

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Carol stood in the doorway of their bedroom, a mug of hot tea in her hands as her thoughts were trying to settle down. She had just left Bucky in his mind space, vast asleep. It eased her that he was doing better, that his mind was healing. But it saddened her that she couldn’t be with him the whole time, not where they could talk and do other things.

Benji had explained that it wasn’t good for either of them if she spent too much time in Bucky’s head. So, she had to take breaks and give him time to heal up as well.

Watching him lie motionless on the bed was the hardest thing she had ever done.

Taking in a deep breath she pulled the door nearly shut, leaving it ajar and moved on to the couch. She sat down, legs pulled up and her mug of tea in her hands. She felt tired, should probably take a nap herself but she was too wired to do so. Her brain kept firing thoughts at her.

Mostly making her wonder how long it would take for him to wake up again, before they could deactivate that stupid sequence.

Benji had said that nobody knew yet, except for the Summers’. Since they were practically running the theatre they needed to know. Carol understood that, it’s why she hadn’t left his side. If something would go wrong, she was one of the few who could stop him. She had done so last time.

Carol put her mug down, rubbed her head and she shifted until she could let it rest against the back of the couch. Her eyes were growing heavy, and she was fighting it. She didn’t want to sleep, one of the reasons she had been fighting against it was that who would comfort her if she had a bad dream?

It didn’t stop her body from claiming that sleep anyway.
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[In-Character] [Post #3]
Joy carried a look of determination on her face. She ignored the heightened frequency with which her heart was beating in her chest. She was nervous. No need to pretend otherwise. Yes, she was annoyed, maybe even a little angry. And she felt more than justified in feeling that way – but still, she felt nervous.

In silence, Joy steered down the corridor that took her to her parents’ quarters. It still boggled her mind to find them in the same place. In her world, they had separated. And yet, even when she had been younger, Joy could hardly remember a time when they had not slept in separate rooms, spent most of their time in different areas of the theatre. Seeing the both of them so deeply in loved made her happy. More so, however, it reminded her that Carol was not her mother. Not yet. Not the woman who had looked after Joy. This Carol here had yet to make all of those experiences. So Joy refused to let Carol railroad her boyfriend.

Joy couldn’t help the small smile that slipped onto her lips at the thought. Her boyfriend. Her Leif. And as things went, Joy couldn’t help but wonder whether she would eventually carry the name of ‘Thorson’ much like Kitty’s name was ‘Odinson’. Even if just taking the name probably was not along the lines of Norse naming conventions.

It was hard to get that silly grin off of her face again, Joy realised. But drawing closer to her destination eventually did it. It brought her back to the reason why she was here. There needed to be a serious talk. Because if Joy had a say in it, there would never again be the threatening of every one of Leif’s bones being broken. No matter what the reason was.

She stepped up to the door, knocked. When no response came, she took the knob and gently twisted it. Pushing it open just a little, she looked inside “Mom?” When no response came, she opened the door further, stepped through the gap.

For a moment, she just stood rooted, looking at the sleeping form of her mother’s younger version on the couch. She looked to vulnerable. So fragile. Joy pressed her lips into a thin line. Maybe coming here, with the plan to settle things, had not been the best idea. Joy took a deep breath, in the process of turning back and leaving the rooms, she stopped when she heard a deep groan from the bedroom.

Joy turned to look. Were Carol not on the couch, sound asleep, Joy would have probably bolted from the room at the sound, certain that she was walking in on her parents having sex. But Carol was here … and the sound had somehow been pained?

She drew closer to the door that remained ajar. Through the gap, she saw the image of her father. A handsome man, not looking a day over thirty-five. Strong. Confident. So much like the older version of him she knew – just that Bucky Barnes had cut his hair at some point.

There he was, in his bed. The bionic arm’s hand was balled into a fist. His face looked gaunt. Something was wrong.

“Dad?” she murmured, not daring to step into the room. Instead, she just remained rooted to the floor, wondering what was going on with her father and why no one had considered telling her.
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Carol was locked in her dream; she was running through a corridor that seemed to have no ending. Doors left and right, but she didn’t want to go through them. No, she was searching for something. No someone. She had lost someone, and her heart was aching because of it. It wanted to feel whole again, and only that someone could do that for her.

She finally stopped running, leaning against the wall breathing harshly as she tried to catch her breath. Looking at her hand against the pristine white wall, she stumbled back. There was a red handprint on the wall, and as she looked down at her hands they were covered in… blood.

