Chapter 2: It's a Start
Amelia sat in her lab, recalling yesterday's events with her little conversation with the Winter Soldier. It didn't go so well on her end. Though it was much better than the other's take on the situation. The brunette leaned back into her seat, throwing a rubber ball it the air, before catching it. It puzzled her, the way he looked at her. It was similar to Steve's, but there was something else, she knew it.
Yesterday
Amelia stared at the man, with a confused look she said, "Olivia? My name is Amelia, Amelia Richards" at this Bucky felt heartbroken. He really thought it was Olivia. Amelia bit her lips, noticing his disappointment, "I think you have me confused with someone else" Bucky walked over to the end of the cell, leaning against the metal bar. Amelia grabbed the tray and walked up to the cell, "Um. Here, I heard that you weren't eating, so I brought you some food" she said as she held it up towards him. Bucky remained silent, this caused Amelia to look down nervously, "Ahaha. It's not poisoned if that's what you think, see" she took a sip of the drink, before spitting it out, "Blah, don't drink that" she said, putting the drink to the side. This caused Bucky to smile slightly, "Maybe the food tastes better" she thought, as took small spoonful of the plate. After taking a bite, Amelia made a face, then looked back at him, "Well, at least it's not poisoned" she said.
Bucky sat there, not saying a word, amused though. Amelia was now starting to wonder how in the world she was going to help him recover if he kept acting all depressed. Hell, it was starting to affect her mood. And she, as her partner Will says, a bubbly, hyper active, optimistic woman. She sighed, this was going to be a long day for her.
New York City, 1928
"Just one dance that's all I'm asking" Bucky begged as the short brown haired girl raised an eyebrow at him.
"Are you really that desperate for a dance?" Olivia asked as she sat at her desk with homework in front of her. The young fifteen year old girl looked back at her sixteen year old friend.
"Just one Liv, that's all" the brunette sighed, and stood up.
"Okay, fine one. But you know I don't know how to dance..." she trailed off. Bucky smiled, and grabbed her small petite hands.
"Don't worry, I'll show you, just follow my lead" Bucky said, wrapping one arm around her waist, looking down at her. Olivia gave him a look, but tired not to focused on it.
"Watch it, Barnes. You're getting handsy there" she said, slapping him lightly on the shoulder, as she noticed his hand around her waist lowering slightly.
"Can't help myself, Liv. Especially around someone as beautiful as you" Olivia let out a soft chuckle and pulled away.
"More of you flirting, James?" Olivia asked, "That might work on any other girl, but we both know"she started, walking out of the room, and then leaned on the door frame to face him, "I'm not like any other girl" she finished, before heading out. Once she was out of the room, Bucky sighed and then smiled to himself.
"I know..." he muttered to himself, "That's what I love about you"
Europe, 1994
Water was filling the room everywhere. He banged on the metal door, tears were streaming down his face as he was on the other side of the filling room, watching from the window as she was on the other side as the room heavily filled up with water with her in it.
"Just go!" she yelled, though it was a bit muffled by the glass, he could hear it loud and clear.
"No! Hell no! Not without you!" Bucky cried. There was nothing that was going to make him leave her. If she was going die, he wouldn't leave her to die alone.
"I'm not going to let you die here" Olivia said softly, looking down, avoiding eye contact with him. She couldn't bare to see him like this. Always staying by her side no matter what. To be honest she couldn't handle it..
"I love you, and I'm not going to leave. Either we get out alive together, or we die together"
Bucky woke up, breathing heavily. It was the same thing over and over again. First it started as something from his past, and then it switched to that nightmare. Just like that, he was teaching her to dance and then they're in the train, she was going to drown if he didn't do something to get her out. He couldn't open the door, it sealed tight. It was his endless nightmare.
He heard the doors open, causing him to look up to see the woman that visited him before. She had a tray in her hands. Probably his lunch or dinner, he couldn't really tell due to the fact he was stuck in here.
"Hi...I brought some better food than the one here" she said, giving him a small smile and shrug. He looked down his hair covering his face, so she wouldn't see the slight smile on his lips. She was like Olivia, in resemblance and body language. Silence ppassed between them, this cause the woman to start to mentally panic. It was awkward for her. Ever since she first came into the cell, she was confused when he called her Olivia. She wondered why he would call her that, after introducing herself, she could see the disheartening look in his eyes. Despite being trained and brainwashed as a cold, emotionless assassin, he was still human, born with what every human has. Pain. Love. Anger. Sadness. And happiness.
Seeing how this was going nowhere, she set the tray down and walked to the cell, sitting down. Plopping her elbows on her knees, "So, how are you doing?" Amelia asked, hoping to make some small talk. So far nothing. She huffed, blowing her side bangs to the side, "Okay, look. You're not going to get out of here unless you start talking. Anything to make progress" still nothing. She then groaned, "Please, just say something. Anything to be honest. Please?" she pleaded. Amelia sighed when he didn't say anything. She laid herself on her back and stared at the ceiling. How was she supposed to oversee his rehabilitation, if he wasn't going to do anything.
"James"
Amelia, looked up at him, "I'm sorry? What?" she asked, sitting back up.
"James, that's my name. You can call me James"
"Oh" she initially surprised at this. Sure she knew his name, but to be honest, she didn't know what to call him. Recently, she had been calling him 'Soldier' in her mind, "Okay, um, alright then James. I don't know if you remember, but Amelia. That's my name, you can call me that" she said.
"Right..."he muttered. It wasn't what she expected it to be, but it was a start. They'll just have to start off slowly. Baby steps, that's it. Amelia hoped that after a while, he'll open up more so she could help him. But after what he's been through, that would take time. Heck, a miracle perhaps. Not that she minded. She needed something to get her mind off of certain things.A lot of things.
Wow, gone for one day and what do I find? Like over 40 follows, like 20 faves, and 8 reviews all in one day. Jesus, i love you guys already! Also yes, the grammar isn't that good, but that might because I did this on my tablet, since my laptop is getting fixed. And to The Lady Geek, there will be time traveling involved so be prepared for that everybody! So I saw Winter Soldier and my feels and everything just went through a roller coaster rush and then exploded. God i love it! In my opinion better than the first movie, more emotion and intensity. And i don't I need to tell you what I own and what don't own now do I? I tweaked chapter one to make it fit with the movie. So for those who read the first chapter, you can reread it later. Working on chapter three, Winter Soldier gave me alot of insperation and ideas. Hope you enjoyed reading it!
