The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 79: Remembering...

I wake up, and check the clock. It was already 8:25.
I guess I've gotten enough sleep.
I look down at the end of the bed, and Sam is still there. Loki told me I named him after my brother, but I had no idea who my brother was.
In my arms, was the sock monkey that Loki gave to me. He said it was mine, but from when? From where? It looked insanely old, probably vintage.
It's weird how this thing gave me a small memory. All of these small things give me memories. A TandyCake wrapper, whatever the hell that is, a sock monkey, and a cat. Loki said that the sock monkey represented a happy time in my life, that's why it's important and helped me remember. So, if Loki represents something to me, and was important to me, why didn't I remember anything when I look at him? I mean, sure, I feel this insanely odd connection to him, but I have no idea why. It's strange.
I look over to Loki, who was not sleeping. He wasn't even there. Oh my God, what if that dude came after him in the middle of the night? No, that couldn't have happened. There'd definitely be screaming, and I would've woke up.
"Loki?" I ask, waiting for some sort of response. Maybe he just left the room. But where did the blankets he had go? He didn't put them back to where they were, because they weren't there.
I sit up, slowly, and get out of bed. It wakes Sam up, but he's a cat, so he'll just go back to sleep. I walk around the room, looking to see if he was even in here.
I check under the bed, for absolutely no reason at all. Why would anybody sleep under a bed? He wasn't there anyways.
I'm about to give up, and leave the room, when I heard a slight thud.
I follow the sound, and it leads me to the closet doors. Carefully, and slowly, I open the closet doors.
Why the hell was he sleeping in the closet? He had his blankets in there and everything.
"Loki?" I ask, trying to see if he'd wake up.
And he does. He slowly flutters his eyes open, and looks around, and then up to me.
He smiles a bit, but then he stops smiling.
"What're you doing in here?" I ask, clearly confused.
"Well, you see.... you see the light was coming in through the windows... and the closet is dark." He answers.
"So?"
"I couldn't fall asleep with the sun..."
Something about his tone was off, as if he could've been lying. But who knows, really? Maybe if I could remember, I'd know what was off, but I can't remember. The only thing I know is that this closet was where Loki was hidden for some time. That's it. That's all I know about this closet that he's in.
"Would you mind closing the closet again?" He asks, as he lays on his side, facing the wall.
"Yeah, sure." I say, closing it. He seemed a bit down, according to his tone. Maybe it was because of me, or it was something way different. I can't tell.

I take a quick glance at myself in the mirror. I looked like shit. All I had was a tank top and a pair of sweatpants. I didn't even change out of it to sleep, and I really didn't want to change. I don't know why. But I'd probably have to.

...
I ended up taking a shower, and almost broke the shower too. Then I got changed into, well, a tank top and sweatpants. But get this, it's a different tank top and sweatpants. I'm doing so great.