Gasping she stumbled back against a door that swung open on impact. Turning around she found herself in a room. Not just any room, it was the room of her nightmares. The room where he made her feel powerless, where she had no control. It was empty, he was not there. He would never be there again. She had killed him.

Carol heard a sound then, her head snapped up and she stepped out of the room. There it was again, that sound. Frowning she started walking, moving towards the sound instead of away. Something told her that it would be okay going that way.

There, the sound… Carol frowned, it sounded like… She pushed against a door, it swung open gently and what she saw, it made the aching stop instantly.

“Bucky?” She stepped inside, the man standing there in the middle of the room turned. He was smiling, holding something in his arms. No, a baby. He was holding a baby.
“She was crying.” He said softly, looking down at the little human in his arms.

Carol moved forward, holding out her hands, reaching for them but as usual with dreams, whenever she got what she wanted it all faded away.

She woke with a start, something was wrong. Someone was here. She blinked a few times, her gaze falling on the figure standing in the doorway to the bedroom. She barely heard the word spoken but it identified the person, nonetheless.

“Joy?”

She got up from the couch, moved towards her daughter, her adult daughter, and followed her gaze. It was on Bucky, and Carol felt a pang of guilt. She hadn’t told Joy about what had been happening. The whole concept of having a grown-up child was still so foreign to her. The others were handling it so much better than she was.

Carol didn’t even know where to start. “He’ll be fine.” She touched Joy’s shoulder, trying to get her daughter’s attention.
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Joy stared into the other room. Her parents’ bedroom. Certainly not a place for her to go trespassing into. And yet, she did not stop herself. Instead, when she heard her mother calling out her name, she pulled the door further ajar and stepped into the room. “Dad”, she tried again, but found her father’s figure unmoving.

Her heart picked up pace as she slowly moved closer to her father’s bed. He looked peaceful, but not. A little too silent. A little too pale. “Dad”, her voice grew more concerned.

Her mother stepped into the doorframe behind her, fingers just barely grazing her shoulder as Joy moved further into the room yet. He’ll be fine.

Joy turned around, her eyes wide. There was a sudden panic lodged in her stomach, woken by the gentle words. He will be fine. She wanted to scoff. Her father did not look fine. Nothing about this was fine. This was not even in the same universe as fine. “What is wrong with him?” Joy piped up, demanding an explanation from her mother.

In her mind, the thoughts occurred all at once. Did this have to do with her parents’ incarceration? Did it have to do with having gotten them out sooner? Joy could not go there. The idea was crazy. The idea was scary… it was horrifying. “Mom, what happened?”
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It was heart breaking to hear Joy so concerned, and Carol felt guilty that she hadn’t told her daughter what had been going on. She blamed her preoccupied brain for not coming to this conclusion sooner. When she reached for Joy, her fingers grazed her shoulder as she walked into the room out of Carol’s reach.

He would be fine, of that Carol was certain. He was fighting this, slowly crawling his way back to them. It would take time, that’s what both Emma and Benji kept telling her.

Carol never had any kind of patience, but she had been good this time. She waited, sometimes out here, and sometimes in his mind. She caught glimpses of him, short conversations here and there. Hugs, tender kisses…

She had stepped inside the room, following her daughter when she stopped when latter turned around with wide eyes, there was a panic and Carol found herself a horrible parent in that moment. She really should have sat her daughter down and explain her what was going on with Bucky, with her father. And not let her find him like this, not when he was looking like a ghost.

For once in her life, she didn’t know where to start. Looking at the young woman in front of her, it was like looking in a mirror except she looked so much like her father in this moment…

Mom… She closed her eyes, took in a deep breath and then opened her eyes to look at her daughter.

“His mind, it collapsed in on itself.” Carol started, her voice soft. “When he was being held, they tried to recreate the programming in his mind. They did a very crude job.” Her eyes drifted to Bucky, her heart aching. “A sledgehammer for a fragile job.” She whispered, her hand moving to her belly and letting it rest there. A subconscious thought of protecting her unborn daughter from what she was saying.

“Benji tried to fix it but it was only temporarily. He knew that.” She indicated Bucky. “But he didn’t tell me. He was worried, I think even afraid.” Her gaze shifted back to Joy when she took a step forward.

