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3 weeks later
Amora rubbed her aching temples, processing all the information that Dr. Erksine was giving her. "You are telling me that you replicated particles in my blood and think you successfully created the formula?" She rubbed her eyes while Dr. Erksine babbled on excitedly, running around the lab.
"It will be great, Miss Incantare! This formula will give a regular man the ability to heal rapidly, run as fast as a car, pick up things twice their size, and perhaps slow down their aging. Mr. Stark is finishing up with the equipment today so we will be ready for the test tomorrow," Dr. Erksine removed his glasses and took a seat across from her, "I disposed your blood so no one will ever know. You should be excited, Amora. This is what I have been working on for years."
"I am happy for you, Erksine. It is just I have couple of concerns," Amora crossed her legs, still rubbing her eyes. The light was irritating her today, in fact, everything was irritating her since Bucky left. "You have Mr. Stark creating all this equipment when he can't even lift a damn 'floating' car off the ground for more than 10 seconds and not only that but Steve Rogers?! Why him? He will never survive this, Abraham!" Amora knew that if something happened to Steve that she would never forgive herself. He was Bucky's best friend and if something happened to him, she did not want to be one of the people behind it.
"Everything will be fine," Dr. Erksine gave her a reassuring smile before getting up, "Steven Rogers is different than all of the other choices. You should of seen him at basic training today. Even you would of been impressed."
"I don't want to be apart of sending a weak and sickly man to his grave because you want to make him a human god," Amora got up and grabbed her coat before rushing out of the lab. At first she thought this experiment would be a good idea, but now she knew that there would be more risks.
The next day Amora woke with a slight headache and a nauseous feeling in her stomach. She made some herbal tea, which immediately stopped the pain and nausea. Today was the day that the experiment would be conducted on Steve Rogers, which Amora would not be apart of. She didn't want to go and watch the love of her life's best friend go through pain and perhaps die. She put on a black trumpet skirt, a white blouse tucked underneath it, her long necklace as her favorite everyday accessory, along with her brown trench coat, and light brown cloche hat. She would occasionally go out as a different identity once in awhile, but today she was going out as herself to treat herself at the new bakery that opened up downtown.
She tried to keep herself as busy as she could to make the days go by faster. It has been three weeks since Bucky has left for Europe and she had sent him probably over a dozen letters already. She recalled him telling her something about him being in the 107th, but Amora didn't quite understand what he meant. He knew that she had been working with the scientists, but Amora never went in depth of what it was they did, which now she regretted not telling him. Amora took a deep breath in, trying not to think of the all the depressing thoughts she had about Bucky being away.
The walk wasn't too long for Amora. She wore comfy heels that she knew wouldn't give her feet blisters after five blocks. The bakery was right down the street from the lab, hence how she knew a new bakery at opened. As she opened the door, she immediately smelled the fresh bread and muffins that were being made. Amora walked up to the counter where she was greeted by a kind, older, gentlemen who was clearly the baker here. She ordered a chocolate chip muffin as well as some French bread to take home. Amora noticed some small tables in the small bakery and took a seat and the furthest one, the warmth of the muffin in her hand made her stomach growl loudly as she was impatient to eat.
As she was about to finish her muffin, Amora heard screams down the street. Everybody in the bakery went to the window and started pointing. All of a sudden, there was an explosion and then another one shortly after. Amora got up from her seat and ran out the door to see if she could get a better look of what was going on.
"Oh gods. No!" She saw men laying dead around the old antique shop where the lab was located under. Quickly she ran across the street and cautiously stepped over their dead bodies as she entered the antique shop.
"Oh gods!" She covered her mouth and stumbled back a little at the site of a old woman with a dozen bullet wounds in her torso. Amora turned her head away, covering her mouth in her arm. She took a few deep breaths in before making her way down to the lab. As soon as she got there she felt her body go into complete shock. Dr. Erksine was lying dead on the ground. Amora ran and collapsed at his side, checking for any signs of a pulse.
"Please don't do this to me, Abraham. Please don't be gone." No pulse. Amora's body trembled as she held Dr. Erksine's lifeless hand. "No..." She lowered her head and quietly sobbed, not letting go of his hand.
"Hey, you!" A couple undercover agents drew out their guns at her, "Get up! Let me see your hands!" One agent got closer and yanked her up by her neck, making Amora yelp.
"Unhand me this second!" Amora was furious now, "How dare you touch me!"
"How the hell did you get in here?" The two agents kept their guns on her, "Answer the fucking question!"
