"Thank you. You're in for a lot of trouble if they find out you've been harboring us," Amnesia tells T'Challa as he goes through paperwork sat on his desk.
"It is the least I could do. Besides, you two have become assets to my country. My people are the safest they've been in years. I am glad you have chosen to stay. However, that is not why I asked for you. Mr Barnes has asked about being put back into a cryogenic freeze until he we have figured out to stabilize his history. I assume he didn't talk to you about this."
"No. I will, thank you for telling me. Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"Then trust that I won't let his past rear its head," Amnesia says firmly and he nods accepting her demand. "Thank you."
"You were all victims. My father, your beloved and yourself. If I can help any of you find peace..." he trails off looking up from his work.
"I looked your father up. He was a wonderful man and I'm sure he'd be proud of you," Amnesia tells him.
"I'd like to think so."
"Well, you know where to find me...back at the airport, you should've been out for twelve hours. What happened?" Amnesia asks before she walks out the door.
"Life is full of mysteries," T'Challa replies with a smile. She shakes her head and leaves his office. She heads to the garage and gets on a motorcycle, speeding away.
A few miles down a hidden road, the jungle growing thick on either side, rests a bungalow fit for a king. The road curved and led directly to the garage situated under the house. She hits the sensor in the road and triggers the door to open after recognizing her face. There is another bike in the garage, a sleek sports car, one of T'Challa's taste, and a bigger SUV. Bucky and Amnesia prefer to use the motorcycles. The bungalow itself, was giving to T'Challa by his father, it was close enough to the palace to keep an eye on him yet far enough where T'Challa had freedom most people in his position wouldn't have. Since he took on the mantle of King, he doesn't leave the fortified walls of the Wakandan palace unless on business so he gave the bungalow to the two of them.
Bucky didn't like it at first. Most of it was underground and that made his skin crawl due to the feeling he'd get from all of his time spent in underground bases at Hydra. He also hated that the actual house part was very easy to penetrate with bullets, most of the walls were one way mirrors after all. It wasn't until T'Challa explained all of the defenses and security included that he even considered moving in. The details include the dense, manufactured, jungle around it. Some of the trees in the thick forest aren't trees, they're metal monstrosities with enough firepower to take out a tank. Despite the house's remote location, it's still close enough to the palace to be protected by its anti-aircraft missiles, there are several natural predators kept in the area that would give any man a run for his money, unless he was say, a supersoldier, and T'Challa's favorite botanist grew some homemade monstrosities and put those in the forest.
Long story short, the only way to get to the bungalow was by using the road, or flying. Then you'd have to find it too, Let's just say T'Challa's stealth tech could give the former SHIELD a run for its money. Bucky eventually settled down and was soon won over by the interior. There was a turntable and lots of space to dance.
Amnesia turned off the bike and then left the garage, tossing the keys into a bowl they kept by the door. She heads up the stairs after seeing Bucky is not in the training room, she follows the sound of Ed Sheeran and finds him sitting down on the couch, deep in thought. She stays at the door observing him for a moment as there has never been a time where she could even remotely sneak up on him, not that anyone would want to. The vinyl comes to a stop and Amnesia waits for him to get up and flip it over but he stays where he is. Amnesia bites her lip, knowing something's wrong. She switches sides of the record, he notices and turns his head slightly, watching her with his eyes as she wakes over and sits in front of him on the coffee table.
"What's wrong?" She asks softly.
"Just...thinking."
"You're not going to leave me right?" Amnesia asks frantically, knowing what he's thinking about. "Tell me you're not making plans to go under behind my back James. James please," Amnesia begs, tears welling up in her eyes as she hears the words they had danced to for the first time. Everything she was, was tied to him.
Bucky doesn't reply. Amnesia takes this as his answer then gets up and runs away. He could've stopped her, they both knew that. He didn't though, and neither could tell if that was a good or a bad thing. She went to the kitchen and made cookies. Baking seemed to keep her busy but her mind found its way to Bucky. So she read too. And put on a movie. And re-organized their spice shelf alphabetically. When the cookies were finally done, she made a decision.
It had been two weeks. Two weeks since she and Bucky had their "fight." In that time Amnesia had elected to staying at the palace, helping T'Challa run things and keeping an eye on anything relating to a cryo-freeze. She had decided that if Bucky wanted to leave her, she'd make it easy for him and just left before he could. It's not about the stuff Hydra put in his head although that is undoubtedly his excuse. He was being unreasonable, but she knew he'd need to work things out on his own, so she took a leave of absence, being just as unseasonable as her soldier.
