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Enjoy chapter 18!

The plane ride was very short, as it was only from DC to New York. I was very excited to go back to New York, as maybe we could go around and try to find our old neighbourhoods. It was worth a shot.

Steve was speaking softly to Bucky, the only response to show that Bucky could hear Steve was an occasional nod here and there. Steve was waving his arms around, doing actions with his hands, and because I knew that's what the old Bucky did a lot of times, I could tell Steve was trying to trigger memories. Smart move.

I had begun to dig myself into the leather cushioning of the seat a bit further, trying to somehow distract myself from listening in to their conversation (hey, I may be a spy, but at least I'm a polite one!) that they were having.

Suddenly, a professionally dressed flight attendant arrived in our space, smiling as she stroked back a wisp of hair from her tidy bun.

"Excuse me," her high-pitched voice rang out. Bucky and Steve both glanced up, and I just leaned back, beckoning for her to go on.

"Pilot said we'd be landing in ten minutes. Secure your seat-belts, please. Thank you."

Then, she strutted away, the clicking of her heels still audible as she left the area. I patiently listened out to when they would stop clicking. Eventually, they did, of course.

With that, I sat up, fastening my seatbelt like that lady told me to do. I shuffled out to a window, amazedly marvelling at the beautiful sight of New York City in the evening.

There were lights everywhere. Small ones, big ones, scattered ones, just... lights wherever I'd look. Buildings were lit up like Christmas trees and ads were lit up, their images sending bright lights across the city. I could feel the electricity in the air, and tried to look out whether I'd spot people. Too bad I never did.

I let out a breath I didn't even come to realise I was holding, blinking a few times.

Real. This is real.

I kept gazing out, not even bothering to acknowledge that not just Steve, but also Bucky, were now near me, also looking at the spectacular view.

"That's New York," I heard Steve say. I knew he'd been here before, considering Captain America had been there to fight off the aliens. Little did he know that I was saving people's lives in New York back then as well. Then, I'd escaped to DC, hoping that nothing bad would strike there.

As you can already tell, I turned out to be wrong.

I began to feel the place descend, and I began looking forward to where it all started.

My home city.

When we finally did land, we all trudged out of the door, seeing a luxurious, black car stand a few metres away from the plane.

"Welcome to New York," the pilot said kindly, gesturing towards the car.

I nodded numbly, picking up my duffel. Then, I kept walking, quietly opening the car door. I don't think the driver saw me coming because when I said "Hello" he'd flinched so hard I thought he'd burst the car door open and run away. I kept my gaze fixed to the ground, not wanting to scare the driver any more.

Steve and Bucky shuffled in as well, and for some reason, I felt awkward as Bucky sat next to me. If it were back in the 1930s, we'd be laughing lightly and jesting around, completely ignoring the streets or bypassing cars. But now, it felt tense and I had a feeling if I could read Bucky's mind, I would find that he would be counting down the seconds before he can jump out and not sit next to me.

The car took several twists and turns, and I made sure I pressed myself into the car door enough that Bucky didn't even have to know I was there. Also, I was pressing my face against the window, my powerful blue eyes taking in everything I saw.

Yeah, I'd seen this place before. But at night, it was just so... breathtaking. Stunning. Nothing like the good ol' 1930s.

Soon, we pulled up near Stark Tower. During the day, it looked like any other business building. But just like everything else here, at night it look fabulous. Man, I am running out of fun words to call this sight!

We pulled up into the garage, and the second the engine stopped, I swung my car door open, getting away from the car. I felt compressed in cars, and the matter of fact that Bucky sat next to me didn't help anything.

The driver threw the boot open, revealing our bags. I grabbed mine, making sure my expression was , I glanced back, checking whether Steve and Bucky were keeping up.

We all piled into the elevator, some weird voice ringing out.

"Good evening, Mister Rogers. I see you have company for Mister Stark?"

"Uh, yeah," Steve replied carefully. "Can you let Tony know we're coming up?"

"Already done, sir."

"Thank you."

The elevator was silent as it whizzed up towards the top floor. I tried to take up as little space as possible, for some reason developing very stupid habits of being afraid of touching someone else.

In all of a sudden, the elevator made a small ding and opened to reveal... uh, reveal... the most stunning open space ever.

I was not lying. Everything was open space, set out widely and modernly. There was a bar, full of several drinks and glasses. Many screens of holograms were around and there was a small, yet stunning small space with a few seats and a coffee table.

To say it in short, this guy clearly has more money than I thought.

"Mr Stark will be there shortly," JARVIS' (the name which I have learned from Steve) voice spoke throughout the room.

Indeed, JARVIS (I'm gonna have to get used to that name) was right, as a random door slid open to reveal the Tony Stark casually striding out of it, having a small, funky phone in his hand. The blue light of his arc reactor visible through his shirt reminded me of my eyes. As if it were my second nature, I cast my eyes down.

"Hey, Capsicle," Tony's casual, snarky voice rang out to Steve. I could see said person clench and unclench his fists quickly. A few minutes in, and he's already annoyed?!