"And I said to let me go!" In a split second the agent that kept ahold of Amora's neck was on the other side of the room. Amora looked at the other agent and raised up her hand, sending a bolt of green energy out at him, knocking him unconscious. Realizing what she done, Amora quickly got out of the lab, not even bothering looking at the damage. She ran up the stairs and out of the shop where she saw General Phillips talking to tall and muscular man.
"Steve?" Amora whispered to herself, examining the man that stood a few feet away from her.
"Miss Incantare, is that you?" General Phillips approached Amora, a look of anger and worry on his face, "What in the hell are you doing here?"
"And I could ask you what happened," Amora crossed her arms, furrowing her eyebrows together.
"Hydra. One snuck in and planted a bomb before running off with the serum. Thankfully Mr. Rogers got ahold of him before he took a cyanide capsule."
Amora looked down the street to see even more damage, "Good gods...and what of the serum?"
"It shattered on the ground, miss." Steve approached the two, leaving Amora in more shock as she got an up close look at him. "We need to act now, General-"
"No, no. You are not going anywhere, Rogers. I will get Agent Carter to escort you back to base, " General Phillips pointed to Steve and then to Amora, "You and I are going to have a talk."
General Phillips motioned Amora over to a black car where they both got in and drove off to the army base. "I'm shipping you out to Tonsberg, Norway. About a year ago Hydra went there and practically destroyed the whole village. We think they got something from there."
"Tonsberg?" Amora shook her head slightly, clutching her hands into a fist, "No, no, no, this is not good."
"Why is that?"
"They have some ruins there that mean something to us gods." Amora sighed and rested her head back, "When do I leave?"
"Now."
Tonsberg, Norway.
As Amora arrived in the small village, she saw that the majority of it was still covered in rubble and ash. She made her way to the center of the village to the old Viking ruin where villagers worked on to repair the damage.
"Excuse me?" Amora said in Norwegian, "Your keeper, is he here?" Amora was gifted in the ability to speak in all languages, a gift she rarely used as much as she should of. She always hid this ability just so she could "play dumb" whenever someone spoke in a different language.
"You are too late, lady." The villager responded, rubbing some sweat off his face, "You are a year too late as you can see. We don't have the money to replace everything here so we work with what we can do. "
"The tesseract...where is it?" Amora stepped inside the old ruin and looked around until she spotted the mural of the Yggdrasil tree.
"How did you kn-a goddess." The villagers working on the repairing the building stopped what they were doing and knelt in respect. "We protected it for Odin for so many years, they took it and bombed half our village."
"Please, there is no need to kneel. Odin spoke of this village quite frequently since he entrusted your keeper with the tesseract," Amora dusted off the mural and turned back towards the villagers, "You are loyal subjects of the Norse Gods, yes?"
"Yes, our people worshipped them for years," one villager spoke up, "I have read all the books and I know who you are. You are associated with the golden apples."
"Was." Amora approached the villagers and they all stood back up, "I will help you restore your village for as long as I can. It will be my way of thanking you mortals of guarding the tesseract for so long."
The villagers bowed as Amora nodded her head in respect to them. Amora raised her hand and focused on the rubble surrounding ruin. The ground slightly shook as green energy circled around the rubble, causing it to be put back in place together. The ruin looked as though it has never been touched. Amora felt free being able to use her powers again. It has been seven years since she last got to exercise her other abilities.
"On to the next?"
November 1943-Six months later
"My lady, my lady!" A small child ran up to Amora as she sat with the elders of the Tonsberg Village. The young boy handed her a letter that was addressed to "Leena Moran." It was from Bucky. Amora excused herself and impaitently opened the letter.
My dearest Amora,
I apologize for not being able to write as much as I want to. Things have been crazy here in Italy and I just want you to know that I am safe. Thank you for letting me know that you have been safe in Norway. When you first told me you went there I nearly had a heart attack, but knowing you are safe has been keeping me at ease. I appreciate all your letters keeping me updated with what you are doing on a daily basis, sweetheart. You are what keeps me going everyday, Amora. I cannot wait for you to be back in my arms and until then, know that I have been thinking about you every second of every day, darling. I love you, Amora.
James.
As soon as Amora got done reading the letter she busted out into tears, relieved to hear from him. She had written over a hundred letters to him and in return she only received 3 while staying here in Norway. The villagers welcomed her to stay after Amora used her powers to rebuild the village. Amora took their offer, only knowing that Bucky was only a few countries away.
