And we're back to normal. This is now the next chapter, since the last one was 'special' :P
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Ch.36 Morning
"Alright people, we need to have everything ready when the soldiers return," the head medic in the camp, Robert Lang, called as he and the other medics made their way to the medical wing.
"We have about 2 hours for that so-" Lang would have gone on, had they not seen what they saw in the barrack as soon as they entered it.
"What's the meaning of this?" everyone was just shocked.
There were 8 people in the barrack and only 3 actually sleeping on beds. Well, two mostly, the third one looked about ready to fall off the bed the way he was laying.
The others were on the ground. One flat on his back, black eyed and snoring like a saw. One was mangled at the edge of the table, muttering, shaking and shifting. Two were piled atop on another, their limbs crossing with the others. And the last one was hugging and kissing a table, mumbling something they didn't even want to know.
"Aren't these the Howling Commandos?" one of the assistants asked, getting a better look.
"I do believe they are…" Lang muttered, shaking his head.
"Get them up…" he could hardly believe what he was seeing and needed a few seconds.
"Excuse me ma'am?" one of the assistants gently tapped Peggy on her shoulder.
"Yes?" waking instantly and looking up, Carter realized what was happening.
"I am very sorry," she quickly swallowed and sat up on the bed.
"Captain Rogers?" two girls were giggling as they shook him, but were able to feel his abs at the same time, so naturally, they didn't try too hard.
"Mm…" he let out, opening one eye before shooting up on the bed.
"Oh um… ladies," he said awkwardly as the two turned red.
"This is bad…" Steve whispered, looking for his clothes.
"Lieutenant Falsworth?" a man stood above the Brit.
"Not yet mother…" Monty mumbled, giggling until the medic panicked.
"Sir, your wounds have reopened," the Commando slowly opened his eyes; face twisted in pain as he felt his chest and saw the blood leaking though the bandages.
"Up you go, sir," a brother and sister both took hold of Jacques and lifted him from the table.
"Non pas encore..." Dernier didn't even open his eyes as he held the table.
"Sir, you're drunk. Please wake up," the sister urged and tapped his head.
"Ugh… Ma tête ... Oh, bonjour là," Frenchie smiled, his feet feeling like jelly.
"Hey, you two, get up," two men and woman came, frowns on their faces as they looked down at Jim and Jones who were starting to untangle.
"Oh my head…" Gabe groaned, holding said body part and slowly sat up.
"I can't feel my face…" Morita's voice was rough, scuffed even as he went with his fingers to his face.
"I can't feel my leg…" the com. specialist looked down, checking if it was still there.
"I think we're in trouble…" James looked up and saw the angry faces of the medics.
"Dugan… Dugan get up," a big, scary and angry woman loomed over the fallen giant.
"Hey! Did you hear me?" she frowned and slapped the man across the face.
"AH! I'm up!" he suddenly shot upward, taking a sharp breath, before closing his eyes and holding his face. The slap only made the pain from last night worse.
"You enjoy doing that don't you Linda…" he opened one eye and glared at the woman.
"Um… Sargent? Can you hear me?" the girl gently shook Bucky on the shoulder, but he didn't respond. At least not to her. He had been mumbling since they found him.
"Sargent?" she tried again, but saw the wound on his head. Panicking a bit, she shook harder, until Barnes woke with a start, eyes unfocused but wide open and body unmoving.
"Where am I?" he blurred out, looking around.
"In the medical wing. You passed out last night," the girl smiled and offered a hand.
"Do I even want to know?" Lang rubbed his eyes with his fingers, seeing how the Howlers got to their feet and looked around, half asleep, half dead.
"No not really…" Dugan muttered, earning a smack around the head from Linda.
"Your friend over there could have died… you're lucky," he added, motioning to Monty who was being bandaged again, hardly aware of the danger he was in.
"…We're sorry…" Steve lowered his head and looked at the others.
Most of them seemed to agree. Carter was talking to the doctor taking care of Falsworth, while Bucky just looked around the room, as if lost.
"Buck, you feeling alright?" Rogers came closer as the sniper looked startled to see him.
"Buck? E… I… I guess… Why?" there was something off about him that just made Cap's chest tighten.
"You sure? You look terrible…" leaning back a bit, he saw the wound on his head was already half healed, although it looked as though it bled. From last night, he didn't see anything, and hit himself mentally for not checking. The same goes for Monty...
"Seriously, you hit your head pretty hard last night."
"Last night… I… I don't remember… Who are you anyway?" looking at the Super Soldier, Barnes didn't have a single sign that he was joking.
