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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
FINALLY A NEW CHAPTER it took me so long and im sorry bUT OKAY HERE IT IS
“Don’t you want some sleep?” I asked. Steve looked up and shook his head.
“Like you said, I’ve slept for 70 years. I can miss some,” he answered. A soft sigh left my lips. I sat down in the chair and turned it to face Steve.
“Quit being the salty ass bitch, please. I am trying to care for you, so Bucky doesn’t have to act like our fucking babysitter,” I sighed. Steve looked at me for a few seconds, before shrugging. There was something on Steve’s mind as well. Something made him unable to rest.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. There was a difference between disliking someone and not caring about a person. Even though I did not believe in what Steve stood for and what he did, he did do some good. And he deserved to be happy. It took Steve a few seconds to finally speak.
“How can I possibly rest when I’m fighting my own friends. I know this is easy for you. You don’t really care about the other side of the story. The ‘bad guys’ are our friends. Wanda’s friends, Clint’s friends. We love them and the government has pulled us apart. I love Bucky, and I would do this all over gain in a heartbeat. But the fact that I’m probably hurting the others with it…it pulls on me,”. Steve had tightened his grip around the control wheel. He was suffering, like everybody on this plane. At this moment, the only person who felt the best was probably me. My life already had been a bitch, and this action I got…I felt good. It felt like back home, as if I had a small family again.
“I dislike the crap out of you, just so you keep that in mind. But stop beating yourself up. Steve, they choose the side of the government. They did this to themselves. Just like you, you choose this. If they are your friends they still love you, even though they don’t support your choice. You are a dick, but right now you are doing a good thing,”. Steve kept looking at me for a few seconds with a faint smile around his lips.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 11 (so many wow) is up!
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“Do you honestly believe that I’m happy with how that went? You think I signed up to be a poster boy for the army? To be send all over the country, to act a little play? Do you think I still want to be that poster boy? Because if I wanted that, I would not be here. I would have signed that stupid accord and would be hunting Bucky down. I did all of that to be able to fight back against the bullies. They used me and I let them, until they go too far. I will never do anything I do not stand behind. I’m sorry that I touched you, I should not have done that. But this whole act you are giving us is worthless,”. Steve’s blue eyes pierced through mine. Everybody felt the tension, as the whole group fell silence. Steve clenched his jaw and took a step back.
“Could both of you stop? Stop acting like roosters. You know, you are both so similar. And the worst of all is that both off you are stubborn as hell. I already had a hard time taming down that little guy but now I have two idiots fighting over nothing. Accept each other. I love both of you and I’m not losing one because the other is childish,” Bucky interfered. I felt how he grabbed for my hand, so he could pull me towards him. My eyes were still locked with Steve’s. I didn’t want to understand Steve. What he said made sense, but my mind rejected every word that came out of his mouth. It took me a few seconds to calm down.
“We both want to protect Bucky, let’s just do that and ignore each other,” I said. A part of me wanted to pull my gun and simply get rid of the problem by shooting Steve through that blue eye of his… but another part of me wanted to love what Bucky loved. I didn’t want to lose him over Steve. I was willing to live with Steve if I was able to be with Bucky.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter threeee, with a guest i think a lot of you will like!
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“Stay in this room, don’t try anything. You might be powerful, but there are more powerful people here. I will put a guard by your door for you if you need anything,” Steve said. He had opened a white door, that let me in a small bedroom. There was a simple bed with a nightstand next to it. The room had a small desk with some books on it and that was it.
“Is that guard for my safety or for yours?” I asked. Steve ignored me. He unlocked the shackles and stepped back.
“The bathroom is through that door there. We will be back to you soon. We will lock this door,” he said in a stern voice. I massaged the skin of my left wrist with my right hand. Steve walked back towards the door, where he stood still.
“You honestly don’t seem like a bad kid, you just had bad people around you. We want to help you, Wanda wants to help you,” he said in a more calming voice. Steve stepped out the room and a guard closed it behind him. I didn’t try to escape. There was nowhere for me to go and I believed the fact that there were more powerful mutants here. Thereby, I began to be curious about this whole place. I sat down on the bed, to allow myself some rest. They left me alone for what felt like hours. Even the guard outside the door had to be switched, because he got tired. It was Wanda who opened the door. She held a tray with some pasta on it and a glass of water. The blue guy walked behind her and closed the door.
“Here, I have some dinner for you. You must be starving,” She smiled. Wanda placed the tray on my bed, which allowed my nose to smell the food. I only now realized how hungry I was.
