Kyra's POV
Cool lines being drawn on my stomach is the first thing I feel. My cloud of unconsciousness cleared softly. Plump lips were pressed in the valley of my breasts. His stubble tickled the sensitive skin. My shivers alerting Bucky of my return to reality. More fervent kisses were placed. The smirk he wore was wide and easy to feel. Bucky's body had kept me warm all night. He shifted slightly so he hovered above me again. I took the moment to cover my exposed body. Was I embarrassed? Hell no. Just not ready for round two yet.
"Ah ah ah Doll," his playful scolding did nothing to help quell the budding knot in my core. Ripping the sheet away I wined.
"Bucky I'm coooolllldddd."
"I'll keep you warm Doll." his breath tickled my right ear as he leaned forward. Lust apparent in his deep promise. Just the thought had me squirming in both anticipation and apprehension. I can't go through another round of that…
"Buuuuuuuuckkkkkyy. Nooo." drawing out my words. Praying they quell the beast below his waist. Even for just a while.
"Buuuuuuttt Suuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnyyy" he mimicked back. Dotting my ear and neck with loving pecks. Each time his lips met my skin my resolve chipped away piece by piece. "It's not mmmmyyyyyyy fault that you are the sexiest woman on the planet." as his voice darkened the hairs on my arms and neck rose. Damn this sexy man.
"Well I'm sorry that after cumming 6 times that I need a snack before I can get back at it." a throaty chuckle left his lips as he traced designs on my back.
"Only 6? Hmmm I'll have to fix that."
"Buuuuuccccccccckkkyy nooo" he pushed himself up slightly. Placing a sweet kiss to my nose before shifting to my side. Placing the sheet on my chest so I was covered.
"I'm sorry." he purred. Snorting I turned to face him.
"Don't be." shifting onto my side. Our bodies facing each other. "I'm not sorry." the sheet shifted down as I reached up to stretch my stiff shoulders. "Just feed me first Stud." adding a wink at the end. He growled. Okay. So maybe tempting him more wasn't the best plan. Not my fault he's built like a God.
Tracing my side with his finger gently. Starting at my hip slowly migrating up. Delightful shivers attacked me at his delicate touch. A throaty hum left my lips followed by a groan. "Mmm Buuuuuccccccccckkkyy I'm serious. I need food." he didn't respond though. Just continued to trace lines along my body. Sensually moving down across my stomach. To my navel. Hovering just above my happy trail before he'd drag his fingers away. My nipples hardened at his action. The anticipation is always the best. And this smug bastard knows exactly how to get me started all over again. Heat started pooling between my legs once more. Flopping over to my back I pulled him slightly closer. He leaned in slowly our chests slowly joining. Excitement growing with every second.
"Grgagaggggrrraaggghhh" We remained silent for thirty seconds before we both burst into laughter.
"I told you I need food." for good measure my stomach grumbled again. Bucky moved so he was next to me. His beautiful laugh still permeating the room. A soft pepper of kisses were placed upon my face.
"Ggrrrgggaaaaaagghhhhhhhh" we both chuckled again.
"Apparently now ain't the time to be sweet huh?" his decadent timber thickening at the end. His voice alone caused a typhoon of lust to prick my skin.
"Sorry baby." I chuckled back. "Tummy needs food." with a small pout I patted my stomach for good measure. Moving my hands Bucky placed a loving kiss on my navel.
"Anythin' for you Doll." After another much needed shower we finally didn't smell like sex. The room sure did. We walked out leisurely. Buck's arm secured around my waist.
"I feel bad for the maid…"
"Me too. You were so wet I think you dripped right to the mattress."
"Bucky!"
"What?" he smirked. Leaning In for a kiss. "It's true and you know it."
"Yes but you don't say it outside as we are walking in public." he laughed pulling me further into his side. Placing a kiss on my forehead. It's moments like this I live for. My sweet Frosty, laughing and joking. Where the weight of the world just doesn't matter. The door dinged as we walked into the shop. I smiled at the sweet smell of syrup. I didn't have to tell him where to go.
"Well don't you two look like a million bucks!" a familiar voice called out with a laugh. We smiled in return.
"It's amazing what a hot shower and warm bed will do." she just hummed in amusement.
"Well come on back." following close behind. Bucky lead me to my seat before sitting across from me. "So what'll it be love birds?"
"Same as yesterday?" I asked Buck.
"Sounds perfect, add an extra serving of meat though. We worked up an appetite again." she snorted.
"I can see that." See what? She leaned forward a bit and whispered into my ear. "Honey you might want to get a higher collared shirt next time." my face paled. The second her feet retread I reached out and smacked his hand.
"James Buchanan Barnes, are there hickeys on my neck?!"
"No" he sounded innocent. "They're on your ear and jaw as well."
"My ear?"
"What didja expect Doll. After last night?"
"I expected you to warn me so I could cover up." huffing softly. My cheeks warm.
"We couldn't cover that up Doll." pride and satisfaction oozing from each word.
"Jerk." muttering I turned away.
"You love me." he whispered grabbing my hand and placing a loving kiss on my knuckles. Smiling lovingly.
"Hey mister! Why you wearing a glove in tha summer?" the small voice was at the end of our table. Bucky let my hand go. Hiding his left hand. Disgust rolling off his hunched form.
"Well, he got his hand burned." the child gasped turning to me. Leaning down a little bit to tell the story. "See I was trapped in a burning building and he came in and saved me!"
"Is that why them spots are on your neck?" I choked softly on my tongue.
"Yeah it is. Bucky answered the boy.
"Didja save her mister?" the kid sounded even more excited.
