If Bucky doesn't survive Doomsday...
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If Bucky doesn't survive Doomsday...
Β« Even blind people dream of paradise, but doesn't Matt Murdock prefer hell ? Β»
π£οΈ : What are you thinking about ?
- Nothing...
In my head :
π£οΈ I watch Daredevil for the plot
The plot :
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Β« I'm not a robber Β» part 3 :
Natasha sighs and grabs my forearm, as if her patience has vanished.
"Your name is Y/n, you grew up in the Red Room, with Yelena Belova and me. You're supposed to remember that you became a killing machine for the good of Hydra and the Red Room!"
My gaze can't help but shift from his to Bucky's (hoping that's his name), my heart keeps pounding in my chest as if I'm going to lose him along the way.
The young woman continues to look at me, perhaps hoping that I will say "yes, it's me," but I am instead paralyzed with fear.
"I don't know what you're talking about..." I finally said, pulling my arm away to gain some distance.
Bucky sighs in frustration and runs a hand over his face, probably trying to stay calm.
I don't understand the situation at all !
"What's the Red Room ?" I finally ask, thinking that maybe, with more details, I could try to understand...
They don't have time to answer me before a huge crash shakes the ground, and by reflex, I leave the living room and run down a corridor to arrive in a sort of laboratory filled with trinkets.
This place is fucking huge !
A man in his thirties stands behind a desk, grumbling about the small object in his hands. When he sees me, he blanchs as if I were a ghost.
""Hi," I try, a little embarrassed.
Bucky walks over quietly and stands to my left against the doorframe.
"She doesn't remember anything, Stark," he said, looking at him.
I let out a nervous chuckle. Stark? Like "Stark Industries" ?
He gets up from his chair and comes over to me.
"You really don't remember anything?"
I turn my head away, not understanding how I forgot so much of my life. Even though I didn't really understand what Natasha was explaining to me.
"Not even completely crazy ciborg ?"
I burst out laughing when I saw the comparison with Bucky, I felt that I would like this man, he seemed to have a sense of humor.
He smiles at me and invites me to sit behind the desk. I get the feeling he means well deep down.
"You're Tony Stark, right?"
He smiled at me.
"Exactly, I see you've already met Mr. Barnes and Natasha. I understand that this is probably very unsettling, but you're going to have to trust them."
"I could trust them if they were going to kidnap me!" I said, looking Bucky in the eyes, still thinking about how I ended up here against my will.
Tony grabs a small metal box and places it in front of me. I'm expecting a machine that might suck out my brain, but there's a small *tic* and the lid of the box opens.
A small dancer figurine emerges and spins around, making a soft sound. Why is he showing me a child's object ?
Seeing my lost look, he smiled.
"It's yours, Y/n. I kept it, hoping to see you again to give it back to you."
"There is a question I ask myself..."
He sits down opposite me and crosses his arms over his chest, ready to listen to me.
"If I really forgot such a big part of my life, why did the brute with the aluminum arm come looking for me only now ?"
Tony can't hold back a laugh unlike Bucky who glares at me.
"We're looking for a rather valuable item that seems to have disappeared. Wanda said you were the one who hid it before disappearing."
Surprise is written all over my face when I hear this, a precious object ? That I've hidden ?
"What was that ?"
Instead of answering me, he straightens up and turns to Natasha who has just arrived.
(I forgot to mention it but if sometimes you feel translation problems, please excuse me, I am French π₯Ή)
Β« I'm not a robber Β» part 2 :
I pull away from his arms, frowning. Do we know each other?
"Who are you?" I asked anyway, despite his cold gaze and his still imposing metal arm.
For the first time since we met, he seemed surprised. What? Did I say something wrong?
"Are you seriously asking me?"
"Look, I have no idea who you are or how you got into my house."
Instead of answering me, he takes a small sphere from his pocket and drops it on the floor. I step back, but my head feels heavy as if a persistent noise is pounding against my skull.
.....
A jolt brings me back to reality.
Damn! What day is it?!
