The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 51: The 'Not So Great' Escape..

A day went by, and still, Bucky sat next to Sarah.
Obviously he didn't love her, but he cared for her too much to leave her side.
For the longest time, they only had each other.
And even when they forgot about each other here and there, they'd somehow still be there for each other.
Mainly, though, he was there for her.
After all, she was just a kid when they met.

Bucky tried to think of why she could be unconscious, but nothing could come to him. He'd remembered some things before, but a lot of things were just blurry.
"We'll fix this, Sarah." Bucky whispers, as if she could possibly hear him.
She probably couldn't, but it was worth a shot.

Suddenly, Peter barges into the room.
Bucky sits up and turns over to the doorway, "What?" Bucky asks.
"I think Mr. Stark knows why she's like this." Peter answers, looking down at Sarah.
Peter looked at her with a bit of guilt in his eyes.
He wanted to apologize for what he said and did.
...
Once again, the Avengers were huddled into the small room.
"It's a word?" Bucky asks, confused.
He still couldn't remember.
"We think so." Natasha answers.
"And you know this, how?" Bucky asks.
"Loki claimed to hear the word being said before they came back here." Bruce answers.
Bucky stares blankly as the Avengers.
"Well, what is it? The word?" Bucky asks.
"I don't think it's wise we say it. If Sarah's trigger words were they same as yours, this word could easily effect you as well." Steve explains.
"But the words don't effect me anymore, right?" Bucky asks, panicked.
"Of course not, but nobody knew this word could trigger you, therefore it still could." Steve says.
Bucky sighs, looking back down at Sarah.
"How do we fix her?" Bucky wonders.
"We don't know."
...
Back in his 'prison', Loki was getting quite light headed. He hadn't slept all night, and nobody checked his wound.
The bleeding wasn't as severe, but it still continued to bleed.
He continued to grasp his arm, trying to put pressure on the wound so the blood wouldn't spill out.
By now, his one hand was drenched with his own blood.
It didn't bother him as much as he thought it would, but it hurt.
Just then, the doors open.
He turned around, watching Bucky walk inside.
He sighed, leaning up against the so called 'glass'.
"What might you want?" Loki asks.
Bucky walks up to the glass that Loki leaned against.
"Did you do this? Or are you really telling the truth?" Bucky asks.
Loki lets out a small chuckle, "Does my answer truly matter so much? Even if I am telling the truth, nobody would believe it."
Bucky sighs, because he was right.
Bucky wanted to believe Loki, but he barely knew him.
He didn't know him at all, actually.
He was only told about the incident in New York.

Bucky looks down at Loki, and finally sees Loki's wound.
"You know you're bleeding all over the floor?" Bucky assumes.
"I've experienced worse." Loki claims, as if it wasn't a big deal.
"Somebody can fix that."
"And I'd be let out, why?"
"You're shot?"
"What do they care?"
"They'll let you out to fix that." Bucky assured.
Loki rolls his eyes and scoffs.
It was clear to him that Bucky had no idea who he truly was, and why the Avengers hated him so much.
"I'd like to see them try." Loki says.
Bucky sighs, and leaves Loki.
He had to help him, or he could bleed out.
God or not, blood loss is still blood loss.
Quickly, Bucky goes to find Thor.
I mean, if anyone would help him, it would be Loki's brother.
Hopefully.

Eventually, he finds him.
"Is my brother giving you a hard time?" Thor jokes, flipping his hammer.
He did that a lot, for some reason.
Bucky tried lifting it once, because it was sitting on one of his books, and he was so confused as to why it wouldn't budge.
"No, actually. He's bleeding." Bucky blurts out.
Thor stops flipping his hammer, and turns to face Bucky.
"Not one has helped him?" Thor asks.
Bucky shakes his head, no.
"I'm not a doctor, so who could heal his wound?" Thor asks Bucky.
And suddenly, almost as if on cue, Bruce walks into the room, coming to grab science books.. or whatever they were.
Bucky and Thor glanced at each other, and both stared at Bruce.
He looks up, from grabbing the books, confused.
"What?" He asks.
...