“He was having seizures; the fix was failing and when Benji patched him up… it didn’t hold.” His mind had dug in too deep when memories of Steve had flooded him, and she had been terrified that she would have lost him then and there. “Emma and Benji, they started repairs. Gave him back the foundation those assholes tried to crudely create themselves but failed in doing so.” The one thing he had wanted gone for so long, he had fought to get out of him, had ended up saving him. How’s that for irony.

“The rest he has to do himself. He’s working hard on getting back to us.” She sighed her eyes shifted between her daughter and boyfriend, and she felt so tired all of a sudden.
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Carol’s words barely made sense to Joy’s mind. Collapsing? How could someone’s psyche collapse? How was that even possible? She blinked, trying to keep up with the words. Slowly her mind played them back to her. Programming. Oh. Joy brought her hands up, one first covering her mouth in a gesture of terrified disbelief and then she ran them both through her long brown strands of hair.

Programming. Her father had told her about it. When he had sat down with her and shared a tumbler of whiskey with her for the first time, his baby girl all grown up – it had not been all that long ago – he had told her that story. Bucky Barnes had cleared up a few things about himself for her – and then he had recited the tale about when they had brought the Winter Soldier back. Joy knew this story – just that her version was slightly different. In her timeline, they had not been interrupted. They had built back the programming. They had reactivated him. And then her mother had chipped away at that same programming for months tirelessly.

In her world, his mind had been sound. In her world, it was her mother’s that had been destroyed.

Joy heaved out a breath, a fleeting sensation of panic welling up in her chest. For a moment, she wanted to just bolt from the room. She wanted to leave behind the ghostly vision of her father and the helplessness on her mother’s face. She wanted Leif. And she wanted to lock a door behind them, to hide away.

Once more that one question crawled its way out of the depths of her deepest fears. What if their coming here would make it all worse for these people? What if Leif’s trip, and her joining him had changed nothing? Just a different flavour of the very same thing. Destruction, death … loss.

Joy’s gaze followed her mother’s hand, watched it settle on the other woman’s mid-section. For just a flash, she saw herself lunging forward, grabbing her mother’s hand and yanking it away. She felt angry in that moment – anger born out of the same helplessness that stood so clearly in Carol Danvers’s features.

Carol continued, considering that her father may even have been afraid. Joy’s first instinct was to snap at it – to bark at the incredulous notion that her father could harbour fear of anything. But Joy knew better. In fact, she knew that her father was scared of a lot of things. It was just that James Buchanan Barnes had incredible skill to hide that. So Joy nodded, closing her eyes for a moment and trying to ignore the feeling of betrayal. It was as if agreeing with her mother was somehow working against whatever conviction had made her father not tell her mother.

The most peculiar thing was hearing her mother swear. Those assholes. It reminded her of the fact that this was, after all, not the woman she knew. In her timeline, Carol Danvers did not swear. Raising a daughter for twenty years, she had never picked it back up again even when Joy had come of age.

“Why didn’t Benji tell you?” Joy breathed in deeply, and she knew her irritation was getting the upper hand. She was angry. Plain and simple. Why had these people allowed it to come this far? Why was there suddenly this very real possibility to see this version of herself grow up without a father? “Why didn’t you see it?” She pressed her lips together. Was she being unfair? Possibly, but Joy didn’t care. The pent up anger needed to get out – it was finding its way out, whether she liked it or not.

“You should have seen it.”

Joy swallowed, fighting off tears as her gaze dropped back to her father – pale, unconscious but looking lifeless, so helpless. Her larger-than-life father …
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Carol was surprised by the irritation evident in her daughter’s voice as she asked why Benji hadn’t told her. That made her push out a breath, it was a solid question, one she had asked the man the moment everything had settled down. His answer? That Bucky had asked him, and he valued his friendship with the man. Someone who didn’t have that much friends to begin with.

She couldn’t fault him for that. Still, she had been pissed much like Joy was right now. But what was done, was done and they were doing everything in their power to fix him.

Besides, Benji told her that he had been keeping tabs, checking in but that he hadn’t anticipated the fix to degrade so fast with that memory dive. Which made Carol feel guilty. After all, she had decided to tell Bucky that Steve had been found, that he was here but that he wouldn’t wake up.

If she had known about Bucky’s mind…

“Your father asked him not to.” Carol answered her, taking a step towards the bed. She didn’t like that he was looking so pale, but she also knew that he was actually doing better. Knew because Emma had given her a way to see for herself that he was actually making progress.

