Robin's gaze darted away for a moment, just long enough to confirm that there was a baby. She couldn't hear the cries over the chants. He did. Maybe he was right. "What's in my head? Did he give me drugs again?" It was a worse batch. There was none of the giddy feeling that the first time being drugged had.
"Steve's a great guy. The best." Steve, who never judged her. He could be trusted and he did tell her about a Bucky. "You're from the coffee shop?" She took a few deep breaths after he explained it to her. Don't be scared. Trying not to be afraid, only reminded of her all her fears. Robin thought over what he said. When she told Steve, all the fear of telling him, of hurting him or being rejected as friend disappeared the instantly with his acceptance. If Steve's friend was equally understanding, it would help. "I like girls." She whispered. "Like, like." Lesbian or gay woman, were terms not often used in her town and never with pride. She had to trust he'd know what she meant.
"There's more." Robin looked around to see if she could see the medical table or hear the clown-torturer, then looked back to Bucky. "There's this man, a Russian. He has medical tools. He wants to hurt me for the way I am." She'd heard stories of 'doctors' and 'therapies' for people who simply wanted to love someone of the same gender. It was terrifying.