"He sure did! But his hand got hurt bad so he wears that glove."
"To protect it?"
"That's right."
"Dylan Anthony Reeds if you don't get your butt back here!"
"Oh no! That's my Mom!" quick little feet scurried away. We remained quiet. The air was heavy.
"You did save me Buck." my voice soft as our mood shifted to a somber one. Grabbing his human hand I placed a loving kiss on each knuckle. I wanted to kiss his metal hand. But he was going to keep it glued to his side now. We sat in silence till the food arrived. Tucking in the massive breakfast.
"Anything else you two?"
"Just the bill. And don't you dare try giving us another free meal. This is wonderful food and amazing service. You deserve to be paid."
"It's right here honey. Hope y'all have a great day. Thanks for stopping by." Her voice held doubt. I think she could pick up on our negative vibe.
"Thank you. You too." I gave her a sweet smile. Buck didn't make a noise. "Babe, I got the tip if you'll get the bill." I offered softly.
"Sure thing Doll." the words were soft and full of doubt. Reaching into my wallet I found three bills. Nick wouldn't give us anything less than a twenty. Hopping it was a higher dollar value I folded them up. Hiding them under my empty orange juice cup. "Ready?"
"Mmhmm." hand in hand we settled the bill then headed back to the hotel where our car was parked. We loaded up the car. By we I mean Bucky. He didn't give me a chance to help. I'd stuffed the bags, other then that the silence remained. The hotel lobby was buzzing. After returning the the key card we loaded up and started out. "Ahem uh Kyra?"
"Yeah Buck?"
"This square thing was in my pocket. It looks like some kinda phone maybe?" he handed it over to me. It was one of those smartphones Tony tried teaching us about. The symbols on the buttons were raised so I could see what they were. Whether using my fingers or powers. A sad smile played on my face. Feeling around there was a weird icon on the bottom. The one Tony showed us had something similar. All I had to do was double click it. Then the phone would be voice activated. Might as well try it.
Two taps and a near heart attack later I was able to ask my phone, I've named her Sasha, to direct us to Rootstown. Avoiding tolls, highways and ferries it was going to take us about 9 hours if we don't stop. Sasha was quiet as we made our way onto a dirt road.
"That thing is scary." Bucky stated eventually.
"I know what you mean." the air was still tense. Bucky hated his arm. It was a piece of HYDRA that he couldn't hide. Couldn't change. I'd only been gone ten years and things had changed so drastically. I bet he misses home. His home. His time. It must be such a huge loss, it's one I'm glad he's suffered though. I don't want to think of what my life would be without him.
What would I be? Who would I be? I would have had to deal with Tony. His drinking and whoring around. Then what happens to the company? That kind of pressure. It's weird, but I can't imagine. Being handed everything. It would make me helpless. Dependant. I can't imagine anyone in the world today who I can depend on other than Bucky. Everyone else has let me down.
Typing into the phone I searched for the one thing that would make Bucky smile. The front seats of our car was set up as a bench. Guess Nick figured we'd rather be close. Shuffling over I rested my head on his shoulder as the warbling song began to play.
'You're my everything Underneath the sun You're my everything Rolled up into one You're my only dream My only real reality You're my idea of a perfect personality You're my everything Everything I need You're the song I sing And the book I read You're a way beyond belief And just to make it brief You're my winter, summer, spring My everything You're my everything Everything I need You're the song I sing And the book I read You're a way beyond belief And just to make it brief You're my winter, summer, spring My everything'
Nat King Cole sang his heart out. The rough popping audio causing us both to relax. The music switched from Nat King Cole to Frank Sentara to Glen Miller to Duke Ellington. After about an hour his hand rested on my thigh. Other than giving his arm a quick squeeze and a kiss I didn't move. No words were really needed. He knew how I felt even if he disagreed. He'll always be my hero. Always.
Steve's POV
We all had managed to talk civilly about our differences. It only lasted 10 minutes. Sam and Rhodey were the most vocal. They keep going at it.
"Secretary Ross, has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is 1 more than you have."
"So, let's say we agree to this thing. How long is it gonna be before they lojack us like a bunch of common criminals?" Sam made a good point.
"A 117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam, and you're just like, "No, it's cool. "
"How long are you going to play both sides?" They've been going back and forth for a while.
"I have an equation." a collective groan sounded at Vision's announcement.
"Oh, this will clear it up."
"In the 8 years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of noted enhanced persons has grown exponentially. And during the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commissive rate."
"Are you saying it's our fault?" I asked incredulously.
"I'm saying there maybe a causality. Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict... breeds catastrophe." That's bull "Oversight."
"Tony, you're being uncharacteristically non-hyper verbal."
That's because he's already made up his mind." Crossing my arms, Tony and I hadn't spoken much.
"Boy, you know me so well. Actually, I'm nursing my electromagnetic headache.
That's what's going on, Cap. It's just pain…" His tone set me on edge. Getting up he clicked a few buttons and a young boy's face appeared on the screen.
"Who vis that Stark?"
"Oh, that's Charles Spencer. He's a great kid. Computer engineering degree.
3.6 GPA. Had a floor level gig. An Intel plan for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul. Before he park it behind the desk. See the world, maybe be of service. Charlie didn't want to go to Vegas which is what I would do. He didn't go to Paris or Amsterdam. Sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer, building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where? Sokovia. He want to make a difference, I suppose. I mean, we won't know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass. There's no decision making process here. We need to be put in check. Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, we're boundless, we're no better than the bad guys." Shaking my head sadly at the guy.
"Tony, someone dies on you watch, you don't give up".
"Who said we're giving up?" Anger flared in his eyes. I'm just so tired of fighting him.
