The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 33: Cookies in a vent...

"Your what?" Tony asks, extremely confused.
"Her father, Tony." Steve says.
"Yeah, sorry, it's kind of hard to hear her when she's speaking so quietly." Tony retorts.
"Well, sorry, it's probably hard for her to talk considering she just got beat up."
Nat and Bruce walk in, now that Bruce was clearly not stressed out as much.
"What's going on?" Bruce asks, before turning to me.
His eyes widen.
"What happened to you?" He asks.
"Someone broke in." Clint answers.
Thor begins to chuckle, sarcastically.
"What is it?" Steve asks.
"Are none of you going to wonder how my brother managed to know about this?" Thor asks.
"He clearly escaped, dipshit." Tony says.
"Well, I want to know how." Thor tells Tony.
"You think I know?!" Tony says.
"Guys!" Nat shouts.
Everybody turns to her.
"Would you stop arguing and help her already?" She asks, referring to me.
Everybody turns back to me.
Bucky still sat near me.
He looks through his pockets, looking for something. He pulls out a tissue that he happens to have kept in his pocket, and starts dabbing the blood off my face.
I flinched as he did so, since it stung.
"How's your father alive?" Bucky asks.
I'd have to explain it all, since he couldn't remember.
"Buck. My dad's the reason why I'm like this." I whimpered.
His eyebrows slant, and he's clearly confused.
"What?" He asks.
"I'll just tell you later." I mutter, leaning my head on the wall.
"Yeah, yeah. Um, sure." He says, still dabbing the blood off my face.
"Can somebody explain what the hell is going on, actually?" Tony asks.
God, Tony.
Read the room.
"What are you deaf, Tony? She kind of just did." Steve says.
"Well not really!" Tony says back to Steve.
Nat rolls her eyes.
"That was her dad. Who also happens to be .....the reason why she's ...like this?" Steve explains, a bit confused.
"How would he even be alive? Correct me if I'm wrong, but we're talking that man was born some time in the 1900's?" Thor says.
"Wouldn't be the strangest thing." Steve mutters.
I'd almost forgotten he was born in a whole different decade, much different.
Decades away.
Like me.
"H- he froze himself." I manage to answer.
"Just like-.." Bucky begins.
"Yes. Just like me and you." I whisper.
He still looked confused.
He had no idea who he was, or what he did.
I didn't blame him.
I could've forgotten. But I always remembered some things.
Sure, I didn't remember much from my past.
I'd only get pieces that come to me in dreams.
I'd explain later.
Everybody just stared at me like I was crazy.
Might be.
"Get some rest." Steve finally says, "You sure look like you need it." He smiles.
Thanks dude.
"Yeah, uh- just don't get blood on the sheet." Tony says, before leaving.
Yeah, I'll just ask the blood to stop running.
Everybody leaves, but Bucky and Thor stay back.
"Did you have any idea?" Thor asks me.
"About what...?" I ask.
"Loki."
"What about him?"
"You don't know?"
"Considering I was busy getting beat up by my own father, no I don't think I do know."
"Oh, well. I suppose he saved you." He says, confused.
"Isn't he on Asgard?"
"He's supposed to be, he must've escaped. He appeared, as an illusion, and basically... gave away that somebody else was here. For you." He says.
"Nice." I whisper.
"If you see him, tell him I thank him." I say.
Thor smiles a bit, but I could see a bit of sadness in his eyes.
I try reading him.
I probably won't be seeing him for quite a while.
I manage to get that from his mind.
"Of course." He says, leaving.
I watch as Bucky throws the tissue in the garbage near him.
I didn't feel like getting up.
My face and my chest hurt terribly.
"You think you could get up?" Bucky asks.
"Bucky I was kicked in the chest. Hard." I chuckle a bit.
He smiles and comes over to me.
He picks me up, somehow, and places me on the bed.
He sits down next to where I lay.
"You still trying for that good dream?" He asks.
I shake my head, no.
I wouldn't be able to sleep.
Not after this.
"You want someone to stay with you?" He wonders.
I nod.
I needed somebody to stay with me.
Otherwise, I'd be overwhelmed and freaked out the entire night, worrying he might come back.
"Well," he clears his throat, "Since everybody else left, I guess I could stay with you."
"You don't have to." I mumble.
"But you need me to." He says.
I turn my head on the bed, looking out the window.
"Bucky?" I ask.
He turns his head my way, "Hm?"
"Are they really going to help me?"
"Well, they helped me." He smiles a bit.
I nod as I now lay on my back, facing the ceiling.
I was so exhausted, but I didn't want to sleep.
Then I realized something.
I was still wearing a freaking dress.
"I need you to get out for a minute." I tell Bucky.
He gives me a confused look, but then realizes I was in a dress.
He stands up, and leaves the room. I just assume he's waiting outside the door.
I slowly stand up as much as I can, leaning against anything I could do I could stay standing up.
I reach for the closet and find a t-shirt and sweatpants.
That'll have to do.

