Your Not My Dad
James
The first thing I can remember is the throbbing pain in my head, and the clean serial smell of what I was guessing was some kind of hospital. The moment I was going to open my eyes to see where exactly I was, the sound of a door opening made me abort the idea altogether. I allowed my limbs to go limp in order to look like I was sleeping.
"Do you know who they are?" The first voice spoke, it was male and assertive.
"No, there is nothing from them in any Data base, we even ran them threw SHILED's old processer. And still nothing." This voice was also male, but I little softer, like not wanting to wake me, wich, of course, they had already failed in that.
"That's Strange." The first voice spoke once more in reply.
"Well, Ye-" Softy was cut off. "Kid, I know you are awake. You can open my eyes." The comment didn't come with any venom like I thought it was, rather calm and inviting. I decided I would like this man. I opened my eyes, with the were emetaly closed once more as the bright lights temporarily blinded my vision. "You good? I know the lights are pretty bright in the med rooms.
"I'm fine, guest a little disoriented." I sat up, allowing my eyes to adjust. The man with the soft voice was sitting on the let side of my mattress. He had long shoulder length brown hair and sleepy eyes. I smiled and he did too.
"My name if James, but you can call me Bucky." I stared at him for a second, putting pieces of old stories together. Before I could continue my thought I was interpreted but the man in question. "This is where you tell us your name, kid."
"Well, funny story, my name is James too, and I am not a kid." The man another man in the room wich I had forgotten about let out a small laugh.
"You sure look like a kid, I mean how old are you? 15, 16?" I shook my head.
"Where I come form, age is measured in experience, not how many times you have orbited the sun." I crossed my arms and glare at the man. He had long dirty blond hair wich was slicked back, a close-trimmed beard, and eyes that were similar to the ones I was faced with in the mirror.
"That brings up the question, were are you from?" The man mimicked my posture.
"Depends on were I am. I'm not going to answer any questions you throw at me until I know where I am, and where my friends are. I will wait, but you look like someone want the question right away." Once again I smirked, if I could handle politics, I could handle blondy.
"Upstate new york." Bucky's tone didn't falter form the welcoming one when I woke up.
"There is a lot to New York."
"The Avenger's Compound and your friends are right down the hall, all still sleeping." The words circulated around in my head. 'Avengers Compound' 'Upstate New York". Non of those words sounded right, but still, they were there. With means that with-
"GET OFF ME!" I heard Torunn's voice scream from hall way, her voice practical dripping with rage. I emetialy jumped out of the bed and sprinted to the source of the voice. There I saw a larger man with an eye patch and short cut hair holding onto her, arms wrapped around her waist for behind. It looked like both of them were struggling again either other's strength.
"Torunn!" I screamed getting her attention, she spotted me, only for her eyes to be filled with more rage. Sparks started appearing in her hands and she shocked the man holding onto her with so many volts, he let go and stumbled make.
She ran to me and we stood back to back, both of our fists up. Sure, I had no clue who these people were, and Bucky seemed nice enough, and apparently, we were in a 'avengers compound' but they touched Torunn, and that is on emetiale grounds to get your asses handed to you.
"Stand down James, if we explain this to you, it all might make sense." Bucky's hands were up, in a surrender motion, but he was the only one present as calm, the rest were ready to fight.
"James? What our play?" Torunn asks from behind me, I think for a second.
I raise my hands in a motion of meaning no harm. " I have one question. Who are you really? Because last time I checked, we were the only Avengers, and we sure as hell don't have a compound in up state New York." Sometimes answers are more important than feelings.
"What do you mean?" Blondy spoke up.
"Wait, Where exactly are you from?" The man who was restraining Torunn asked from behind me. That is when it hit me, the man had restrained her, and that was something I had only screen other Asgard do, and with the striking resemblance to Torunn, I was guessing he was Thor.
And then the Stories of my father's old partner in war's name was James, as a nickname, Bucky, I was named after him. And then there was the other man, who stared back at me with the same eyes, and I knew, this was Steve Rodgers. They were the Avengers.
"A world where you are dead, and we are Earths Heros." The room fell silent and my arms fell to my sides.
"The Cube… Damn it should have known what it was." Torunn started cursing herself in all-speak, I myself a little to preoccupied with the fact I was staring my father in the eyes to care much.
"What cube?" The man I now know as Thor asked.
"The Space Stone." Her words came out as daggers, dripping with regret.
Yeah, Second Chapter! Sorry that is was kind of short, I guest thought that that would be a good place to end, so I did. I hope you all enjoyed, and please comment.