AN: Finals are over! I can finally get back on schedule! Thanks to everyone who followed this story!
While we waited for Bucky to awake I sat on a plastic milk crate in the room where Bucky was unconscious. Using the corner wall by the open doorway I pressed my back against the smooth, cold surface and let my legs go limp and eyelids droop. A pounding headache filled my senses making me weak. I rubbed my temples and reopened my eyes staring at Bucky from where I was sitting. I could hear Steve and Sam quietly talking amongst each other in a room over, they had me keep watch on Bucky.
I heard his breathing quicken as his head lifted up and then groaned, blood had dried where he hit his forehead on the helicopter windshield. Bucky turned his head seeing his arm was trapped underneath the machine.
"Guys," I called out tiredly, standing up from my seat and waved the pair over.
They ran in as Bucky groaned again and Bucky staring at them tiredly. Bucky placed his hand on the device, lifting himself slightly before Bucky looked up.
"Steve?" Bucky murmured, recognizing his friend first.
"Which Bucky are we talking to?" Steve questioned, crossing his arms.
Bucky grew somber and paused for a moment, "Your mom's name is Sarah," He paused again, chuckling. "You used to wear newspapers in your shoes," Bucky recalled with a slight chuckled.
"Can't read that in a museum," Steve smiled.
"Just like that? We're supposed to be cool?" Sam asked annoyed, raising his eyebrows and I glanced at him shrugging.
Bucky turned his gaze at me this time and I slightly stepped closer to him, "What did I do?" Bucky asked looking at me, and touched his hand.
"Enough," I answered, not going into detail and Bucky sighed.
Bucky looked at me with a pained look and sighed, "Oh, God. I knew this would happen. Everything HYDRA put inside me is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn words," Bucky said frustrated, shaking his head.
"Who was he?" Steve asked.
"I don't know," Bucky answered.
"People are dead," Steve stated grimly. "The bombing, the set up. The doctor did all that just to get ten minutes with you. I need you to do better than I don't know," Steve pushed.
"He - he wanted to know about Siberia," Bucky stuttered slightly, trying to remember. "Where I was kept. He wanted to know exactly where," He finished.
"Why would he need to know that?" I asked him frowning, as I stepped forward.
"Because I'm not the only Winter Soldier," Bucky confessed, looking at me.
I threw my head back and looked up at the ceiling, "You've got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed quietly, my hands on my waist, shifting my gaze back to the man in front of me. Bucky looked down shaking his head.
Steve shifts on his feet, "Who were they?"
"Their most elite death squad," Bucky answered, shifting his gaze between the three of us. "More kills than anyone in HYDRA history. And that was before the serum," he added.
"They all turn out like you?" Sam asked, moving from his spot.
"Worse," Bucky answered grimly.
"The doctor, can he control them?" I asked, walking over to the machine that was holding Bucky and released his arm.
"Enough," Bucky replied, looking down at his hands.
"Said he wanted to see an empire fall," Steve recalled.
"With these guys he could do it. They speak thirty languages, can hide in plain site, infiltrate, assassinate, destabilize, they can take a whole country down in one night and you'd never see them coming," Bucky explained, as I made my way back over to Steve and Sam.
Buck shook his head as Sam walked up to us nervously, "This would have been a lot easier a week ago," He muttered taking a deep breath.
"If we call Tony..." Steve started, but Sam interrupted.
"No, he won't believe us," Sam pointed out.
"Even if he did...Who knows if the Accords would let him help," I added agreeing that it's not an option.
"We're on our own," Steve took the conclusion.
"Maybe not," Sam said hopefully. "I know a guy,"
As Steve and Sam called people and made strategic plans, I helped Bucky clean up and attend to his wounds. I carefully dab the wet cloth on his temple, removing his blood. It was bruised and had a small cut, from the glass shattering underwater.
"Did I do that to your neck?" Bucky asked softly, tracing his finger carefully over my bruised neck, as I looked into his eyes.
An involuntary shiver went down my spine as Bucky's human fingers glided smoothly over my skin and I swallowed deeply.
"It's fine," I assured, looking away from his eyes.
"Did I hurt you in any way?" He asked, concern lining his sharp features.
Our eyes lock once again, "You, as in Bucky, no, you didn't hurt me," I answered.
Bucky cleared his throat slightly, looking down at the ground, "The Winter Soldier is a part of me, and if I hurt you, I'd like to know," He stated, as I looked up at him.
"Why?" I questioned curiously, folding my arms together.
"Because I don't want to hurt people I care about," He admitted and I felt my cheeks burn, I looked back down and finish cleaning his wound.
"Do you remember anything about me? Honestly?" I asked suddenly. "I mean, when's the last time we had an actual conversation? That had to be when I was fourteen, and that was before you were wiped. And when I was eighteen, we faced each other again in D.C., and you called me 'renegade' then proceeded to beat the shit out of me," I recounted, finally lifting my head up to see that he was already staring at me. "I've caused you an immeasurable amount of pain, directly and indirectly. With and without my powers. How could you possibly care about me?" I questioned, pausing to catch my breath. "You shouldn't," I declared, shaking my head and removed my hand from Bucky's face.
Bucky grabbed my hand before I could fully remove it from his face, "And I have caused you numerous pain as well, I have littered your body with bruises, broken bones, and dislocations," Bucky began, as he gently lowered my hand from his face and use the pad of his thumb to softly circle my wrist, the left one to be exact. "I remember everything about you, even the temporary friendship we had when you were kid," Bucky mentioned, letting go of my hand.
"I'm not a kid anymore," I reminded him standing up. "A lot of things have changed since then Bucky. Look, I know you and Grandma had a thing going on during World War II. And I know that I look a lot like her, especially when she was around this age, but please don't project your feelings about her on me," I stated, pushing strands of my hair behind my ear. I turned around and started to walk out the room until Bucky spoke.
"What if I told you, that I haven't stopped thinking about you since D.C.?" Bucky asked, and I slowly spun on my heels and looked into his eyes shocked.
I was about to speak, but Steve and Sam walked into the room as Bucky and I looked over at them.
"Clint's getting Wanda. But we need to move now," Steve ordered, and Bucky sprung up, ready to go.
AN: I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Sorry for any mistakes.