X-Men Medlab; Jean & Bucky
[The commotion snapped Jean's eyes away from the monitors. He was awake. She had let him go inside Wanda's room without any sort of warning. He could have been killed, and it would have been all her fault. She had enough blood on her hands, billions of souls that she had burned away simply because she could. There was no way she would allow that number to grow, even by one. Thankfully it hadn't taken long for his breathing to return.
She stepped back when he swung at her, but showed no fear when she returned to his side, brow etched with consideration at the sudden change in his bearing.] James? [Her hand reached out tentatively, barely brushing his shoulder to let him know she was here, and she tilted her head in that maternal concern which came second nature to Jean.] You're at the X-Mansion. You're okay. You're safe. [Relatively speaking, of course.] Lay back, you need to rest.