"We are, for not taking responsibility for our actions." Looking at the team. "These documents just shifts the blame."
"Sorry. Steve, that…" Rhodey cuts me off. "That is dangerously arrogant. This is the United Nations we're talking about. It's not the world security council, it's not SHIELD, it's not HYDRA."
"No, but it's run by people with agendas and agendas change."
"That's good!" Tony snapped. "That's why I'm here. When I realized what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stop manufacturing them."
"Tony. You chose to do that. If we sign these, we surrender our right to choose. What if this Panel sends us somewhere we don't think we should go. What if it's somewhere we need to go, and they don't let us. We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still our own." How does he not see that?
"If we don't do this now, it's going to be done to us later. That's a fact. That won't be pretty."
"You're saying they will come for me." Wanda's panicked voice pipped up for the first time. Pietro wrapped her up along with Vis.
"We will protect you." I soothed instantly. Her panic seemed to calm momentarily but she was still clearly on edge.
"Maybe Tony is right. If, we have one hand on the wheel that can still steer."
"Aren't you the same woman who told the government to kiss our ass a few years ago?"
"I'm just… monitoring. We have made some very public mistakes. We need to win our trust back."
"I'm sorry, did I just mishear you or did you agree with me."
"Vhat about Kyra? How does she play into all of this?"
"We protect our family."
"This is not protection."
"Брат может быть, у них есть пункт. Мы травмировать людей. Этот мальчик. Тогда Лагос (Brother maybe they have a point. We've hurt people. That boy. Then Lagos.)"
"Нет Кайра и Баки не должны быть частью этого тоже.(No Kyra and Bucky need to be a part of this too.)"
"Kid's got a point Tony. The world thinks she's dead. Kyra can't be a double standard." Sam muttered
"We do this and we put her in more danger than ever. You kept her here to make sure no one knew she was alive." his face looked conflicted.
"They vill come if they know. She vill not be safe." Pietro's voice was hard and cold. He glared at Tony. They hadn't forgiven him.
"We need to compromise on this guys. We can't live in an all or nothing world anymore. Steve… please."
"Kyra and Bucky will go to jail if this happens. I can't condemn them to that. Tony I can't." I can't believe you can…
"Boss, I've got Maria Hill on the line for you."
"Thanks FRIDAY." Tony turned back to us. "... I've got to take this."
"Do what you gotta do Tony." Sam muttered. Putting my head in my hands I took a deep breath.
Kyra's POVAfter 9 hours in the car we made it to Rootstown. Bucky refused to stop to sleep. Things were tense again. The quiet wasn't uncomfortable. We just both stayed in our heads for most of the trip. We only stopped for gas 3 times. Each time we'd pick up crappy snacks so we didn't need to make extra stops.
"Fury said no hotels, you wanna just stay in the car?"
"We could. I'd like a bed though."
"Getting soft doll."
"I know." I pouted.
"Itsokay. Don't want to kill the suspension on this thing anyway." glancing his way I raised my brow. "Plus, I'm not to keen on anyone else seein' your sexy self either." Heat rushed to my face.
"Still?" I laughed.
"Always, aren't you?"
"I'm still kinda sore…" I mumbled. I don't know if he heard me but we were quiet for a bit.
"Stay in the car Doll. I mighta found us a place." Before I could object he'd shut the door. This is the furthest we've been from each other in months… something set me on edge. I hate not knowing where I am. Not seeing Bucky. Not seeing threats… That won't matter soon though… Fury better come through with this… The door locks clicked 3 times. Then my door opened. "C'mere Doll. I found us a place."
"Where are we Buck?"
"Bout 10 blocks from the college."
"Where we stayin?"
"Abandoned house."
"Oooo! A place all our own." Bucky lead me up a few stairs. A screen door swung shut behind us as we entered. It smelled old.
"It ain't much but it'll do."
"I'd be fine with the car."
"I ain't havin my way with you in a car Doll."
"Why, I think we've done it in one before."
"Doesn't matter you deserve the best."
"You were gonna take me in the forest two days ago love."
"We were alone then! and I was desperate."
"You have a point."
"I'm not tryin to add to my kill count." I hummed agreeing. We are a slightly possessive couple. What's ours is ours and we don't share. Tapping my feet on the flooring it seemed to be shoddy wood work. The place was dusty.
"Is there water damage in here somewhere Bucky?"
"Not that I've seen, why you smell somethin?"
"Yeah, Wet wood." I giggled. "It's more spacious than the car. It'll work. Maybe it has running water."
"Wouldn't that be wonderful." He mumbled sarcastically. Bucky's booming steps echoed in the empty room. He took 15 steps before he stopped moving. The cry of rusted metal could be heard off to the left followed by a faint sound of water. "We're in business Doll." he called. A soft smile met my lips. Solid steps approached me again. His big arms wrapped me up and lifted me from the floor. "I'm gonna get our supplies n we're takin a nap."
"Sound's good." I mumbled happily. I was released as Buck went to work. Standing still I sent out pulses around the room. There wasn't any furniture. None of the windows were broken, that was a plus. A hall was behind me to the left. That must be the bathroom or kitchen. There's water that's what matters. The door shut again. Two packs thudded to the ground.
"I'll get started on security. You set up the bed." I nodded mutely. I can't exactly secure the area without eyes. Soon that won't matter though… Soft smile pulling at my lips I shuffled in the bag. Our sleeping bags were on top. Fury loaded the car up with camping supplies. It was impressive. We'd be fine without 80% of this stuff. But living in the Tower I had gotten soft. Real soft. Had to eat every four hours or I'd get dizzy. It's normal. I'm human I need food. I just, wasn't really human last time. Being human is a weakness. We're running from the world. I gotta toughen up. Twenty minutes later we were curled up in a mess of blankets. My head rested above his heart and slowly I drifted off.
