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"Well, that was interesting." Damian mumbled as we climbed back into the jeep.
I crossed my arms. "That's not exactly the word I would use." I looked pointedly at Steve and he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.
Falcon turned around from the passenger's seat. "So how'd you two get the guy off your tails?"
Cap'n started to speak, but I cut him off. "He kissed me!" I threw my arms up to emphasize my shock, annoyance, confusion and several other emotions that I couldn't even determine.
"Nice." Damian smirked, but it came out more as 'noice' due to his accent.
I narrowed my eyes. "Not 'noice'." I snapped. "Wrong."
"What's wrong with two people kissing?" Damian obviously had no background information on us. "Oh, d'ya mean because of that Bucky guy?" Nevermind...
I clenched my teeth and looked at the passing ocean. After that, everyone was silent.
"So! Who's gonna cook?" Damian asked, clapping his hands once we'd all gotten settled.
I felt their gazes on me and my scowl got deeper. "Just cuz I'm a girl, doesn't mean I can cook."
"But you're from the '40s," Falcon pointed out. "Didn't most girls learn that back then?"
My eyes snapped to his. "Yes, but I'm not most girls. I wasn't trained to cook, I was trained to kill." I grabbed a kitchen knife and pointed it at him, lifting an eyebrow as if asking if he had any more questions.
His adam's apple bobbed and he looked away. "Okay!" Damian smiled nervously, gently taking the knife from me and placing it on the counter. "We'll figure something out, you can go outside."
He shooed me out of the kitchen hurriedly, probably to prevent me from causing anyone harm.
Bucky's P.O.V.
I lay on the rooftop on my stomach, waiting for the target to come in range. It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to concentrate since I left Tigress. She was so familiar. And that name, Charlotte. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Could it be her?
I squeezed the trigger and stood from my position.
"Back so soon?" The Spanish accent floated over to me. I turned and faced the man who had hired me.
I nodded shortly in response. He smiled. "Ah, amigo mio, what type of payment would you like? Money? Women?" he gestured around to his richly decorated mansion. "Name it, it shall be yours."
"A woman."
His brow furrowed. "Just one? Very well. I'll give you my best. Kara!" he called a slim, brown-haired girl over.
"No." I shook my head. "A specific woman." I pulled up the sole picture I had found of Tigress on my phone.
He took it from me and frowned. "You want me to find her?"
I nodded. "And information on her. Everything."
"Well," he sighed. "I'll do it, but you'll have to kill someone else for me."
"Not a problem."
"So, this girl." the Spaniard started. "She special to you?"
I clenched my jaw. "I don't know."
"Then the rumors are true." he swiveled in his chair to face me rather than the computer. "You remember nothing of your past."
I nodded curtly. I didn't want to tell the man that I remembered some things, but they were all about Tigress...or Charlotte. I didn't even know anymore.
"Well, maybe this will jog your memory." he grinned, pointing to the screen. He stood from his chair and allowed me to sit down to read. "I'll give you some time to read." He stretched and walked out of the large office room, shutting the wooden door behind him.
Name: Charlotte Elizabeth Wild A.K.A. "Tigress"
Well, I guess that cleared that up...
Born: 1922
Died: 1945
Family:
Father: Jonathan Alexander Wild
Mother: Elizabeth Adrianna Deegan-Wild
Brother: Vincent Frances Wild
Occupation: Veteran-WWII, SHIELD soldier/ agent
Worked with Howling Commandos, Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter. Trained in many forms of combat, adequate knife and gun skills.
After dying in 1945, Charlotte Elizabeth Wild was taken by HYDRA scientist Arnim Zola and experimented on. After being given a mechanical heart and metal eyes, Wild was frozen for more than 70 years and was recently woken up to do HYDRA's dirty work. She rebelled and is now traveling with Steve Rogers and Samuel Wilson.
Before her death, she made many friends in the army and there is a small memorial for her in the camp where she supposedly died.
I continued reading until I got to a short video. As I watched the string of clips, my head began to pound.
Tigress was running around an army camp, being chased by...me.
