AN: Shoutout to Amber the Awesome Fangirl! She posted a fanfic read for this story on YouTube. Her channel his called fire user. Check it out, she does a good job reading it and her feed back gave me life! Thank you Amber! :) ~Moonmilk
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Steve sat on the guest bed. It was cold, hardly used. Captain America rested his hand on his cheek and sighed. Some part of him knew Roman could snap, and blow the place apart, or at least the communication room. He just didn't know a 17 year old boy had the guts to blow almost the whole place apart.
His head still hurt and he noticed red in his peripheral vision. He felt this symptom with Wanda, when she triggered a cringe worthy thought in his mind about a year ago. Now a sleep spell? Hydra is obsessed with telekinetic kids.
Steve scanned the room. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just the used pajamas on the dresser drawer. He looked at the door right when it swung open. Wanda exhaled sharply and adjusted the cotton bandage on her head. She dragged herself across the room, the white fabric tails connected to her hair glided softly the air. She sat next to Steve with out even saying a word. They both looked at the ground for a moment, until Wanda lifted her head, pushing back some brown locks.
"I-I'm sorry this happened."
"Me too."
Wanda nodded awkwardly and picked at her nails and flexed her fingers slowly, releasing soft curls of red smoke. "I, um...I saw him again. It's still pretty hard to...have this realization inside me."
Steve nodded. "I understand."
"No you don't!" She bolted up ward. Wanda's brow arched as she looked at Steve. Her hands quivered and she canceled her crimson flow. "Oh, I'm...I'm sorry that's-."
Steve nodded again and rubbed his hands on his forehead. "I'm sorry this keeps happening to you. And to Roman."
"I wonder...if he'll ever realize that Nick Fury is telling the truth." She sat down again, the springs shaking slightly on the small queen bed. Steve pressed his lips together and folded his arms, still staring at the ground.
"How is Pietro tied into this?"
"I'm not sure. We need to find him again, has Viz sent another track out."
"Working on it I guess." Rogers shrugged. Wanda responded with a quick 'ok' and took a deep breath. Before she could exhale Rogers lifted his head and pursed his lips. "May I?"
Wanda tilted her head and then realized. She titled her head towards him and he set his right hand on her hairline and the left on the bandage. He slowly unraveled it to reveal a deep gash on the side of her head.
"Bad?" She giggled.
"Erm, well I wouldn't- uh yeah." He chuckled. "I can change it."
Wanda nodded as Steve stood up and began to make his way out of the room. The door knob turned and the caramel board of wood was swung open to reveal Rhodey in bandages, along with Bucky.
"Oh, you guys um...were we interrupting something?"
"No, not at all." Steve told Rhodes.
"Well this fella right here only has minor injuries, pretty lucky." He motioned to Bucky who smirked somewhat proudly.
"You ok, Buck?" Steve put his hands on his hips. The winter soldier stretched out his metal arm, a freak noise was made.
"May need some oil."
Steve put his head back and laughed. He rested a strong hand on his shoulder and shook him a few times. He slowed it down and looked into his friend's cold yet bright eyes. "You fought him?"
"Last time I checked, he hates us. I heard him." Rhodey sighed and shook his head, the cotton bandages swerved with his movements.
"I trained with him. He really admired my work as a Hydra soldier. Young Roman was...afraid, unsure of what was to become of him. I easily knocked him down, his strength wasn't so good at that time. But now, he's stronger than before." Steve arched his brow and licked his lips.
"We must get cleaned up. James, make sure Vision has the tracker working. Buck, come with me, talk with me. Fury would love to hear this." He patted his friends metallic arm and escorted him out of the guest room. Rhodes made his way to the control room where Vision and Natasha were working.
Wanda cleared her throat and took off the bandage, now fully exposing the large cut on her temple. Steve rolls his eyes and chuckled. "Couldn't you get that yourself?"
Wanda pursed her lips and extended her arm. A bandage roll covered in red tendrils quickly floated to her, and Steve ducked just in time.
"See?"
"Sorry, sometimes I just like playing the queen." She smirked and began to cut a new strip.
"I think that's Stark's thing." Bucky crossed his arms and grinned.
"Well he has some competition." She placed the new bandage over her head and began to wrap it around her. "Go boys. I will join later."
Steve gave a respectful gentleman's nod, same with Bucky. The two heroes made their way through the dingy, mucky rooms, full of debris caused by Roman's episode. After escorting his friend through the war-zone rooms, they made it to a safe spot with a full glass window, getting a full view of the city.
"I don't know how we are going to do this."
Bucky drew in a deep breath. "He's much more powerful now. If we find him, we don't know what or who he will have we him. He still believes in Strucker."
"Well," Steve crossed his arms, his hand rubbing on one of his elbows. "I'm sure Nat and Fury can construct a search party." He turned to his faithful pal. "Shield can correspond."
"Steve," Bucky groaned slightly and put a hand on his hip, staring outside.
"Tony has good tracking systems. We can certainly use some of his, er...his, androids, I think he has a certain name for him-."
Steve is usually never like this in front of anyone but Bucky. Barnes was used to hearing Steve's ideas of combat, forming groups, or even a decision of what restaurant to go to on a Saturday evening. Steve only rambles with him.
"Steve, this is not the war!" Bucky yelled. Steve looked at his friend, he sighed and pressed a palm to his forehead. Bucky could notice a slight glint in his eyes. He quickly looked away and let Steve fully recover.
"We still need a plan." Captain America shook his head, arms now crossed again. "It's been four hours since the track has been set. Please get ready Buck, we can't lose him, and we can't lose to Hydra."