"What time is it Buck?" I mumbled Something had stirred me awake but I wasn't sure what.
"Dunno, sun is setting." Then a soft gurgling could be heard. "Was that you or me?" His voice was thicker
"Not sure. We should eat." Bucky pulled over our supply bag and we had a feast of beef jerky, almonds and granola bars. We both smelled again. "There a shower?"
"Yeah it's filthy though."
"So are we, com'on." Stopping quickly I turned back to Bucky. "Where is it?" I asked disappointed. Soon. Soon. Bucky's human hand laced with mine. His lips met my ear softly.
"This way." His voice was soft and sad. I hummed. He understood. How hard it is. My eyes are just like his arm. Something we had taken. "Only a few more days." He breathed. Bucky stripped me down gently. His fingers tracing my skin once more. He handled me with care. I wasn't broken to him. Just precious. Halfway through the shower. I hummed.
"I'll get to see you again." Nuzzling into his wet chest. His arm wrapped around my waist. A gentle kiss placed on the top of my head. "I can't even remember what you look like Bucky… It's been so long…"
"Not much longer now Doll." he shut the water off. We didn't have towels. The chances of us getting an actual shower were low, so they were unnecessary weight.
Bucky stepped out first. Like always. Helping me out carefully. He wrapped me up in one of the thermal blankets. We won't need it being inside. Dual purpose. I hadn't grabbed any clothes.
"Umm…. Buck? I don't have clean clothes." No answer was given other than fabric rustling softly.
"Arms up." raising my arms gently a large shirt draped over me. I smiled. It's one of Bucky's shirts.
"I love wearing your clothes."
"I know." he chuckled. A large metal arm hit my knees.
"Eeep!" Bucky laughed. Scowling in his general direction. His heavy steps moved from the bathroom. "I want you to sleep tonight Bucky." he hummed in response. "I mean it."
"I know Doll, I will. I set up traps on the doors. Don't worry. I'll try 'n sleep." we both still had wet hair. Bucky was sans shirt. My personal favorite. I settled in our bundle of blankets.
"We got everything packed up incase we need to run?" i mumbled. He chuckled softly.
"No one knows we're here. We have at least a day Doll."
"You didn't answer my question."
"We're packed enough Sunny. Get ta sleep. I know you're tired." Snorting frustratingly. He never wants me to worry. "Hey doll, can you sing?"
"Always… You're my everything Underneath the sun You're my everything Rolled up into one You're my only dream My only real reality You're my idea of a perfect personality You're my everything Everything I need You're the song I sing And the book I read You're a way beyond belief And just to make it brief You're my winter, summer, spring My everything You're my everything…" the words slipped off my lips. Soon enough I sang us both to sleep.
A loud knock woke me up. Bucky and I both tensed.
"What the hell…" I muttered.
"I got the door. Stay out of sight." Kissing him softly I noded. Bucky shifted towards the door. I followed behind him Grabbing a random weapon out of our bag. It was some kind of a gun. I'll take it. Shuffling on the balls of my feet I lean against the wall next to the door. Tapping 3 times so Bucky knows I'm in position. The door swings open. A man with an odd accent is at the door.
"Hello? Is this your car out front? I jumped the curb. Maybe we could, take care of it ourselves. If you prefer to call the cops, then, that's okay too, I guess."
"No. It's not."
"Are you sure?"
"Very sure, I don't own a car."
"Well I do need to find the owner."
"I can't help you."
"So unwelcoming for an old friend. You were trained better Soldier." Son of a bitch.
"Bucky, move." I mumbled softly. The door creaked open and I made sure to jam my gun into the man's ribs. "Conel Zemo, what an unpleasant surprise. Do come in."
"You never were one to pull punches Ms. Stark." I grabbed the man and shoved him into Bucky.
"Hold him. I'll get the rope."
"Ah ah ah. I am expected at a meeting in three hours. It would be suspicious if I just disappeared."
"You won't disappear. You were mugged, an unfortunate, but common occurrence in cities." His chuckle was dark.
"On second thought, Perhaps I should inform the police on who is hiding here?" Clicking the safety off. I jammed the gun back into his ribs.
"All the more reason for me to kill you."
"That wouldn't be wise. Then again. Killing is in your nature isn't it?" Bucky had been silent the whole time. That jab was meant for both of us. You can't change the past. Bucky had just started opening back up. He doesn't remember Zemo, I hope…
"What do you want Zemo?"
"To chat with two of my favorite people."
"You take another step forward and it will be your last."
"Let me in, and let me leave. I promise to stay for no longer than 5 minutes."
"Why don't I believe you. Oh yeah, must be my common sense."
"Sunny, let's just see what he wants." Bucky's voice was curious. And that's the worst thing for him to be with this bastard.
"I mean no harm." His voice was greasy and disgusting.
"All you do is harm."
"No that's what we had you for." My eyes widened a fraction. "Are you still suffering from missing memories Soldier? I can help with that." Zemo tried to push me out of the way. He had 4 inches on me. Probably at least 80 pounds as well. With my depleted muslimass he managed to move me.
"Kyra… please…" hearing his desperation killed. Nothing good will come from this.
"Fine. But if he makes a move I don't like he's dead."
"Thank you." snering in his general direction.
"You kept your looks, colonel. Congratulations."
"Thank you Ms. Stark. I must say you handle a gun very well for a blind woman."