As for Bucky, he spent more and more time in the training room under the compound going through punching bag after punching bag. He knew Amnesia was at the palace helping T'Challa run the country. That's how she found out he had asked about being put back under he supposed. It made him bitter that she was going to someone else for support but he knew she deserved someone much better than himself. She didn't deserve an assassin that could kill her if the wrong thing was said. She deserved to be protected and cherished, T'Challa could offer her that and more, he could not. So it was out of self punishment he didn't leave the room. He knew that if he did, he'd go find her and bring her home even if she was kicking and screaming. He knew he'd go Hydra without the words being mentioned. He needed to be put back under if she wanted to live out her life because he'd never let her go.
T'Challa frowned seeing Amnesia sitting behind a lap top. She should be sleeping, to be fair, he too should be sleeping.
"What are you doing?" He asks and she jumps, not noticing him enter the room.
"There's this league of assassins from Russia, they just dispatched two of their best to area 32. I bet they're supposed to meet up with our man Trevor. So I just nailed Trevor for selling vibranium on the black market. I'll forward the info to Okoye," Amnesia mumbles.
"When did you last sleep?" He asks and she just shrugs. Their separation was getting out of hand. He didn't know why Amnesia left the bungalow and why she was staying away, but it wasn't healthy for either of them. He knew her James had barely left the training room at the bungalow.
"About a week ago," Amnesia says absently.
"You should head back to the safe house. You won't be much use here soon if you don't," T'Challa says and Amnesia waves him off, returning to her research.
He sighs in resignation and rubs his eyes as he walks away. He's tired, but his health is the least of his worries. In a matter of minutes, he's pulling up into the garage of the bungalow and following the sound of punching bags dying. For a moment he hesitate, questioning whether his armor would be a good idea. It probably would be, however, he doesn't want to waste the time to travel back to the palace and grab it.
"Mr Barnes," he calls out after stepping into the room and observing the soldier. In a second he's knocked flat on his back, Bucky straddling him, metal arm raised and ready to come down in a deadly punch. He stops though, breathing heavily and gets off of the King of Wakanda.
"What are you doing here?" Bucky asks briskly, clenching his fists. He knows why he's here though. To check on him and add to the list of reasons he's better than Bucky, the thought sparks more anger in him than he'd care to admit.
"I may be no expert in women, but you are doing it very wrong," T'Challa says smoothly after getting up. "I do not know why you're distancing yourself brother, but it does you no good. Neither of you."
"She deserves better," Bucky mutters.
"Perhaps, but who better than you?"
"There are billions of men in the world that are better for her, even you. I'm a killer. I may not have killed your father, but I killed those innocent people. What if my next victim is her? What if Hydra left a bomb in my head, ready to go off and what if she gets caught in the aftermath?"
"Then you will protect her, as she will protect you. Go find her. I believe it is time we all get a good night's rest."
Bucky stood at the doorway looking into the room where Amnesia sat, staring at the wall, her hand on an electrical socket. The lights would flicker every once in a while as she turned lights on and off throughout the palace and overall just made sure everything was running as it was supposed to. It comforted her, she wasn't directly connected to any computers, but she found ways to manipulate what she had, to gain control over what she didn't possess. She was doing what she had been doing her entire life.
Bucky noticed how pale she was. Her cheeks looked sallow, and her eyes looked dead as the color flickered and glowed through the different colors of the rainbow. The color corresponded to the amount of energy running through her red and white were extremely high, but the closer it got to her normal brown, the less energy she had. The light in the room bursts, and Bucky is on the other side of the room standing over Amnesia and protecting her from any broken glass before any of it can hit the floor. He picks her up, separating her from the system and starts carrying her away. She shocks him at first, but he carries through not letting anything pass his facade. They're almost to the garage when Amnesia finally gets a hold of her surroundings.
"James?" Amnesia asks. He meets her eyes and the facade breaks as she stares up at him with eyes full of adoration.
"You're mine. I won't go under. I would never leave you alone. I don't deserve you, and you deserve better than me, but I'm your soldier. I'll always protect you because you're my amnesia. You make me forget them. And I swear to god, I'll kill anyone that tries to take you from me."
"I deserve you, and you deserve me. We're a package me and you. But if you try to leave me, you won't need them to put you to sleep, I'll put you to sleep so long that Steve won't hold the record anymore."
"Sounds like a deal doll," she leaned up and kissed him and he returned in kind. His stubble scratched at her cheeks as she pulled herself closer to him, the kiss going farther than either had planed. "We might want to get back to the bungalow if you want to continue," Amnesia says breathlessly when they pull away. He chuckles but places her on the ground next to his bike, he gets on and then she does the same, holding on tightly to his waist. They make it home in record time.
Voila, completed in record time!
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