Chapter 5
By: MysticFantasy
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Steve looked around the room with careful eyes. Taking in the style and how everything was placed.
Everything was in perfect order, almost set to military standards. He figured that it must have been because he'd been told he was a captain in the army. It would only make sense that it would reflect in his living conditions.
No sign of clutter to be seen, bed perfectly made, everything was clean.
Sitting on the bed, Steve spotted a black book on the side table. He reached over and picked it up. There was no title but his name was written on the bottom. Opening the cover, he quickly discovered that it was a sketchbook.
The first drawing was amazing and almost looked like a photo. A beautiful woman looked up at him. Her military uniform looked like it was from a different time as did the style of her dark curled hair.
There was a name written at the top of the page.
Peggy Carter.
I wonder who she is. She's very beautiful. Steve thought before turning to the next page.
He lightly chuckled at the drawing of a man who very much resembled Tony. The man in the drawing was younger than Tony and his sense of dressing was also very different. He was dressed in a suit standing on a stage with an odd looking car behind him.
Another name was located at the top of the page. Howard Stark.
There's no way this could be Tony's father. That would be impossible. It would make me old. I'm younger than Tony so there's no way that I could have known his father. Steve thought with a thoughtful look on his face.
He would have to ask Tony about this later.
Turning the page again, Steve found a group picture. It was of five men dressed in what looked to he military clothing. They were standing in what looked to the the woods. The first thing that Steve noticed was that the clothes looked like they were from a different time.
This is weird. Why would I draw these people in such clothes? The detail...I must have seen them personally to draw these clothes like this. But there's no way that's possible.
"Captain Rogers, Master Barton is asking for your precense in the living area."
Steve looked around the room. He still wasn't totally convinced about Jarvis being a voice out of nowhere that answered people's questions and informed them of things that were going on.
"Uh, thanks." he said.
Before he decided to leave, Steve turned one more page in the book and smiled at a drawing of a young dark haired man in a uniform.
There was no full name on the page. Just what Steve assumed was a nickname.
Bucky.
"You're a punk."
Steve blinked upon those words. Where had he heard them? Were they from the man in this drawing?
He shook his head. He shut the book, put it where he'd found it and quietly left his room.
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Steve walked into the large living room and absorbed everything in sight. A large flat screen tv mounted on a wall, three large black leather sofa's, a mini bar against the back wall with bar stools, two bookshelves filled completely with movies and a fire place against the last wall with two armchairs and a sofa around it.
"Hey Steve."
The soldier looked over to the bar to see Clint standing behind it. He lightly smiled and walked over.
"We got home just in time. I get to explain to you about game night." Clint said making a drink. "Want one?"
"Sure." Steve answered. "So game night? Is that what we do often?"
"We try to every Thursday night." Clint answered grabbing a second glass, placing a few ice cubes in it and pouring burbon in it. "Half of the time we're able to have all of us here. Either way it's pretty hilarious. Especially when Tony is loosing."
"He doesn't seem like the kind to take loosing easily." Steve said taking the drink.
"Oh, he's not and you'll find out tonight." Clint said with a gleeful smirk.
"Well, here's to a humerous night." Steve said.
"Amen to that." Clint agreed with a grin as they clicked their glasses and drank their burbon.
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"Twister!" Tony declared holding a box over his head as he walked over to the spacious area of the living room with Bruce, Natasha and Thor behind him.
"What's Twister?" Steve asked still sitting on the bar stool.
"Tony's game of choice. Says it makes him feel younger." Clint answered with a smirk on his face.
"Hey. Watch it bird brain. I lasted longer than you did the last time we played."
"Because Thor stepped on my hand."
"Again, I apologize." Thor said.
"I forgive you Thor." Clint said. "Just watch your footwork."
"So how does this game work?" Steve asked.
"It's pretty simple." Tony said. "We spin this needle and whatever color and body part it lands on the person will have to place their part on that color. Really this games tests your balance and flexibility."
"Sounds complicated." Steve said looking at the mat with rows of colors.
"Easier than it sounds." Bruce said.
"So let's get the pro's to start us off then." Tony said. "Clint. Nat. Steve. You're up."
"Pro? Me?" Steve questioned as Clint guided him to the mat where they removed their shoes.
"Yep. A lot of the time it's you and Natasha who try to out do each other." Clint said standing next to the mat.
"Ok. Let's get started." Tony said spinning the needle. "Steve, right hand red."
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"For the love of a higher force, end the game already!" Clint whined as he felt his back start to quiver. He was at the top of the jumbled pile and somehow got stuck into a back bend. Keeping the form while staying above Steve and Natasha wasn't the easiest thing he'd ever attempted.
"Just fall down." Natasha said.
"I think I'm stuck."
"I'll help you." Tony said a little too eagerly as he walked over and pushed Clint to the side. The archer groaned as he slowly stood and stretched his back.
"Thanks." he muttered rolling his shoulders.
"Any time." Tony said as Bruce took over calling out the next moves for the two remaining players.
"Alright Natasha, right foot red."
Somehow Natasha managed to easily place her foot on the large red spot.
"Steve, left hand green."
Craning his neck, Steve reached over and placed his hand on the green circle. He found the game to not be as difficult as the others indicated.
"Looks like it's gonna be another showdown." Clint said right before the phone rang.
"Let me know what happens." Tony said heading over to the kitchen phone and answering the call. "Stark here."
"Where's Rogers?"
Tony looked over to where the game was still taking place.
"He's a little tied up at the moment and hello to you too." he answered and smirked when he saw Steve barely catch himself from falling.
"How's he settling in?" Fury asked ignoring Tony's remark.
"He's getting there. Getting use to Jarvis mostly. Other than that, he's doing fine." Tony answered.
"Good. Now to the reason I've called. We think that Rogers may have discovered something during his raid on the Hydra hideout. There's been a large movement of trucks from that area. They're all heading north but we're keeping a close eye on them. Whatever it is that they're planning, we think that Steve knows what is it."
"Think we should try to jog his memories?" Tony asked.
"Not yet. We'll wait a while longer. With any luck he'll remember what the Hydra plans are. Just keep an eye on him and make sure that nothing sets him back."
"Can do." Tony said before ending the call. He looked over to Steve who looked to be struggling to move his left leg to the color Bruce had called out.
What could he have found out? he asked himself before putting on a casual apperance and returning to the group