"You won't mind emptying your pockets would you?" My voice matching his false sweet one. He was too calm. It was pissing me off.
"Of course not." Stupid. Smug. Bastard. I'd been reigning in my anger well. But just feeling his presence made me sick. Bucky was scared. But he was also desperate for answers.
"Crap on the table there. Then Bucky's going to check for weapons."
"Of course. I told you I mean no harm."
"He's clean." Bucky's voice was hard. Cautious. Both good traits. We shouldn't be anywhere near this bastard.
"On to business then? Mission report: December 16, 1991." Bucky's eyes glazed over. He'd heard those words a million times before. Cocking the gun taking a step closer.
"How did you find us?" All anger I'd been trying to hold back surfaced.
"When SHIELD fell, Black Widow released HYDRA files to the public. Millions of pages much of it encrypted, not easy to decipher. But, I have experience. And patience. A man can do anything. If he has those." God dammit Natasha… Her 'Fuck you' to the government lead this bastard to us.
"What do you want?" Bucky's voice was low and angry. He didn't remember the man. But he remembered HYDRA. I couldn't tell if he remembered the mission that he was asking about. It was well before I'd been kidnapped.
"Mission report. December 16, 1991."
"We are are here to wipe out HYDRA" I snarled with as much venom as possible "you're lucky to be still breathing." An amused laugh left his lips.
"HYDRA deserves its place on the ashtray, so your death would not bother me. But I have to use this book, and other bloodier methods to find what I need. I don't look forward to that." The book…. Shit.
"Bucky, up now. Zemo. You blink and I shoot."
"Ms. Stark. Is Permafrost making an appearance?"
"She never left." Shoving Bucky away from Zemo. "Bucky get the bags." His eyes didn't leave the book.
"Why do I know that book?" Confusion laced his voice. Don't remember it Buck. Not now.
"Bags Bucky. Now."
"I know that book Kyra."
"You should." A crooked smile spread across the slimy bastards face. "It's all about you." Bucky's eyes glassed over in hope. I could see his thoughts. Nothing in the book is what he wants to remember.
"Hand it over Zemo." Voice soft and deadly. You don't need that book. We need to get out of here.
"James Buchanan Barnes. Get the damn bags now!" Both men ignored me. Ignoring the woman with a gun is not a good plan.
"Here, take it. I have all of the information commited to memory already." God dammit. Bucky looked at the book like it was made of gold. Grabbing my massive boyfriend I shoved him further from Zemo. Now that he had the damn book maybe he would listen.
"Bucky we're leaving in 2 minutes. With or without our supplies; your choice babe."
"You won't get far. The whole world is looking for you. They know what you've done. Every single thing." I can feel the color draining from his face. All I need to hear is his depressed gasp. He's going back into his head. There's no other choice.
"Go to hell Zemo!" Pulling the trigger nothing but a buzz sounded. A tranquilizer gun. I'd grabbed a nonlethal weapon. Seriously? God I can't wait till I can see again. So I can grab an actual gun when attempting murder. I'm happy to extend my kill list if I'm sending that bastard to hell. Pushing out pulses I can tell Bucky still hasn't moved. Grabbing his shirt I yank his face forward. "We need to move now Buck." Nothing. "JAMES!" Finally he started to move. Pushing my hand away gently he statched up the bags.
"He could have had agents in the street."
"They'll breach any second now if he did." Bucky tosses my bag at me as we both make our way to the back window. No time to disarm his other traps. I go out first. Jumping down the metal stairs with precision. Buck hot on my heals. We land on the asphalt one after the other. Sending out pulses further than usual made me dizzy. Adrenaline has its advantages. There's no one in the area as of yet. If we hurry we should be alright. "Area's clear."
"I'm tired of fighting." his voice is weak and worn. I don't have time for this Bucky right now. This Bucky will get us killed.
"I'm tired of running." Yanking his arm to the left we head down what seemed to be an alleyway. "But I'd like to keep living; now bring your sexy ass." Dropping his hand after another playful tug I walked with my New Yorker strut. After 40 feet Bucky still hadn't moved. He was facing me, I could 'see' a smirk on his face. "What are you looking at?" Taking long strides he was at my side in less then 30 seconds.
"I love it when you boss me around n' wearin my clothes Doll. Very sexy" I'd forgotten to change out of his shirt this morning. His voice was more sensual the the purr of a 1957 Chevrolet Two-Ten 2 Door Hardtop Sport Coupe. It made my legs tremble in exactly the same way. God damn him.
"Now is not the time for sexual innuendos Buck" I was whining even to my ears. I hated the way he made me feel. Wrapped around his damn finger.
"You love me." Smug bastard knows it too.
"Damn straight. Come on" Yanking his hand we finally head off.
"Cars this way."
"Check it's safe." ten minutes later Bucky gave it the all clear. Lucky for us night is about to fall. It makes it easier to fade away. We need to contact Fury. I need my eyes. I need them now.
Steve's POV
We'd ended the meeting after Tony's phone call. I didn't trust Maria any more then I did Ross. Things were going from bad to worse.
"Mr. Rogers, I have someone from British Intelligence on the line."
"British Intelligence, Why?"
"It is a matter concerning Mrs. Carter."
"Put them through." Picking up my phone, the line blinked and then a man's voice came through.
"Steve?" I couldn't place him. But it didn't matter. He spoke with sorrow. It's clear what this is about… I've been waiting for this call since I found her again… Still my throat closes up.
"This is." I manage to cough out.
"Captain, I've got bad news…Peggy... She's. She's gone." The lump forming in my throat grows at his words. This isn't bad news. This is horrible news. We, we never got our shot. And even now… I don't know if I'd want it but.. It's just another piece of my past being ripped away. Even if the dame I know what already gone...
