Bucky waited a couple of hours before he went to talk to Eva and Loki. He hated when any of them fought. Bucky knew he would have to get them both to understand, and he had to approach them differently. He didn't care. He just wanted his siblings back.
He started with his brother. Bucky was not surprised to find Loki in the library with his nose in a book. He also wasn't surprised that he just so happen to pick up The Art of War. Bucky had noticed that when it came to who was arguing with him, Loki chose specific types of books. When he and Bucky were fighting, Loki read science fiction books about hypnosis and mind control, as if trying to rub salt in the wounds while Bucky forced Loki to endure his presence. During fights with Eva, he would books on war, since Eva had lost both Steve and Bucky during WWII.
With a sigh, Bucky walked in and sat next to Loki. He took the book and his brother just glared at him.
"Talk to me, Lokes," Bucky said.
Loki stood up and paced, a look of devastation on his face as he replied, "Why would she do that, Buck? I feel so hurt and betrayed right now."
Bucky could understand that. Eva hadn't used a small incident to get Loki's powers to resurface. She had thrown him into their shared hell. Of course, it would feel like a betrayal and it would hurt him to have her do that.
Still, Bucky knew what Eva had intended and said, "You know she would never betray you. She wouldn't let anything happen to you."
Loki sat back down next to his brother, responding, "That doesn't change the hurt that I feel, Bucky. The image she used-"
"We tried to ease you into it, Lokes." The whole time they had been away, it was little things but nothing had worked, but this had. "She pushed you. It was the wrong tool, but the right method."
Loki thought about it. Bucky was right. There were other ways to get him to react in the same way. It was the push he needed to finally open up to his abilities again. But she had helped him find what gave him the strength needed to use them.
"I'll keep that in mind," he said. "Thank you, brother."
Bucky patted Loki's back and handed him his book, which he replaced on the shelf and took out a fantasy novel. Bucky smiled before heading down the hall to Eva's room, the one she used when she needed to be alone. Like Loki, Eva had certain things when they argued. While Bucky rode his bike to clear his head, Eva ran an obstacle course.
He let out another sigh, hearing the unmistakable sound of a knife being dodged into the wall. Yep, she was working on her knife skills. He opened the door, knowing she had a target on the far side of the room.
"What the hell were you thinking, sis?" Bucky immediately started in.
She went to retrieve her knife as she said, "That our brother needed motivation."
He stood watching her get back into place. "There's a right and wrong way to do things, Eva. You didn't have to push that hard. Do you know what he's feeling right now?"
She got into her stance. "I can sense his pain just as you can."
"Exactly. He's hurting."
She spared him a sideways glance. "But I helped him find his true power."
"He feels betrayed."
She had thrown the knife and it clattered to the floor, the handle hitting the wall by mistake in her shock. "What?"
He got in her face. "And he has every right to feel that."
She sat on the bed with her head down, the knife forgotten. "I never meant for him to feel that. I only wanted to help." She looked up, tears swimming in her eyes. "When he's up for it, I'll talk and apologize to him."
Bucky smiled. "That's the sister I know."
She pulled back. "Can you tell him that I'll wait until he's ready? I don't want to push him further and hurt him more."
"Sure thing."
He hugged her before leaving. He knew she would get her knife off of the floor, but she would lay on the bed and think about how she could have done things differently.
Once in the hall, away from both his siblings, he rubbed his face in his hands and let out an exasperated sigh.
Leaning against the wall, he said under his breath, "This is what I get for being the big brother."
He didn't expect to see anyone else, let alone have the whole team overhear what he said.