I figured I should probably act somewhat normal around here, even if I didn't remember what my normal was. So, I decided, to find the kitchen. It took me some time to actually find it, but I eventually found it. The only person in the kitchen, other than me, was Bucky. Like Loki, I felt like I knew him too. They were both somewhat recognizable, but at the same time, they weren't.
"Good morning." He says, looking in the fridge.
"Morning." I say back.
He takes a box of waffles from the freezer, and places it on the counter.
...
"BARNES! YOU CANT JUST SET THE KITCHEN ON FIRE!" I yell, laughing.
"YOU THINK I WANTED TO?"
"I DON'T KNOW!"
Tony, Thor, and Steve come running in.
"You've got to be joking..." Tony says.
"Bucky what did you do?" Steve says, trying not to laugh.
"I- I honestly don't even know." He shrugs, trying to hold back a smile.
"Well, I think something burned." Steve says.
"You THINK?" Tony yells back to Steve.
"I'll put it out." Thor says.
"How are you going to do that." I ask.
"My hammer."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Yup."
He comes over to the fire and starts hitting it.
"Holy shit, Thor."
"Hey, language." Steve yells.
I walk over to the fire extinguisher and start pointing it toward the fire.
The fire settles down.
"How'd it disappear?" Thor asks, still facing the way he was trying to set out the fire.
"I used a fire extinguisher..." I say.
"Oh. Yes- that makes sense."
"I guess no waffles.." Bucky chimes.
"No, shit." I say, finally laughing.
"Okay, that's great you guys are laughing. But have you seen the kitchen."
"Yes, I believe I've seen it before." I say, sarcastically.
"No, no. I mean NOW. There's BURNS everywhere on the counters."
"Replace em'." Thor suggests.
"It's not that simple, God Of Thunder."
"How so? Aren't you a billionaire?"
He sighs and grabs his phone.
"Yes..."
I assume he's calling to get new counters. Ha.
"You want cereal?" Bucky mutters, laughing a bit.
"Yes, preferably not burnt." I joke.
"Shut up." He smiles.
...
What the actual fuck? I just remembered something so stupid. How does somebody cause a fire because of toaster waffles?
He's about to put two waffles into the toaster, but according to that insanely amusing memory, I'm staring to think he should stick to cereal.
"You sure you wanna do that?" I ask him, before he could put the waffles in the toaster.
"Huh?"
"The waffles. You sure you wanna do that?"
He chuckles, "Did you just remember something?"
I nod, "And according to that memory, last time you did that, you almost burnt the whole kitchen."
He sighs, and puts the waffles back inside the box, "It happened twice actually..." He says, trying his best not to laugh at himself.
...
"I'm making waffles." Bucky says, out of no where, leaving the room.
"No, absolutely not. BARNES, GET BACK HERE. Don't you dare set my kitchen on fire, you ass hole!" Tony screams, running after him.
Natasha sighs, "I should make sure he doesn't kill him." She quickly leaves the room.
I couldn't tell whether she meant she should stop Tony from killing Bucky, or Bucky from killing Tony.
But most likely, it'd be to stop Tony from killing Bucky.
From what I heard, he's already tried to.
...
He stays quite, not knowing what else to say.
And suddenly, from the distance, fire alarms go off.
"Oh, Bucky.." I mutter, knowing it's probably him.
"God DAMNIT, Barnes! Stop ruining everything!" Tony shouts, really loud.
"I can fix this." Thor shouts over the yelling.
"What, with your hammer? What are you gonna do, HIT THE FLAMES? You'll break the counters!" Tony shouts back at him.
And I couldn't help but laugh.
This place was a wreck.
Well, the people were. They were driving each other insane.
But it was okay. Because it felt normal I guess.
In a way, I was glad to be back.
And, hey, if I never went unconscious, I'd probably be locked up for 'working with Loki, and planning evil things.'
So it worked out just fine.
"PETE! GET THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER!" Tony yells from the kitchen.
Immediately, he leaves the room.
These peoples and their kitchen fires.
...
Why do I keep remembering things so quickly? And why do they all happen to come to me when it has something to do with what I'm looking at, touching, or hearing.
I wish I had context. I can remember and feel bits and pieces, but not everything.
"You okay?" He asks.
Every time I remember something, it just looks like I'm staring off into the distance.
"Yeah." I answer, snapping out of my thoughts. I grab a cereal box, some milk, and pour myself a bowl of cereal. Bucky had gotten cereal too, since waffles was probably too much of a risk.
"You'll eventually start to remember more. Good and bad." He says, going to sit down.
"Do I want to remember the bad stuff?"
"No, you definitely don't. But you will anyways. I do." He mutters.
"So.. you were with Hydra too? I don't even remember most of it yet. I only remember waking up after being wiped of my memories, and what happened moments before my memory was taken from me."
He nods, "Yeah, for over 70 years, maybe even more. Same with you."
"Over 70 years? When was I born?"
"Sometime in the 1900's." He says, casually.
Well, this sure is confusing.
"Uh- cool." I mutter, not really knowing what else to say.
"It'll make sense, eventually." He claims.
Yeah, sure it will. I don't think that'll ever make sense, even if I have memories. I mean.. wouldn't I be old as hell?
I don't look old. I don't feel old. I mean, I guess that'd explain the vintage sock monkey...
...
I finish up breakfast, and just wander around the tower. Well, I wasn't exactly wandering around, I was lost. I end up stumbling into this weird ass room. There was technology inside, like everywhere, and it looked beaten up. A machine was broken, and a cage thing made of some sort of glass was almost broke.
I shouldn't touch anything, I could probably get hurt. But I can't help myself. This was such an odd cage to even have. I mean.. it looks like glass. Just break it.
I walk up to the cage, and reach out my hand to touch the odd cage.
...
"What are you, but a girl? Stark must trust you dearly to watch me." Loki begins.
I don't answer him.
"You're quite the mute aren't you?"
I don't answer him again.
He goes silent as well, staring at me in my direction.
I finally say something.
"Stark doesn't trust me at all, that's why I'm here."
He raises his eyebrows.
"He's using you as bait? That's harsh, even for him."
Who the hell was this guy.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" I ask.
"I reckon you already know the answer to that. Quite the eavesdropper now, aren't you?"
No, shit.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I lie.
"Dare you try and lie to me?"
I shrug.
He was getting annoyed.
"Well I'm not exactly going to tell the truth to somebody locked up in a glass like area."
...
"Put your hand there." He says, pointing to where he just put his hand on the opposite side of the glass.
"No."
"Just do it."
This dude was weird. I put my hand across from his on the opposite side of the glass.
...
I reach my hand back from the glass, and look around. I think I just remembered meeting Loki. So, like... did I used to hate him or something?  I didn't seem like I hated him, I just seemed annoyed. He didn't seem at all the same as he was in the memory. I guess he changed somehow.
If he could change, I can too. I can remember everything, and become a better person. Because what I've been told, I wasn't so kind to people in my past. I did a lot of messed up things. I want that to change, just as he seemingly did. I want to be a better person, I suppose. And the first person that could help me with that, is Loki.