"H" get it out Steve, "Ahem, um h-how?"
"I-in her sleep." There wasn't pain. That was the slightest relief. She'd suffered enough.
"W-when is the funeral?"
"In two days. Can you make your way to London?" Can I make it? She was the second person in my life to believe in me. No matter what. To support me no matter what. Not Captain America, but as little Stevie Rogers.
"I'll be there." Clenching the phone in my hand successfully ended the conversation. It was too much. Just too damn much…
"Steve?" Dropping the electronics to the floor I had to control my temper. I need control. Leaders need to be in control. Even when they are falling apart. Sam's worried face clear in my peripheral vision. Sympathy is a face I don't want to see.
"Peggy's dead." He flinches at my voice. It's cold. One I reserve for my enemies. One I've never directed towards a team member before. With a deep breath I try to relax. Sam doesn't deserve to be snapped at. "Funeral is in London."
"I'll pack a bag" Turning he started from the room. Pausing at the elevator. "…. Should we tell Bucky?"
"No.." That's who I wish I had right now. Peggy helped me through Bucky's death. Or what we thought was his death. He's alive, and here. But he can't help me through hers. She's actually dead. Peggy's really dead... "I doubt he remembers her... It'll be too public. With everything going on…" I know Sam feels second best sometimes. As disappointed as I am that the Old Bucky isn't here, I don't want to make Sam feel like he's not wanted. He's helped me through so much. It's just, my history with Bucky is decades longer.
"When do we leave?"
"Tomorrow morning. FRIDAY, can you get us a flight?"
"The jet will be ready and waiting for you at 0800."
Rain pelted the car as we made our way through the streets of London. Getting out it was clear how big of an impact her death made. The church was packed wall to wall. Flowers everywhere. People from almost every country in the world came to pay their respects to Peggy. A part of me hated them. They were able to be there for her when I couldn't. They had so many memories and all felt the need to share them. We'd known each other less than a year. It wasn't nearly enough time with her. Not nearly enough.
"And now, I would like to invite Sharon Carter, to come up and say a few words."
"Margaret Carter was known to most as a founder of SHIELD. But I just knew her as Aunt Peggy. She had a photograph in her office. Aunt Peggy standing next to JFK. As a kid, that was pretty cool. But, it was a lot to live up to. Which is why I never told anyone we were related. I asked her once how she managed to master diplomacy and espionage at a time when no one wanted to see a woman succeed at either. And she said, compromise when you can. When you can't, don't. Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right. Even if the whole world is telling you to move. It is your duty, to plant yourself like a tree, look them in they eye and say, 'No… ...you move'"
The service carried on, more speakers stood to share their experiences. All I could think of were Shannon's words. But Peg, how am I supposed to fight off the whole world? I just. I don't know what to do… A small hand was placed on my shoulder. Looking over I met the blue eyes of the only living person who is in as much pain as I am.
"Steve.." She wraps her arms around me.
"Hey Shann" Stepping back she tries to smile. It's plain she's forcing it as much as I am.
"I'm glad you came. You're the only one who cares as much as I do."
"There's no way I'd miss this. She was an amazing woman. She deserves the biggest send off there is."
"I couldn't agree more." My eyes became unfocused as we lapsed into silence. Images of my past play briefly behind my eyes. "How are you holding up?" Despite the agony she's feeling Shann still checks up on me. After meeting her in the nursing home Peggy had stayed at, we'd kept in touch. She's just as caring as her Aunt.
"I don't know Shan…" taking a deep breath "When I came out of the ice, thought I wanted to ignore she was gone. When I found out that she was alive, I was just lucky to have her. I wish. I wish she were here to ask about this crap."
"Me too Steve. There's no one I trusted more. Aunt Peggy, she could clean this mess up. I support you Steve, she'd have your back too. She'd just… be able to handle this diplomatically. They'd have to listen to her. She wouldn't be ignored."
"You're right." I'm Captain America, and I'm being ignored. But she wouldn't be considered bias I guess. She could always be objective. Even back then. From what I've been told...
"How long are you here for?"
"Not long," running my hand through my hair. London is too painful. I swear I'm going crazy. It's nothing like I remember from the war. I still get flashbacks... Shannon's eyes are trained on me. Waiting for an explanation maybe? "I've got to get back to New York."
"A hero's job never ends."
"Something like that…" I can't load my crap on her. Peggy would hate me if I did. I doubt she knows just how messed up things are about to get. "I'm sorry for your loss Shannon."
"Me too. I'll let you know when I'm back in the city." I've been trying to smile all day. It's been hours, and I just can't manage another one for Shannon. She's the person who needs it the most. Settling for a strong hug. Our embrace was tight. We fit together well. I might actually ask her out if things were different. They aren't though.
The rain had let up to a light sprinkle as I stepped from the church. Sam waiting over by the car. He'd given me plenty of space. For that I'm grateful.
"When's the plane leave?"
"8 pm. I got the bags packed. Apparently we're needed." Looks like another night of sleeping on a plane. Even if it's a private jet. That doesn't make it comfortable.
"Aren't we always."
11 hours later we finally make it back to HQ. Wanda and Pietro are actually in the lounge. It's a rare sight. They are sitting talking with Vision. Rhodey and Tony are nowhere to be found. There's some banging coming from the kitchen. Tony would be in the lab. Which is good. I don't need to deal with him right now.