I lay back down on my bed, now that I've gotten changed.
"You could come in." I say.
The door slowly opens, and Bucky walks in.
He sits down on the bed next to me as I lay down.
"So, who was that?" He asks.
"My dad." I answer.
"Right, and he.. froze himself?"
I nod.
"But what did he do?" He asks, trying to remember anything about him.
"He brought me here, Buck. He caused me to be at the point I am at now." I answer.
"How so?" He asks.
I could tell it was hard for him to understand what was going on. I mean, he couldn't remember a lot of things. And considering my dad wasn't one of the major factors to his life, he wouldn't remember.
"You remember how we met?" I ask.
"I think so. Maybe. I think the memory is real." He answers.
"My dad brought me there. To be tested on."
His eyebrows slant and he looks more confused.
"Why would he do that?" He asks.
I shrug. I didn't know why he had done it. If he gave me a reason, I couldn't remember.
"I don't understand why." I answer.
All these years, I'd never questioned many things when it came to Hydra.
I don't think I even asked about why my dad did this.
"What happened before... you know, he took you?"  Bucky asks.
I sigh.
This one came to me one day. I just remembered it all of a sudden.
"He.. um. I think he," I take a deep breath, "I think he killed my mom and my brother."
I couldn't tell if it was true.
But it had to be. The mind doesn't just make up memories like that.
"You think?" Bucky asks.
"I really can't tell if I know or not, Buck."
"I know," he pauses, "But does it feel like it's real?"
I sigh and take a deep breath.
"Yes. Yes it does." I answer.
"How did you remember?" He asks.
"I don't know. I think I dreamt about it, and then I kept having repeating flashbacks of it."
He nods.
"Do you, um," He stops for a moment, "Do you remember how you found out?"
I continue to stare at the ceiling. I did remember, but I didn't feel like reliving the memory by explaining it.
"Yes." I answer.
I think he could tell I didn't want to explain, because he doesn't ask any more questions about it.
He clears his throat and looks the window.
"So, what's with the Peter situation?" Bucky asks, trying to clear the tension.
"I just overreacted." I answer.
"Oh, yeah? How?" He chuckles.
"He's been avoiding me since yesterday morning. And then he was being a bit of an asshole, and he said something he shouldn't have. And I overreacted about it. I yelled at him. Probably scaring him off."
"What did he say in the first place?" Bucky wonders.
"It's nothing." I answer.
"Doesn't seem like nothing." He smirks.
I sigh.
"He just called me a freak. Asking who knows what I could do." I answer.
"I'm sorry, Sarah. I really am. You and Peter looked like you were becoming good friends." He says.
"It's alright, I guess. I was just kind of hoping he wouldn't see me how I saw myself."
"And how do you see yourself?"
"Well, for one. I see myself as a murderer. I see myself as worthless and unlovable. I feel a lot of guilt."
He smiles a bit.
"Why do you think he likes you?"
"Who, Peter?"
"Yeah."
"He doesn't like me. He never did. I guess."
"I'm willing to bet he thought you were friends." Bucky says.
"If he was my friend he wouldn't be doing this." I tell Bucky.
"Sarah, I think you're forgetting that Peter's a kid. Kids make mistakes. Kids get confused. He's the same age you were, and technically still are."
"How would I know if I'm actually 15?" I chuckle.
"You look it." Bucky laughs.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I smile.
"You don't exactly look like an adult."
"And what should an adult look like?"
"Shouldn't look like a kid." He chuckles.
"Oh, please."
I laugh at the commentary.
"But you didn't answer my question." Bucky says.
"Which one?"
"Why do you think, that Peter likes you?"
I sigh.
"I don't know." I answer.
"Because he doesn't see you the way you see yourself." Bucky answers, since I couldn't.
"Well, he must now." I say.
"That's not necessarily true." Bucky smiles.
"What do you mean?"
"This morning. You asked if somebody came in the room." Bucky says.
"Okay, and? What does that have to do with this? You fell asleep. You wouldn't know who came in the room if anybody did."
"But I wasn't asleep." Bucky smiles.
"What?"
"Who do you think came into the room?" Bucky asks me.
"How should I know?"
"Sarah." Bucky says.
"What?"
"Peter did."
"But how would you know?"
"Please. That kid makes so much noise. It was so easy to hear someone coming into the room. I wasn't going to tell him I was awake though. That'd be stupid now, wouldn't it?" He chuckles.
"But why did he come in there?"
Bucky shrugs.
"Your more likable than you think, perhaps." Bucky says.
"Yeah. Yeah, I- I guess so."

Suddenly, there's a noise.
"I swear to God, I keep hearing noises. I'm hearing things now." I chuckle.
"I heard it too." Bucky says.
The sound came from the vents.
"Probably Clint." I say.
"How do you know?" Bucky asks, looking up at the vents.
"Peter said Clint liked to hide around in the vents." I answer.
"Above your room?" Bucky chuckles.
"Not necessarily."
Bucky grabs a chair, stand on it, and opens the vent.
"Well, whoever was up here must love cookies. There's crumbs up here." Bucky says, now coming down from the chair.
"I guess so." I smile.