"Charlotte! Get back here!" I yelled, chasing after her. "Give me my knife, dammit!"
I heard her laughter as she clambered into the back of one of the trucks. I groaned and hauled myself up into the truck. "Alright, give it." I held out my hand.
She shrugged. "Check me. I don't have it." I narrowed my eyes at her before smirking.
"Maybe I will, doll." I grinned, stepping close to her. I smiled as her cheeks flushed pink from the sudden closeness.
I checked her waist, arms and legs, taking a step back. "I know you still have it." I lifted an eyebrow. "You wouldn't."
"Wouldn't what?" she asked innocently.
My eyes widened. "You didn't." I glanced at her chest, snapping my eyes back to her face. "You did!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands out. "I can't believe you, Charlotte."
She laughed childishly, leaping from the truck. "Can't you?" she teased. "Here, Bucks." she dug the knife from her shirt, tossing it to me. "It's dull anyway." She stuck her tongue out at me.
I grabbed the knife and winced. "Ugh! Why is it so warm?!" I heard her cackling in the distance and I shook my head, smiling softly.
I groaned quietly and rubbed my temples, clicking on the next video. She was fighting a soldier during training.
I sat down next to Dum Dum and watched as she beat the hell out of a guy like he was a punching bag.
"Brutal." he shook his head, his eyes not leaving the fight. Well, not much of a fight really...
A small smile wormed its way onto my face as I watched. "You picked a hell of a dame." Dum Dum grinned, his gaze flicking to me for a second before shooting back to the fight.
I choked on my own spit. "Excuse me?" I coughed roughly.
"Oh come on!" he laughed. "It's so obvious, Bucky. I've never seen a man so in love before!" I blinked rapidly as though it was a dream that I could wake up from.
He cheered as Charlotte knocked the guy on his ass. I looked down and wrinkled my brow. Was he right? She was pretty amazing. She didn't take crap from anyone, she knew how to fight, she wasn't like any other girl I'd ever met. She was beautiful, no doubt about that. A half smile formed on my lips.
"The hell are you smiling like that for?" Charlotte asked. She was dripping sweat and Gabriel tossed her a towel.
I gulped, feeling heat rush to my face. "Uh...good job." I could've smacked myself. Idiot.
I screwed my eyes shut and gripped the desk tightly. It hurt so bad, but I wanted to know more. My hand shook as I clicked the next video.
My heart stopped as I saw her die. The video showed her dying in Peggy's arms and me carrying her to the medical tent, pacing outside, punching a soldier and screaming at the doctor that couldn't save her.
It happened in slow motion. I screamed for her to move, but there was no time. As she pushed Peggy out of the way, the bullet ripped through her heart and she crumpled to the ground.
All I could see was her laying on Peggy's lap, bleeding out. I sprinted to her, everything around me was a blur of nothingness. I dropped to the ground next to her. "Charlotte!" I cried. Her eyelids were starting to droop.
Peggy's expression became desperate. "Charlotte Elizabeth Wild! You stop that! Keep your eyes open, or...or I'll get you kicked out of the army!" tears were rolling down her face and dripping onto Charlotte's shoulder.
"She needs to be brought to the medics!" I struggled to speak past the lump that was forming in my throat. I picked her up carefully and began sprinting towards the medic tent. I handed her to the doctors and fumed when they wouldn't let me in the tent with her.
I sat beside Steve for a moment before standing up and pacing anxiously. Anger bubbled up inside me and I grabbed a passing soldier, punching him hard. Steve leapt up and held me back, forcing me to sit down.
I could feel tears pricking at my eyes and I swallowed roughly, trying not to sob. The doctor came out of the tent and I was in front of him instantly.
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do." he looked down.
My chest heaved and I screamed at the man until he went back into the tent. I sat outside the tent for another hour before stumbling into the woods and collapsing onto my knees.
I shook and threw my head back, roaring in anger. My heart felt like it was on fire and I screamed, punching a nearby tree until my knuckles were dripping blood. I fell to my knees again and shook, this time from the sobs that wracked my body.