"I need to go." Amora walked back into the main room of the small cottage where the elders sat. "Something has come up and I must attend to it." She felt a sudden urge to just leave and she didn't know exactly why. She needed to see Bucky, just to put her mind at ease that he was really okay.
"We understand, my lady. Your actions and great kindness will never be forgotten. " They all nodded their heads in respect as Amora grabbed a black cloak to cover a simple, grey, dress she wore. Amora exited the small cottage and vanished into thin air.
She appeared at an army base in Italy where everyone seemed to be in a panic. She headed for the tents where she immediately found General Phillips and Agent Carter. "Incantare! What the hell?!" The General smashed down some files of paper as Amora approached them, "Nearly six months and I don't hear a report from you and you just show up out of the blue! Perfect timing right when now I have to worry about a rescue party. Dammit. "
"I'm sorry did you say rescue party?" Amora looked at them both, a look of worry in her face.
"Steve Rogers decided to take it upon himself to set foot on the Hydra base to see if our men are still alive. All of the 107th were presumed dead." Agent Peggy Carter looked at Amora with a sense of worry as well.
"107th? 107th!?" Amora could feel herself go into a panic as she paced around the tent, "Presumed dead? No. No. No. No." She looked up and noticed them staring at her, looking confused. "I...made some friends that were placed in the 107th." Peggy gave her a small squeeze on her shoulder before walking out of the tent.
"I think Agent Carter has a thing for Captain America."
"Captain who?" Amora focused on her trembling hands, noticing General Phillips was trying to change the conversation.
"Captain America. You know, Steve Rogers."
"No...no I don't know." Amora felt anger and frustration circulate through her. She didn't want to believe anything that she had heard about the 107th. She quietly groaned and stormed out of the tent, wiping some tears off her face.
"Amora!" Peggy called, walking up to her. "I know we don't know each other very well, but I understand what you are feeling. I want them all to be safe too." Peggy didn't know that Amora was Asgardian. All she believed was that that Amora is a medic from Norway who decided to help aid Dr. Erskine in his studies. The two ladies walked together in silence when all of a sudden they started to hear cheering.
"They're back!" An officer called as he dashed passed them like he was caught on fire.
Amora quickly turned around, feeling her stomach turn with nervousness as she was afraid she wouldn't see Bucky. A crowd covered the rescued soldiers and "Captain America" as they all cheered and applauded. Amora kept a distance, not wanting to get too close. She got on top of a wooden box and saw the much taller Steve Rogers with an exhausted Bucky right next to him. Amora exhaled a breath of relief, feeling her legs get weak. She felt more tears stream down her face, in which she couldn't control. She was just happy he was alive. As Amora was about to get off the wooden box she took one last glimpse of Bucky, only noticing him staring back at her with a look of shock in his face. She gave him a small smile and a nod, not wanting to make a scene and jumped down, making her way to the tents. As she gotten further away from the excited crowd she felt someone grab her arms and push her behind one of the tents.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Bucky kept ahold of her arms, his face dark and exhausted, his clothes torn and loose.
"I needed to know if you were okay." Amora spoke with a shaky voice, observing his whole features. "They said that you were all presumed dead and..and.." Amora closed her eyes tightly and shook her head, "I'm sorry. I do not know what came over me."
Amora heard Bucky sigh and say something under his breath before taking one of her hands into his, "It's too dangerous for you to be here, doll." She felt Bucky's hand touch the gold necklace that hung around her neck, "I see you are still wearing your necklace."
"I never take it off. It is like always having a piece of you with me wherever I go when you are not there." Amora looked up at him through her glossy eyes as he lifted her off the ground and gave her a deep kiss.
"I'm just happy to see my love again and to know that you are still in one piece," Bucky smiled before placing another kiss on her lips.
Amora wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss a little. Just feeling his heart beat against her chest made her comforted. They kept their lips locked together before hearing footsteps approach them.
"Buck?" Steve said in surprise as Amora and Bucky stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, kissing. "Umm, I was hoping to talk to you about something. That is if you're not busy at the moment." Steve rubbed his neck awkwardly as Amora turned away, embarrassed.
"That's fine," Bucky cleared his throat and gave Amora's hand a squeeze before walking away with Steve.
"Shit!" Amora whispered to herself, covering her face in her hands. "Dammit, Amora! Why do you do impulsive things like teleport to Italy and then get caught making out after hiding everything for seven years?" Amora asked herself before gently smacking the side of her head. After standing there for a few moments, Amora composed herself and walked back out to where she would look for Peggy Carter or General Phillips to see what they would want her to do next.