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The next day at school Sam approached Steve who was standing with someone he hadn't seen before.
Long straggly brown locks hid his eyes and the coat may have been a size too big. The hat was pulled lower and lower every time anyone walked by.
Steve caught Sam's eye and nudged the teen...which ended with Steve holding his elbow and grimacing.
That was confusing enough.
Sam made his way over and waved rather awkwardly. "Uh, hiya?" "Hey Sam!" Steve laughed nervously. "This is Bucky!"
Sam turned to the other one and held out his hand. "Hello there Bucky, Sam Wilson." 'Bucky' hesitated before taking it with a gloved hand. "James Buchanan Barnes, but I guess some call me Bucky. Nice to meet you." Bucky duly intoned.
Sam was slightly shocked at how hard his hand was. He pushed it aside and asked. "So...what class are you going to?" "Geometry?" "Hey, me too! I'll save you a seat." Sam grinned trying to get the other to crack a smile. The steel blue eyed stare was rather blank as the response of "Ok"
"Ha ha! Well...I'll show you to class then..." Sam offered.
Bucky nodded and Sam set off with the other close behind.
(Page Break!)
"So, there's an empty spot by me which is free to take?" Sam's suggestion was nearly a question as Bucky's unnerving stare focused on him.
"Alright. Thank you."
As Bucky sat down he took off his hat and brushed the hair out of his eyes. Sam sat down and tried to make small talk as they waited for the teacher.
"So...you know Steve?"
"Yep."
"Why'd ya move?"
"Dad's in the Army. He got his orders. Spent the rest of his time there. Decided to retire here."
"Ah, don't you wanna take off your jacket? It's a warm spring."
Bucky's eyes dilated before he calmed down and replied. "I'd rather not." Sam shifted nervously.
"Well, what about your glove?"
"No thanks."
"Ok then! Whatever floats your boat."
"Speaking of boat..." An arrogant voice drawled. "Hi Tony." Sam grinned at the the genius.
"Sammy boy, I've been looking everywhere for you and-! Who's this?"
"This is Bucky. Bucky, this is-!" "Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist." He flashed a winning smile. "Nice to meet you." Bucky monotoned. Tony nodded and muttered to Sam. "Well he loves to party...SPEAKING OF PARTY! I bought a yacht. You're invited for the summer! So is shady here. You know, any friend of yours is...a familiar to me!" Tony clapped Sam on the shoulder than moved to take a seat up front.
Bucky seemed to watch him curiously. "He looks like someone..." He whispered so quietly San though he was hearing things. "What?" Bucky's head whipped around so fast that Sam jumped.
It didn't help that the first emotion he'd seen him have was written in his eyes. "Nothing..." He muttered.
Sam let the subject drop. He knew better than to press.
Also the teacher came in and that was initiative to shut up.
(Page Break!)
"So, our regular haunt is the comic shop, you wanna come?" Bucky nearly smiled at this but his face remained impassive.
"No thanks. If Steve asks, tell him I went home."
"Oh...ok..."
As Bucky headed into a secluded spot in the forest a group made their way towards Sam. "Hey, which way is that new kid?" Sam glared at the speaker. With oily slicked back black hair and green eyes. Everyone knew who this was.
Loki. Clad in his familiar tuxedo and holding a gold staff to up his "classy factor." Surrounded by his entourage of Johann "Red Skull" Schmidt and Baron Zemo. As well as a good many ladies.
"Sam Wilson, how do you do?" Loki chuckled then turned menacing. "Tell me where he is or I will have to take some extreme measures..." "Nope, not gonna say."
Loki stiffened and clenched his staff. "Ooh! Loki, will you beat him?" Loki grinned at the girl who simpered. "Oh course Lorelei." Sam backed up as Loki advanced. "Hold him." Loki commanded. Zemo and Red Skull grabbed Sam's arms as Loki struck him across the face.
Sam stood defiant as he was hit again. He braced himself as Loki raised the staff high into the air when..
"Hey!"
Someone grabbed Zemo and Red Skull and smashed their heads together.
"Pick on someone your own size!"
Loki glared at Bucky and swung the staff. Bucky caught it in midswing causing a loud clang. With a left cross Loki was sent sprawling. As he got up he yelped as Bucky's foot met his behind.
Loki quickly fled the scene as his staff was flung after him and clocked him on the head. Bucky turned back to Sam who was struggling to get up. "How did you-? I mean...that should have at least made you flinch!" Sam sputtered as Bucky helped him to his feet he changed the subject. "Are you hurt?" "Wh-what? No?" "That's good. I'll see you tomorrow." "O-ok!"
As Bucky left, Sam stood there in astonishment and curiosity.
James Barnes was hiding something...and he was going to figure it out.
(Page Break!)
"Hey Steve, Bucky went home. Can I ask you something?" "Go on, shoot." Steve mused with his nose burried in a comic titled "The Thunderbolts: Cinnamon and Blitz!" "It's about Bucky, have seen him without his coat and glove?" Steve shut his comic and looked at him. "Not since we were kids. Why? Do you know why he's doing it?"
"No...just wanted to see if you knew."
"Maybe it's a life form that attached to him! And it's slowly sucking away his bloooood!" Clint moaned and fell over. "I doubt that." Natasha muttered and dropped hair on him. Her eyes not leaving the second issue of the comic-!
"From the previous chapter!"
"Who let you in?!"
"I'm Deadpool, lady. I always get in."
"Well get out! You're not in here!"
"Fine! I can see when I'm not appreciated. Now, I'm going to cry as I unalive someone!"
(Back to the story!)
Natasha muttered and dropped hair on Clint's face. Her eyes never leaving the second issue of her Ballerina comic.
Steve's eyes however...were fixated on Sharon Carter. Who was looking through comics casually, Steve gulped as she tossed her hair back so she could get a better view.
Sam noticed this and nudged him.
"Why don't you go talk to her?"
"ARE YOU CRAZY?!" Steve whisper screamed. Sharon looked up and narrowed her eyes as she wondered who screamed in a book store. She shrugged and went back to reading.
Steve composed himself and whispered. "Do you see her? She's beautiful, more deserving of that hero she reads so much about than anyone." "Yeah...but that's a problem because he's fictional..." Tony drawled.
"A girl can dream."
Tony turned to look at Natasha in shock.
"I KNEW IT! YOU DO READ THAT WEIRD 'AGENTS' COMIC BECAUSE THEY'RE HOT!"
"Can we keep to the subject?" Clint protested in annoyance. "Fine...I'm sorry Sam, I'm not worth it." Steve sighed. Sam didn't say anything else. As Steve went back to his book with a small little sigh, Sam kept wondering what was Bucky's secret.
All he knew that it had something to do with his left arm...