"Oh my God! Bucky!" Captain America called, getting the attention of every person in the room as the said male looked ready to run away.
"Well?" Steve asked, for probably the sixth time in the last hour as he and the other Commandos got their checkup, despite the slight annoyance of the medical crew.
"If you didn't ask that every few minutes I would be done… which I am now," Lang's eye twitched as he finished inspecting the sniper, who was confused beyond belief.
"He has temporary amnesia," the doc said and closed his eyes.
"W-What?" the Howlers asked in disbelieve as Bucky got dressed.
"Don't worry… its temporary… a few hours… maybe a few days and he'll be back as new," Lang assured them, but that did little to lessen their worry.
"How much does he remember?" Monty asked, wincing in pain as he moved.
"Nothing from what I was able to detect… and you shouldn't even be up," Robert glared at the Brit who sunk back into his bed.
"Can we help him?" Jones raised an eyebrow as the sniper was allowed to get off the table.
"Try to jog his memory? Tell him things, show him… It usually helps…" there was something else the doc refused to tell, but apparently only Cap noticed.
"Right… we'll do that," Jim nodded, feeling much better now.
"As for Lieutenant Falsworth… He is allowed to leave, only on the condition he not strain himself and gets a lot of sleep," Robert checked his clipboard.
"Doctor Lang," Rogers called when they were allowed to leave.
"Yes?" facing him, the doc already knew what this was about.
"There's something else isn't there?" the Super Solider kept his voice low as his teammates helped James move around, doing their best not to startle the poor guy.
"Yes there is…" sighing, Lang rubbed his face.
"This didn't happen only because he hit his head… there was something there – long before any of this, which triggered it. I'm not sure how, why or what, but it wasn't normal…"
"…I see… So there might be something else that made him forget?"
"Yes, but it's still all temporary… Amnesia is amnesia – be it accidental, intended or even unknown."
"Thank you doctor… and sorry for the mess," the two shook hands.
"Just don't let me see you like that in here again," Lang smiled.
"Drunk or beat up?" Steve grinned back.
"If I had to pick, I'd chose not to see you beat up."
"Wait, wait, wait!" Barnes threw his hands in the air, eyes closed.
"You say my name's James Buchanan Barnes, so why am I called Bucky?" he looked at the gathered Howlers, who shared an unsure look.
"Because you sister couldn't say James, so it became Buck. And that turned into Bucky," Steve explained, sitting next to him.
They had told him the basic things; who he was, what he's doing here, who they are and so on. The sniper was following, not really believing everything he was told, but most of it. Rogers assured him that everything said by him was true, while he corrected if someone wanted to take a bit of an advantage of the fact he had amnesia. Things were coming back to him, slowly but surely and they all had a bit of fun on his expense, since he had no idea what the hell was going on.
"Ugh I hate this…" putting his hands on his face, Barnes sighed and shook his head.
"What?" the men asked, a bit confused by it.
"Not remembering basic things… It's so frustrating… like I'm not in control and I hate that…" he hissed, looking up and lost in his own thoughts a bit.
"Hey c'mon man, everything's gonna be fine," Dugan put a hand on his shoulder.
"I hope so… because this is just… pathetic," lowering his gaze again, Bucky let out a breath.
After a few hours of explaining, answering and consulting, James' memory came back fully, and they were all glad for that. More than they realized actually.
"Well… I don't want a repeat of that…" holding his head from the pain, Buck drank from the bottled water that was offered, since they stayed away from the alcohol for now.
"How come all weird stuff always happens to you?" Jones asked, as the Commandos played a game of poker – this time without either of the poker monsters.
"It's my charm," the sniper grinned, putting the bottle away and taking a seat closer to the table.
"Man, I'm so tired I don't even want to play this…" at that, they shared a look of surprise and figured he must really be exhausted.
"Greetings boys," a voice they all knew very well called as the owner came in.
"Hey there Peggy," they called back, smiling as she stepped closer.
"I see you've all still got some money left," she smirked as they quickly paused the game.
"And good to see you're feeling better Sargent," she got a thankful nod.
"So… you and Steve were both sober right?" Jim looked at the two.
"We were why?" they asked in unison.
"…What did we do end up like that?" the two almost fell over from the shock.
Translations:
Non pas encore... - Not yet...
Ma tête ... Oh, bonjour là - My head... Oh, hello there
And cut! Well, like I said, I'm brining this story to an end and there's only about one more mission I'll be writing about - and then the aftermath of the whole movie (if that's a bit confusing, just wait and see xD)
So, I hope you liked it and if you did, leave a review. I'll see you next time :D