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Chapter Four

"Why did you bring me here?" she asked, as they walked into the Stark building. "And please don't say it's because of its inconspicuousness."

That had him grinning. "That it isn't, sweetheart."

Just as they arrived at the bank of elevators, a group of three men stopped them.

"I'm here to see Steve Rogers," Bucky told the big man in the middle, his voice hard as he did so.

"He's no longer staying here," he informed them. "And we have no forwarding address."

Hermione looked around them as Bucky kept trying to find out where his friend could be at. It was in that moment that she knew that they were surrounded. She went over to the bench where a man who was rather conspicuous in his need to remain hidden was sitting and eating potato chips.

"You wouldn't know a good place to eat around here would you?" she asked him.

He lifted his head and murmured, "I might." His eyes flicked over to her. "Who are you?"

"What do you care?" she asked him, getting up again and went over to Bucky who was still arguing with the man. "Let's go. He doesn't have any answers and I have a feeling if we stay here any longer that they might try something silly like take us into custody."

"They haven't told me where Steve is yet," he muttered.

"If you want any answers, he'd be the man to ask," she said, pointing to the man sitting down on the bench. "Mr. Stark himself." Bucky turned to face him. "He dresses down well, but can't manage to go under the radar for anything."

Tony got to his feet and walked over to where they were. "Who are you?"

"None of your business," Bucky told him. "Where's Steve?"

"He left," he told him. "He got pissed off at me over a little something…"

"Oh yes, civil liberties are such pesky things, aren't they, Mr. Stark?" Hermione asked him so drily that it made Tony's usual sarcasm seem banal in comparison. She turned to Bucky, as she told him, "You see, Mr. Tony Stark is backing the Superhuman Registration Act that just passed here in the United States, which requires everyone living in the United States to register if they have superhuman abilities or assets. Steve Rogers is dead set against it and that is why he isn't here any longer." Turning to Bucky, she said, "I wish you would have told me why we were coming here. We could have avoided this."

"Let's go then," he said.

Tony raced out after them, yelling, "I'm going to find out who you are!"

She slipped onto the back of the motorcycle, putting on the helmet, and gave the multi-billionaire the two finger salute as they took off in a blast of speed. Happy raced out and was panting next to him, complaining that he shouldn't be running out like he had done.

"You know, under any different circumstance, I would actually like that woman," he said to his head of security.

"But now?" Happy asked, looking at his boss.

"Still turned on—it's the accent."

"Yeah, same here."

"But she's a puzzle and we need an answer to who she is," he replied and walked back into his building.

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It wasn't until after they ate that Hermione told him that there was a way to find Steve.

"Who would you know that could tell you where he is?" he asked her, as soon as she pulled out a SAT phone.

"There are three people that I could call, but I only have one phone number at the moment," she told him. "An answering machine? You do know what decade we're in, don't you?"

"Sweet cheeks!" he answered it. "What can I do for you?"

"I need Wolverine's phone number," she told him. "I lost his card and I'm giving serious thought to that job as a librarian."

"Really? You want to be set on fire that badly?"

"Just because it happened to the last librarian we know of doesn't mean it'll happen to me," she told him.

He snorted at this. "Right." He rattled off the number, ending with, "You so owe me more chimichangas."

"When don't I give you them?" she asked him with a smile. "I'll get a new bag of them to you as soon as I can."

"That's my Sweet Cheeks. See ya!" And he hung up on her.

"What are you giving to that man?" Bucky asked her tightly.

"Chimichangas," she answered him, even as she was dialing the number she was given.

"What?" came the growl from the other end of the line.

"Wolverine," she said, making Bucky stiffen next to her. "You wouldn't happen to know where Steve Rogers is at the moment, do you?"

"It's just your luck, hold on."

He handed off the phone to someone else, who answered with a brisk, "Rogers here."

"Please hold on," she said, handing the phone to Bucky. "Is that him?"

He took the phone from her and he said, "Steve?"

"Bucky?"

He nodded to Hermione as he said, "I don't know what the hell is going on, but we need your help."

"Okay," he said, sounding as if he were in deep thought. "Do you know where the school is?"

"H.Y.D.R.A. is on our tail," Bucky told him. "It might not be a wise idea to meet there."

"Right," he said. "Do you know where the X-Factor is located currently?"

"I do," Hermione said quietly.

"Yeah."

"Meet us there." And they both hung up.

He handed the SAT phone back over to her, watching her put it away as he asked her, "How is it that you know all these people?"

"Work for the most part," she told him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Ready to go?"

"Sure but…" And she apparited them away.

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They popped back into existence in the closet she had been occupying earlier that day. She opened the door, looking out into the hallway before going back over to Bucky.

"Come on," she said, trying to pull him from the closet only to be pulled back.

"What did you just do to get us here?" he asked her.

"I apparited us here," she told him.

"And that is?"

"A form of magical travel," she replied. "I'm a witch."

He studied her a moment. "Like the Scarlet Witch?"

"No, I'm not like her, as I've been trained," she answered. "There's more to it than that, but suffice it to say we aren't alike."

"Are you saner than she is?"

"One can hope," she answered dryly. "If we keep dragging our feet, we're going to miss the meeting."

He leaned closer to her and murmured, "We are going to be talking about this."

"Okay, just as soon as you tell me how is it that you know H.Y.D.R.A. when you see them and how you were able to avoid them."

His lips went thin at those words.

"We all deserve to have our secrets," she said, going over to the door. Opening it up, she passed by Domino who was looking ready to kick the door in. "Hi, Domino. We're here for a meeting with Captain America. Is he here yet?"

"Uh, no, not yet," she answered, lowering her weapon. "How did you get in here?"

"The same way I did last time," Hermione told her and left it at that, as she breezed right past her.

Ten minutes later Wolverine and Captain America arrived via the Blackbird. Bucky went to greet Steve, while Hermione went over to say hello to Wolverine. The two were still chatting when they looked over to them.

"Who is she?" Steve asked him.

"I thought I knew," he answered, even as he watched her handing over a bag to Wolverine. "Now, I'm not sure at all."

"He'll know what this is. Tell him it is the kind that refills and to try not to burn it for a day and a half this time. It's not like I have these things lying around my house."

"Sure, but you know he'll more than likely just do it 'cuz he thinks it is fun?"

"Yeah, he's just a tad bit predictable in that," she murmured, looking over to Steve Rogers. "Captain." She looked over to Bucky. "Could you introduce us please?"

"Steve, this is Hermione Granger." He turned to Hermione. "Sweetheart, this is Steve Rogers, my best friend."

Smiling she went over and shook his hand. "Lovely to make your acquaintance, sir." Just then Cable walked into the room. "Did you receive those transcripts I sent you via email?"

"That I did," he answered. "Thanks."

Turning back to Captain America. "I don't know if you're aware of this or not, but there are currently talks going on over at the U.N. about making the Superhuman Registration Act international."

Steve cursed, before asking, "S.H.I.E.L.D. is backing it, aren't they?"

"Yes, but we both know that organization is a puppet of H.Y.D.R.A. at the moment," she replied. "But more importantly the people going to see as well as participate in the negotiations know it, which means that they haven't been going in their favor at all. They're now attempting to grab at straws and they think I am one of them as they saw me speaking to Dr. Strange at the U.N."

TBC…

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