The couch I'm sitting on is the most uncomfortable I've ever been on, and I'm sure I twisted my spine moving.
"Finally awake." Β»
Looking up, I see a woman's face, red hair, a delicate face, eyes as dark as night.
"Where am I?" I ask as I sit down, letting my gaze wander around the living room.
The man from earlier enters the room, his gaze quickly shifting from me to the other woman.
"See ? I told you! No fucking memories."
I reach out to wave at them, trying to remind them of my presence.
"Hey, I'm listening! Did you kidnap me ?!"
Instead of answering me, they continue their conversation.
"Natasha, it's like I never mattered to her, everything we've done is gone up in smoke !"
Taking advantage of their deliberate ignoring of me, I silently get up from the couch and head for the door to escape.
When my hand brushes the handle to turn it, something sharp sticks into the wooden frame near my head.
I turn around, hands in the air, and meet the gaze of my captors.
"I don't have anything of value on me, okay ? I won't tell anyone if you let me go."
Seeing they don't know what to say, I lower my arms and take a step toward the young woman.
"Natasha, is that it ? Can you tell me why I'm here ?" I ask, thinking that, out of female solidarity, she might answer me.
Instead, she lets out a long sigh.
"I apologize for Bucky's brutal methods, but you're not helping us at all."
"Help what?"
I see the disappointment on their faces. Am I supposed to remember a crazy woman and a half-crazy robot ?
Β« I'm not a robber Β» part 1 :
Tonight is just another day, still trying to survive in my job, despite the annoying customers and those with strange requests. Originally, this job was just a good way to make money, but I quickly realized that working in a bar was the shittiest thing in the world.
My shift finally over, I greet my colleague, grab my things, and leave through the back door. I never understood why my boss hired me, but I think it was simply for my looks. This bar is the kind of place all men devoid of intelligence love to go.
I hurry home to start preparing dinner and finally get to bed, but a crash catches my eye and forces me to turn around.
From a distance, I can see several men, each one taller than the last. From their malicious stares, I quickly realize that if I don't leave here, they'll come and accost me. Even though it wasn't very brave of me, I took to my heels, preferring to flee the situation rather than confront them.
Of course, it was a bad idea, and I quickly realized this when one of them started running to block my path. I've never liked the idea of ββa woman being much weaker than a man, and unfortunately, it's true.
He blocked my path and started holding his hands out in front of me. His clothes reeked of alcohol, and his behavior was frightening.
"Good evening, love, where are you going?"
I tried to get around him, pretending I hadn't heard him, but of course, it was too much to ask for peace and quiet on a street at night.
He didn't wait any longer and grabbed my arm to stop me from running away.
In that case, I probably should have screamed, struggled, tried to leave, but a new shadow caught my attention, much larger this time. A metal arm emerges from the shadows and grabs the one holding me back. I tell myself that someone has finally heard my prayers, but seeing the person in front of us, I wonder if I should be worried.
He's a tall, dark man with a dark face, and the only thing that catches my attention is his metal arm.
Seeing that the other people are as surprised as I am, I take advantage of this moment of confusion to run away, figuring he'd fight among himself and leave me alone.
When I get to my house, I pull out my keys and lock myself in as quickly as possible, as if I've been doing this my whole life.
My heart is pounding, and I think it's about to stop when I hear a knock on the door behind me.
Damn, it's 10 p.m. Will someone not leave me alone in here?
Instead of opening the door, I go up to my room, take off my shoes and jacket, but before I know what to do, I hear my window open and a loud thud on the floor.
I jump and back away when I see the man from the alley. Has he followed me? What kind of psychopath is he?
I raise my hands in front of me as if to protect myself.
"Look, if it's money you want, or even just to rob my house, do it, but please leave me aloneβ¦" I ask, completely fed up with it all.
His dark face breaks into a small smile.
"I'm not a robber."
I frown, unable to look away.
A slight urge to cry begins to rise in my eyes, and contrary to what I expected, he approaches me, his height towering over me, and simply takes me in his arms.
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