"Steve." Wanda called out softly. She got up and walked over, giving me a cautious hug. "I am sorry for your loss." We'd had a rocky relationship after Wakanda. The whole mind control bit was hard to let go of. Seeing her with Kyra is what finally helped though. Seeing how alike they are. How much they have suffered…
"Thanks Wanda." I can't bullshit her. Which is why most people are scared of her. She means well though. With as hard as she's been trying to be accepted it's hard not to let her in. Her brother on the other hand, I could do without. He manages a solemn nod. Respect I think. They lost their parents. They know. Hell, everyone in the tower does. That's why we do what we do.
But it never seems to stop…
My room is three floors up. Heading back to the elevator alone the second the doors close I let my facade drop. Just for a second. I don't have to be a leader. I don't have to be strong. I can just be Steve. With Bucky, I could just be Steve… But he's not really Bucky… Maybe… I need a shower. Hot water might clear my head.
Walking out to my living room I see Sam reading some sports magazine on my couch. His counselor side is showing. I can't say I hate it though.
"Hey man."
"Hey." I wanted a few minutes alone to try and be broken. Even with Sam I can't. I have a responsibility.
"What's on your mind Cap?"
"Peggy. Every mistake I've made. The act." It was up to me to save the world. That's the mission. I've failed...
"It's not your fault Steve. You can't carry that blame." Easy for you to say Sam. You aren't the leader. You aren't the one responsible for the team. I am. I'm… I…
"I know, I just… I'm lost Sam. How can I make him understand?"
"Tony? You can't." It's the truth. He can't change my mind I can't change his. All that's left is to try damage control. Get your head right Rogers. Peggy wouldn't want you to fall apart now. She took care of business. You better start too.
"Who else signed it?"
"Tony, Rhodey, Vision." Vision is a surprise. Rhodey and Tony were givens.
"Clint?"
"Says he's retired." I'd be retired too with the shit that's hitting the fan.
"Wanda?"
"TBD." cocking a brow I look at Sam. He smirks "It means To Be Determined."
"Oh, Pietro?"
"No, he won't put Kyra at risk." Unbreakable loyalty. I respect that.
"You know why Wanda isn't sure?"
"I think she's scared. Of losing control. Hurting people. Laos took a tole on her."
"It did on all of us." Enough hiding, I've got to see where everyone stands. "FRIDAY, where's Wanda?"
"Ms. Maximoff is still in the living room." Heading to the elevator. Knowing Sam would follow.
"You think she'll talk to us Steve?"
"I'm not going to pressure her. I want her opinion. I need as many as I can get…" He nodded. Before we could talk to Wanda Tony strut into the room. Even when he's being cautious he's pompous.
"I'm off to Vienna for the signing of the Accords. There is plenty of room on the jet." No one moved. But his eyes were trained right on me. Lowering his voice we made eye contact. "Just because it's the path of least resistance does mean it's the wrong path."
"I can't Tony." Disappointment and frustration shown in his eyes as I just shook my head. Without another word he walked off to the launch pad. Nat took a few steps forward. I hadn't noticed her until she moved. Skills of a spy I suppose.
"Staying together is more important than how we stay together."
"What are we giving up to do it? Sorry, Nat. I can't sign it."
"I know." There's conflict in her eyes. She's searching for something in mine.
"Well, then. Have a safe trip." Cutting her off before we can start an argument. The little emotion that had shown was wiped away. She followed Tony out the door. A silent air of disbelief settled over the room.
"She's going with him?" Sam asked the question on everyone's mind.
"Looks like it…" Is it depression? Is it betrayal? Disappointment? There are so many feelings so many thoughts swirling in my head. It's sickening.
"Let's get take out." With a clap of his hands Sam tries lightening the mood.
"Da, food vould be good." Even Pietro is soloum. We all know just how serious this is.
We settled on Chinese. No one really made conversation during dinner. Vision was in his room. Rhodey off somewhere else. Nat and Tony gone. Bruce and Thor missing. Clint with his family. Then Kyra and Bucky locked away in their own little world. What I wouldn't give for a slower metabolism. Drown my sorrows. To forget, just for one night. Just one….
"Steve?" Looking up I realized we were alone.
"I'm going to the gym." Jumping up towards the elevator. Not giving him a chance to say anything else. He's hovering. I don't need comfort I need space.
Stripping down to a tee and shorts I start jogging around the inside track. Pain pushing my strides harder. My legs faster. The sound of my feet pounding into the floor. A step each second. Four feet moved with each stride. But I'm not tired. The room moves in a blur as I round the track again. Again. Again. Again. So much so that my head spins slightly. Going too fast on too short a track will do that. Running outside is a danger I'm not willing to take. Scared to leave the tower…
Frustration built back up. Yanking wrap out of the cabinet, I vigorously force it around my knuckles. Too tight? Can't find it in me to care. Winding up. My fist goes through the first punching back. That only fuels my fire though.
Broken bags lay all around. Their contents spilled across the room. I'm covered in it as well. Twenty five bags. That's all we had. I've destroyed them all. A few weights were also stuck in different walls. Finally I've got nothing left.
That's what I had coming in here.
No it's not. I've still got my new family. And Bucky. I need Bucky. I'm scared. I haven't felt this weak since before the war… Trying to get my head right. Trying to wash away all the crap. Stress. Guilt. Fear.
Laying in bed staring at the ceiling. Even closing my eyes all I can see is Peggy. Crashing into the ice. New York in ruins after the alien attack. Sovokia. Wakanda. Laos. Destruction. Nothing but destruction. And all the people behind the scenes who've caused it. This gives them more power. They can't be trusted. People supported Hitler too. He was wrong. This is wrong.
It's wrong.