The accusation hit her hard, a blow to the chest and she sucked in a breath. Yes, she should have seen it, should have realised that there was more going on than he was letting on.

“You’re right. I should have.” Carol told her, her own anger simmering through. “And I probably would have if I hadn’t been fighting my own demons.” Her hands moved to her face, rubbing it, trying to get rid of the tiredness that was still there. She was somewhat getting back on her own two feet, feeling slightly like herself again without having a panic attack on a daily base.

Turning towards Joy she reached out a hand to touch her daughter’s shoulder. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
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“Dad asked him not to?” Joy repeated, her voice gaining a few notches. “Since when does anyone in that family ever do anything they’re asked?” She couldn’t help her own anger in this moment. It was fuelled by fear. The kind of fear she had been feeling ever since arriving in this time. Fear that her presence here had really just made everything worse for her parents. Joy knew that she could not – could not – live with the idea that her messing with the timeline’s incidents rendered her father brain-dead.

What made it worse was that her mother was understanding. She relented, admitted mistakes. It only stoked the fire in Joy’s stomach. The Carol Danvers she knew would keep the upper hand. She would allow her daughter to complain but she would never hand over the reins. It was her way of showing Joy where the lines were – lines she knew better than to cross.

It was hard reminding herself that this woman was not the woman Joy knew. This woman had not gone through the hell her mother had seen, and this woman had not spent twenty years raising a daughter.

When Carol reached out to touch Joy’s shoulder, the younger woman reared back almost like a jolt of electricity had been sent through her body. “Don’t touch me”, she hissed, suddenly so angry at this version of her mother.

“Are your demons the reason why you threatened Leif to break every bone in his body as well?” Belligerence registered in hazel eyes as her gaze equalled a challenge towards the woman who’d one day be her mother. “This happens to dad and you’ve got nothing better to do than threaten Leif?” Tears pricked, and Joy wanted to growl. Crying was certainly the worst idea just about now. For a moment, Joy considered switching to the energised form that her Kree heritage had gifted her. A form that so much matched her mother’s. But she knew she could not do that. Not with her father here, fighting for whatever was left of his mind.

“What’s next, mom? Are you gonna ground me?” Joy couldn’t help the momentum her emotions were picking up. “Or are you gonna make good on your threat and put the other man I care about in a coma?!”
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Carol pulled her hand back like she had burned it when Joy hissed at her not to touch her. The anger in the air so palpable that it pressed at her, pushing, and pushing until she took a step back. Her heart picked up a speed, as she looked at the young woman who had come back from the future to save them. To save her parents from the hell they had gone through.

Confusion washed through her as Joy flung out words about Leif, and how she, Carol, had threatened to break his every bone. For a moment she didn’t understand what the younger woman was talking about but…

Her chest constricted, in a moment of motherhood she had given the man fair warning, like every mother would. Or wouldn’t they? Doubt, it reared its ugly head and she started to breath harder, taking another step away from the person who was pointing out the one thing she shouldn’t have done when Bucky was going through this.

She reached for the bed, tried to steady herself, her heart beating faster, her intake of air harsher.

No, no, no. Not now. She thought, pushing her eyes shut, from all the times she could get a panic attack, this was not the time.

Another step back, away from the anger that pushed at her. Energy coiled through her, she could feel it around her fingers, and it wanted out. It wanted to escape, destroy the one who was attacking her. Her eyes snapped open, and instead of backing down she stopped herself and went through the motions of stopping the panic attack. Just like Caitlin had taught her.

Breath in, breath out. Deep breaths. She would not let herself get pushed around, especially not by someone who’s supposed to be her daughter.

Not a victim. Never.

“Do you want me to ground you? Because I will if you ever talk to me like that again.” Carol looked at her adult daughter, quirking a brow up. “Now, get out, and you can come back to visit if you leave that damn attitude of yours at the door.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest and gave Joy a look that told her that she was done playing nice.

“I had concerns, I addressed them with Leif. We came to an understanding and I will not let my own daughter push me into a panic attack in my own home because she thinks I’m not her mother and blames me for everything.” Now it was Carol’s turn to be angry. “I’m not blind, I know that look. It’s the one I used to give my stepmother.”

A quick glance at Bucky, she felt something settle inside of her, and she returned her gaze to Joy. “Well?”
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