"You're right. I feel for the kid." Bucky pressed his lips together and turned, ready to head into the room where Nat and Vision were controlling the tracking devices. "I saw you help him get into the HQ, and clothe him, show him the shower room. You care for him Steve."
"I know he means well," Rogers stepped closer to his friend's back.
[Roman quickly rushed through the security check in the JFK national airport. He threw his necklace in the bin and eyed the police man, who quickly patted him down. Once he was out, he fondled in his pocket, flipping a credit card around.]
"Wherever he is, or whatever he's doing,"
[He didn't smile at the steward, nor the pilot once he entered the plane. He took his seat next to a young mother and her child, who was sucking on a pacifier. He crossed his legs and messed with the credit card more. His face turned red once the steward moved past him.]
"We all know where he's going to end up in the end." Steve bellowed.
'Hello passengers, it will be about 8 hours until we arrive in Sokovia, I hope you all enjoy your trip and prepare for takeoff.'
...
Roman walked slowly through the Sokovian airport. He rubbed his ears frantically to remove the pain. This was his first flight after all, his body wasn't used to the elevation.
He swerved past a McDonald's and spotted the mother and daughter ordering lunch. The baby bounced up and down in her mothers arms as she giggled uncontrollably. The mother smiled and let her daughter have a bite of her ice cream.
Roman picked up his pace. He still messed with the plastic rectangle in his coat pocket, carefully avoiding the edges so his bandaged right thumb so it wouldn't get cut again.
The airport wasn't as large as the JFK airport, but it certainly had its convenience stores and a few worldwide fast food chains. Roman wasn't hungry, he was only fixated on the forest he spent a whole year in. He had to find that cabin.
The female voice entered him again. Very soft, very quiet.
'Hello.'
He stopped dead in his tracks and opened his mouth. He closed it quickly and picked up his pace. He started to communicate with the girl.
'Wanda Maximoff, whatever you are trying to state, I suggest you save it until I say so.'
'Roman, please...where are you?'
He cut the location off in his mind so no one could find him. He knew that weird android had some sort of tracking device in his system. He just had to keep on walking.
'I will soon let you know once my mission is complete.'
'Your mission can't be completed alone. I- I'm sorry about the pictures. I knew it triggered you to-.' Wanda's voice paused.
'That was the last time I'll let Strucker mess with me. I could see everything then, mother, father, the lilacs.'
'Yes...and I saw too.' She responded. 'Roman please, we all need to help. You are going through a change and I wish to support you. I went through it myself and...my brother was also there to help me change sides.'
The male voice entered Roman again. The voice was silent, whispery, it only said things Roman couldn't even make out. He shook his head.
'I appreciate your offer. But I need to handle this myself.' He looked out the window and saw a clear cobalt sky. He examined the planes taking off into the clearness, then slowly becoming smaller. He had to admit it was quite peaceful, for he hasn't seen a blue sky in a year. The voice whispered in his ear again.
'You're listening to something. I hear it too.' Wanda said.
Roman kept on walking. He made his way out of the airport and ran to the subway line, ready to board. 'Another voice.'
'I have one too,' Wanda sounded like she was sighing. 'It's...well. My brother.'
'Strucker told me all about him. I am...so very sorry.'
Wanda's voice was choked. 'His voice always repeats the same words. The words he told me when we were fighting Ultron.' Her voice was shaky now, which made Roman arch his brow. 'Y-you didn't...see that coming.' She ended it with a chuckle.
Roman muttered to himself and took a seat on the far end of the subway. 'Your brother...speaks to me. Sometimes I hear myself saying his words.'
Wanda's breath hitched and tiny whimpers escaped. 'Roman...I don't know what's going on. But you need to give me your location, please. I only wish to help you. The winter soldier wants to help, Steve wants to help.'
The subway shook and Roman held onto a bar. There was a small tv screen in the corner as well, depicting a 'breaking news' story. He watched a young blonde woman moved her mouth almost frantically. The headlines showed the words. 'Young Hydra recruit escapes upstate NY. Avengers hope to track him down.' Scenes of the plaza attack were played, and an explosion of red within the HQ. He shuttered and lowered his head. Thank god he was wearing different attire now. He just purchased a comb, to change his hair and a black jacket and green boots. He shoved the necklace in his pocket before boarding the plane.
'You didn't tell him anything have you? About our conversations?'
Wanda replied with a quick. 'No.' She took a deep breath and responded. 'I want to help and Steve and the others want to take part in whatever your doing as well. I know they would.'
Roman cut Wanda's communication off instantly and continued to watch the news broadcast dedicated to Strucker's son.
...
He was now in Sokovia. It felt the same, but the weather was a bit more...sunny? Usually it was covered with clouds this time of year, the sunlight gave Roman a sense of determination.
First, he needed a place to stay. He flipped the black hoodie over his head and shoved his red coat in its overly large pocket. He noticed the Plaza was blocked off by police tape and server all news reporters were their, giving the latest scoop on the newest Hydra attack. Er, kidnap also.
He found a dingy motel on the edge of the city. Perfect, near the forest. He quickly entered the key to his new 'stolen' credit card, Stacy. He stole it from a motorcyclist with at least a dozen tattoos on his arms. He guessed Stacy upon seeing the name on his right arm. Easy peasy.
After Roman set his belongings in his room he quickly ran to a drug store across the street. With his hood still tugged over his head, he entered the pharmacy with his head down.
He grabbed a stick of eyeliner and a few pieces of gum. He was able to control the woman at the front desk to give him a discount. He shoved the two objects in his pocket and bit his lip as he made his way out of the store and into the sunny roads of the city. The woman stopped him and asked if he wanted to purchase anything else.
Roman paused and he lifted his head, yet his hoodie was still covering most of his face. He walked back to the woman and slammed a bottle of white polish on the counter.