My mind wouldn't let me rest. I need Bucky. You don't know if you don't try. We've had talks before. I'm sure Kee Kee would understand. She has to understand.
Stumbling onto their floor the door to their room was locked. Their room. Cause he got to keep his best girl. In there holding her right now while I'm out here cryin over mine.
They were tortured and abused by HYDRA. Be happy they are even alive.
I just want my best friend back… Raising my hand up I knocked. Once. Twice. Thrice.
Nothing.
So you gonna sit in their with your girl and ignore me you jerk?
"Hey Buck, I need to talk to you."
Nothing.
"Bucky. Come on I really need ya right now. Pe-peggy died. And I dunno if you remember her but …. she was my… my Kyra in a way… I just need ya right now pal." Wetness trickled down my face.
What kinda friend makes you beg for their attention?
"Bucky!"
The kind that always got what he wanted.
"Bucky I'm serious. Just open the door."
Some mighty Captain America. Running back to his old best friend.
"Bucky"
Can't even remember who you are half the time.
"Come on."
Why'd he care?
Pounding the door a little harder. All the questions started building up.
He never ignored you before.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
He always got the girl.
Knock. KNOCK.
He gets to keep his too.
Bang!
She's right in there.
Bang!
Holdin him close.
Bang!
While your girl is dead.
Bang!
It's your fault.
Bang!
You couldn't save her.
BANG!
My fist shattered the metal and electronics of the door. Looking down the skin was bloodied and mared. Looking through the hole I couldn't see much.
"Bucky!" He and Kyra would have heard me breaking down the door. "Are you seriously ignoring me right now you jerk?!" Both of my hands started prying the metal apart. More cuts littered my limbs. They should have anyway. I couldn't tell. I didn't feel it. The door gave way and I barreled into the room.
The empty room.
The bed was made. Like this was a guest bedroom. Like no one had stayed here in ages. Where the hell are they?
"Where are they FRIDAY?"
"Ms. Stark and Mr. Barnes have requested privacy. I cannot disclose their location." My stomach dropped at the AI's response.
"Have they left?"
"I cannot disclose their location" Their location. They aren't in their room. Where the hell else could they be. Please don't let them be gone.
"Call a team meeting now FRIDAY."
"Yes Mr. Rogers"
The announcement went over the PA. Anyone in the tower was to make their way to the living room.
"Vat is the meaning of this?" Pietro scowled. Ignoring his comment completely I turned to the rest of the group.
"Has anyone seen Kyra or Bucky lately?"
"I haven't they've been hold up in their room since the stuff with Kyra and Tony went down." Sam commented.
"Da, she has not let us come in." Wanda's disappointed showed the pain it caused her. I know how it feels having your best friend taken from you..
"Wanda, can you sense her?"
"Niet, I ave tried, but she does not respond."
"Pietro, can you run through the tower? See if you can find her?"
"Vhy can't da ceiling voice find Kyra?"
"She's been ordered not to."
"Da. I vill look" Pietro was gone in a flash.
"I get she's mad at Tony, but why us?" Rhodey asked finally.
"Why not?" Vision broke the silence.
"What does that mean?!" Rhodey and Sam both tensed. First thing they've agreed on all week.
"Well, I have observed that each of you have a very direct need to protect Ms. Stark."
"Of course we do she's our sister!" Rhodey snapped. Talking to Vision was like talking to a child so often it was more annoying than anything. A waist of time at this point.
"Yes but she does not seem to enjoy your protection."
"Vhat are you saying Vis?" Wanda looked worried. I glanced around at the team. Everyone is staring at the red figure waiting for his take on things.
"She has been unhappy here. Betrayed even."
"She would have said something." Rhodey argued
"Would you have listened?" His voice was as calm and stoic as always. The underlying truth was unnerving. No. We wouldn't have. We didn't. A blue a silver blur rushed in. His shaggy blonde hair shook as the male Maximoff tried catching his breath. All eyes on him. His pale eyes met his sisters and he stated the worst sentence I've heard.
"She's gone."
"VAT DO YOU MEAN SHE IS GONE?!"
"I mean she is gone. They are gone. They are not ere. I looked. Everyvere."
"Pietro are you sure?" I asked, almost begging for it not to be true.
"Da…"
"This is terribly concerning." Vision muttered. You don't say?
"Why would she leave, she's safe here." Rhodey was as confused as I was. We protected her. Them.
"Niet, Vis is right. She is trapped here. She az been angry for a long time." Wanda muttered. Her eyes help despair.
"Da, She stayed for Bucky and Steve." Pietro's tone was bitter. I get Bucky, but me?
"Us?"
"You ave both lost much. She does not vant to cause you ore him pain." Wanda explained. Jealousy flashing in her eyes.
"With the Sokovia Accord…"
"Bucky isn't safe anymore." I breathed.
"Da…"
"She knows what's going on then." Rhodey mumbled.
"Shit. They are going to disappear." Sam and I both shared a knowing look. It took us 3 years to find Bucky. Kyra… We never had to look for because the thought she was dead. We know better now. But them. Together?
"Neit, they already ave." Pietro pulled his sister into his chest. They both seemed to be mourning a great loss. Silence settled around us as we let everything sink in.
"Shit…." Rhodey, Sam and I all looked at each other. Glancing down at my bloody hands. They were scabbing up already. The question that hung in the air was massive.
Where did they go?
Who is going to tell Tony?
GASP! They're gone!
We knew that, but the team sure didn't. I really want to know what you guys think. What do you think is going to happen next? How did the chapter make you feel? The Captain America is falling apart. Nobody is perfect. I wanted to hit on his demons in this part. I hope I did well.
Until next time!
~Douttful