"Hey, Tony. Thanks for letting us stay," Steve said, face hardening somewhat.

Then, Stark pointed to us. "Those your funky senior friends?"

I almost lashed out. How dare he?!

Steve nodded, noticing my urge to hit Stark across the face with a vibranium pipe. "That's Charlotte and that's Bucky."

Tony bobbed his head, beginning to strut closer to us. He stopped in front of me.

I kept my eyes downcast.

"Aw, you're killing me," he broke the silence. "Why look down? Come on, let me get a good look at you."

For some reason, I complied. Slowly, but reluctantly, I lifted my eyes and face, my hard stare now boring into his chocolate orbs.

I knew my eyes scared the shit out of him. I could see it in his face, yet he shook it off.

"Oh, pretty eyes," he commented, a cocky smirk setting on his face. "You know, a lot of guys dig blue eyes."

My eyes narrowed slightly, but I couldn't help myself but to smirk in return.

"Good to know," my cold voice replied, my smirk fading away as fast as it came.

Tony walked on, going over to stare at Bucky.

"Oooh, metal arm," Tony now made googly eyes like a little girl. I thought it was hilarious, unlike Steve and Bucky, with both their faces not amused alike.

"Okay, you guys can stay."

"Uh, Tony... there's something I gotta tell you."

Something clicked in my brain. HYDRA had been talking about it when it happened. That's how all these other Winter Soldiers appeared.

Something clicked because the Winter Soldier killed Howard and Maria Stark, who just happen to be Tony Stark's parents.

I immediately gave a warning look to Steve, shaking my head ferociously.

Don't do it.

Aaaaand... he did it anyway.

I watched him walk up to Tony and whisper it into his ear. Don't know why he couldn't say it out loud, but whatever. I already knew what Tony's reaction might include.

And I was right.

The second Steve moved from Tony's ear, Tony backhanded Steve, sending him staggering. His usual arrogant smile had been replaced with raw pain and rage. Things were gonna get ugly.

Tony threw his hand out, seeming to activate something. Then, he lunged himself at Bucky, who'd already reacted to Steve falling back.

It was ugly.

As I said, Tony summoned something. Unfortunately, I did not expect it to be a bloody Iron Man suit that flew past my head. It flew straight to Tony, securing itself on his body. As his faceplate covered his angry contortion of a face, I heard a robotic yell.

"You killed my MOM!"

Then, Tony fired a repulsor at Bucky's chest, sending Bucky flying. Why is everyone except for me flying?!

I immediately reacted, running towards Bucky to see if he was okay. Steve had begun trying to pin Tony, nodding for me to go ahead.

I skidded on my knees, checking Bucky's pulse. He was aggravated too now, but I thanked my lucky stars.

He's alive.

I pulled him to his feet, unexpectedly actually getting him to accept my offer. When I had fished him up, I felt a strange force in my back.

It was sudden.

I could hear Steve shouting "Charlotte!" again. Everything went slow motion again. I remember flying across the room, before realising I had to act fast, or else I'd land uncomfortably.

In a flash, I flipped over, landing sturdily on my converse. I span to dodge another oncoming blast.

"Did you help him kill them?!" I heard Stark demand.

I shook my head.

"Then stay outta my way."

He turned to fire another blast at Bucky, to see Steve was quickly dragging him down the hallway.

"Tony, please. Give him a chance."

Steve's eyes were pleading with the suit.

After deafening silence consumed us, Stark lowered him arm.

"One more damn chance. That's it. Take him to his room."

Steve sent Bucky off, to turn to Tony.

"I'm gonna make him leave tomorrow."

"Tony, HYDRA had control of his mind. You can't blame him-"

"HYDRA, HYDRA, HYDRA," Tony drawled, making the name sound like a curse. "Everything is about HYDRA doing bad, isn't it?! Come on, Rogers! I bet those guys aren't even that bad!"

Those words stung me. Steve seemed to notice too, because he was glancing at me in shock now.

Tony turned.

"Oh, so you were HYDRA too? Did they do 'bad things' to you?!" Tony mocked me, obviously not noticing how high-strung I was right now.

I tried to take calming breaths, my chest heaving.

"Tony, Bucky didn't do anything wrong," I began slowly, my voice carefully raising at every word. "And you don't know anything about what HYDRA does."

"I bet they're not even that bad."

His mock made me lose it. I uncoated my bad arm from its skin colour, revealing all silver.

"They cut off my fucking arm!" I screeched.

It took not just Tony, but Steve, whom I already told the story, aback. Tony even flinched!

"Don't you see?! They cut off my right forearm for what, conveniences! There was nothing wrong with it!" Tears began streaming down my cheeks.

"They were the ones that made my eyes look so artificial, they were the ones that made me a monster and made me live with my horrors!" My throat was raw now. "And yeah, Bucky did it, but he didn't have a fucking choice! You can't blame him!"

Tony was staring at my arm now, which was fading back to its usual skin colour coating.

"One chance," Tony murmured. "One chance, all of you."

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