Arabella
He left me standing in the middle of the living room. Lump in my throat, heart hurting in my chest. I knew he'd have to remember me eventually, but not like that. I would've died my hair back earlier if I knew it'd have this effect. I didn't know that he would react like that, so angry with me, us.
'He has the right to be, you kept something big from him.' A voice in the back of my head tells me.
'It was only for his good! Just like S.H.I.E.L.D. did with me.'
'Sure, but you weren't really okay with it. You just pretended to be.'
I knew telling myself he'd understand was just a lie to make me feel better about it. Maybe it really wasn't for him, maybe it was for me. I was the one scared of what would happen; I told myself it would be bad if I gave him a reason to really remember me. I created that lie to protect me, not him.
'This is a mess.'
I groaned loudly, throwing my body on the sofa. I stare at the white ceiling above me, feeling a gut wrenching feeling of dejection. I needed to be in a place that felt safe and kept me away from the world.
I swiftly drew away from the couch and hurried to my room. My safe haven. Locking the door as usual, I curled onto the bed. There would be no sleep for me, only guilt and sadness. How ironic; I was trying to save Bucky from that emotion, yet here I am the guilt a prominent feeling for me instead.
'Better me then him.'
That's probably the only good thing about this whole situation. It didn't make me feel any better, or relieve any guilt. I tried not to cry, I'd been doing that so much lately, yet I couldn't help it. It's my fault for my tears, I killed those people, and I withheld information from Bucky. I did this to myself.
A new feeling overcame me, I needed a release; I felt antsy. I hadn't sparred in so long, maybe punching someone will help me. I knew the perfect place to go and find people to do that to.
I looked up at the regular looking building, I hadn't been here since I first woke up. I was positive they'd let me walk right in, considering who I am. Sure enough as I walked passed security they didn't try to stop me. I found director Fury's office fast, busting in there without knocking. He sat in a desk looking through paper work.
"Give me agents to spar with." With his one eye he looked at me unimpressed.
"You come in here, demanding I give you my agents for your personal reasons? No I don't think so." Feeling exasperated I took a seat that was in front of his desk.
"Hear me out, I'm a super solider sometimes I need to practice my skills to get some rage out, your agents need practice. Who better to practice on then a person who is harder to hurt and heals fast?" Fury seemed to be considering it. He gives me a strict face then answers me.
"Fine, but if you hurt any of them too bad you can forget about doing this ever again."
"Got it." He picked up his office phone, making a call. Moments later an agent walked in.
"Agent Hill, this is Arabella. You know her story. I need you to find our skilled agents that need practice, take them to the workout area. They're all going to fight Arabella." He finished, dismissing us with his hand. We went into the hall, Agent Hill shut the door facing me.
"Follow me this way to the practice area, you can wait in there until I come back with the other agents." She started to walk further into the building, making a right at the end of the hall. She opened the fourth door on the left and motioned for me to go inside. I followed her instructions examining the room as I did. It was large and spacious; only having mats on the floor, wall to wall.
I hear a group of footsteps behind me. I move to see a bunch of agents in the room.
"You're fast Agent Hill."
"It's my job. Good luck with your fights." She answered back, taking her leave. I gaze around the room, checking out my opponents. There were two men and one woman. The men were large and had a good amount of muscle, it was obvious they had previous training. The women were smaller, but a look of determination their faces proved they weren't to be messed with. Deciding I waited long enough, I pointed at one of the men.
"You, let's get started." He took a stance in the middle of the room.
It started off as a slow dance, both of us watching, waiting, for the moment to strike. He pushed himself forward, throwing his right fist to hit my face, I side stepped him; grabbing his wrist tightly. I brought his arm around to his back, pushing him away from me with the front of my shoulder.
He quickly turns back to me, I fling an upward punch to his face. He stumbles slightly, recovering fast he throws his leg straight out. I fall on my back. Jumping right up I hit him right in the chest with my arm. I wrap my fore arm around his neck, using all of my weight to flip him over. I stand above him, my heel digging into his neck.
I look up to the other two agents in the room.
"Who's next?"
I fought all of them repeatedly, I had to give it to them they were sure determined. The only one that had actually come close to getting me down was Agent Moore. She was quick and agile, the only thing she needed to work on was making sure her enemy was truly down.
I was fighting with Agent Taylor a third time, he was the other man in the room. The first was Agent Knight, he took his lose pretty well. Agent Taylor had a good strategy, and I enjoyed his attempts to predict what I was going to do.
We didn't know how long we were all in here, no one was keeping track of the time. This was a great way to release rage, when I was with Hydra there was no room for sparring, only training. Even that was a fight to the death, if you didn't kill the other person in your fight, they'd kill you. Needless to say I won all of my fights.
Just as I pinned Taylor down, I hear someone say
"That's some serious fighting there Kid." I snap my head to Tony, who was standing in the door way. I stood up.
"I'm not a kid, and is there a reason your here, aren't you supposed to be working on a project?"
"I was working on a project, then I get a call from Fury, telling me that a certain charge of mine had been here for, oh, all night."
"We've been here all night?"
"Sure have! But, that ends now. Say goodbye to everyone and let's hit the road." He clapped his hands together. I looked at all the Agents, they looked worn out. I nodded to them and headed out with Tony.
"Come back another time Arabella, this was fun!" Agent knight called, I turn to see all of them nodding in agreement.
"Will do."
Tony brought his car to the S.H.I. . Office, I hopped in the passenger seat waiting for Tony to start the car. He sits in the driver seat, peering at me from under his sunglasses.
"What's happened?"
"Nothing Tony."
"Really that's why you spent a whole night fighting with S.H.I.E.L.D agents and not at home?" He replied sarcastically.
I curtly respond "He found out."
"Who and what?"
"Ugh, Bucky! He finally remembered me."
"Is it because of the hair?" he asks, pointing his finger all over my head.
"Yep, he saw it and all of the sudden he remembers that we're married."
"Whoa hold on, you married Bucky?!" He practically yelled at me.
"Yeah I forgot that you didn't know that, anyway he stormed out once it came back to him. He's mad that I hid it from him all this time." I sighed, pulling the ends of my hair.
"It'll be okay Arabella, he'll come back and forgive. I mean as stuck as he is to you, I'm sure he still loves you."
"Hopefully."
Tony grins at me. "So I guess I should have JARVIS call you Mrs. Barnes."
"You wouldn't dare; it's too soon for that." I reply to him wide eyed.
"Heheh well see about that." Tony turns on the car and puts it in drive, taking us away from the S.H.I.E.L.D. building.