The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 83: You remember?

"Adams! Don't touch that thing!" I hear, as I'm rushing down the hallway. I'm not letting them get in my way of finding them. I remembered a bit of what one of the places looked like, from the dream, and he could be there. If he's there, then I'm getting him back. He clearly cared for me, so I should care for him. Plus, he's been slowly helping me remember things, this is the least I could do for him. I also don't want him to die.
"You can't just touch it, it's not that simple!" I hear.
I'm not touching it with bare skin, though. I don't give a fuck of it burns off part of this metal arm, I'll fix it. That's the least of my worries right now.

I swiftly make my way to the bottom of the staircase, as the tesseract falls from the next floor. I could hear the others shouting as they rush down the steps.
"Don't touch it!" Thor shouts, as he gets closer to the bottom of the staircase.
I obviously don't listen.
As soon as the tesseract falls from the floor above me, hitting the floor, I grab it with no concern. Yeah, this thing is a lot stronger than I imagined it to be. It's making my metal arm extremely hot, that if I touched it, I'd be burned instantly.
"Don't do it, we're going to find another way!" Steve shouts.
"I'm doing it now," I tell them, "It's now or never."
"He's using the people you love against you, haven't you noticed that? He wants you to come for him!"
"Well, sorry, I haven't noticed because I've been to busy trying to remember it."
"I'm telling you now, it's not a good idea to do this." Tony says.
"I don't care if it's a good idea, it's the only one I've got."
I didn't really know how to use this thing, but I just tried imagining that place I saw in my dream.
And just as it's about to bring me there, someone grabs onto me, trying to stop me. But it didn't stop me, actually, it brought them with me. And it was Tony.
He looks around, confused at first, but quickly realizes what just happened.
"Oh, you've got to be joking." He mutters.
To my surprise, nobody was in the room except us. I guess nobody was being brainwashed yet. Not in this room, at least.
"Are you insane? Are you actually out of your mind?" He asks me.
I shrug, and realize how much my metal arm is heating up. So, I kind of just drop it, and let it sink through the floor.
"No, pick that up. Don't just leave it there." He demands.
"I'm not holding it the entire time." I tell him.
"Do you know how powerful that is, and you're just gonna let it fall forever?" He argues.
"Well, not forever. Just until we find him."
"You're an idiot," He mutters, "We don't even know for sure if he's here!"
"If he wanted me to come for Loki, it'd probably be here. I have no memory of any other place."
"Yeah, and do you know why he wanted you here?"
"No, not really."
"Because all he has to do, is say goddamn words, and you could turn against the both of us, even kill us."
Well, shit.
"But you didn't think of that, did ya?" He asks, sarcastically.
"It would've been nice to know, maybe." I mutter.
"Oh, sorry that I didn't tell you not to do something stupid. I didn't think you were that stupid."
"God, stop arguing with me, and let's find him." I say, just walking away from him.
"If you haven't noticed, we're unarmed."
"Was that pun intended, because it's really not that funny." I ask him.
"No, I'm just saying we have zero weapons to defend ourselves!" He whispers.
"Shut your mouth, and just fight anyone in your way. Not too hard?"
He rolls his eyes, and immediately follows me when I leave the room. Almost instantly, we're greeted by a bunch of guards in the hallway.
"Kid, you're going to have to kick their asses." Tony mutters.
That's what I plan on doing.
They come flying towards us, coming at us with guns. One of the guys comes close to hitting me with a bullet, but I duck on time, and swoop him off his feet. I kick him in the head, a bit too harshly, and grab his loaded gun. Just to make sure, I hit his head with the back of the gun.
I hold up the gun to everybody else, and they point theirs at me.
Tony was beating up three guys at a time, and I had two people aiming at me.
As Tony finished beating up those guys, he looks up at what's happening, I glance at him, and he immediately jumps one of the guys from behind.
While he's getting beaten, the other guy is just standing there frozen. The guy held their gun, but their hands were shaky. They didn't pull the trigger, and they easily could.
"Put the gun down." I tell them. And almost instantly, they do. What the hell?
This has to be a setup. Well, I know this whole thing is a setup now, but the guards probably don't know that.
"Who are you, and why the hell aren't you doing your job?" I ask, chuckling a bit. I thought Hydra guards were supposed to be tough, and be able to shoot someone.
The person takes off the helmet or mask they were wearing, and it was a boy. He looked a bit younger than me and I remember seeing him on my way out from this place. I guess they trained him to be a guard or something. No matter what they made him, he was being forced to work for Hydra.
"You. You look familiar." I tell him.
"That's because I am." He says.
"How do I know you?" I ask, putting my gun to my side.
"If I told you, you wouldn't exactly remember."
"I don't care, tell me who you are. For all I know, this could be a setup."
He puts down his helmet/mask thing on the ground, and pulls the collar of his shirt down a bit. It reveals a huge scar on his neck.
"What the hell are you showing me?" I ask, kind of raising my gun a bit. For all I know, he could be distracting me.
"Who are you?" I ask, again.
"You haven't figured it out yet?" He asks, looking a bit surprised. This guy was only a few years younger than me, it seemed. I'm not sure, though. He also looked like he could be my age.
"Obviously." I say, holding the gun straight at him again.
"I won't repeat myself, who are you? And why didn't you shoot me?" I ask him, getting frustrated.
He smirks a bit, and I don't even know why.
"My name's Sam."
Okay?
"Okay? Why didn't you shoot me then, if you're a guard?"
He tries to hide a slight smile, "Because you're my sister."
And suddenly, I fall back a bit. I'm remembering. My life is literally flashing before my eyes. I'm remembering everything. Oh my God, I remember everything. I remember my childhood. I remember what happened during Hydra. I remember what happened after, and when I was with the Avengers. My memories just came flying back to me, as if they'd never left.
Before I knew it, my eyes were tearing up, "What did you say?" I ask.
But before he could answer, I go rushing over to him, pulling him in a tight embrace. It's him. It's really him. I thought he was dead. I was told he was dead. I was convinced he was dead. But here he is, standing in front of me. He didn't look so young anymore, as he used to. He was technically, about, four years younger than me. But now I'm actually looking at him again. He's not dead.
He was a bit taller than me now, since he's clearly aged, but I was still his older sister.
I look at him, face to face with him. My hands were on his shoulders, trying to make sure he's real, "You're.. you're alive?" I ask, choking back on my tears. At this point I was balling my eyes out. All it took was him, and I remembered every single memory I've ever had.
Even the bad ones, but that didn't matter now.
He nods, also crying now.
"But I.. but I thought you were dead? I saw you just.. just laying there with a bullet in your neck?"
"I survived it." He tells me.
"And, you were here? This entire time? He took you too?"
He nods.
Oh my God. My father told me he was dead. My father convinced me he was dead.
"But your memory, how'd you remember?" I ask. I had so many questions. So many. But not enough time to ask, right now.
"He never took them from me. He wanted me to remember."
"But why?" I cry.
"Because it's worse to watch family be hurt, and forget who you are, than to die."
I hug him, again. I wanted to hug him forever. I didn't want to let go. It's been longer than 70 years since I saw him. Since I saw him "dead."
"God, I missed you." I say, but my voice is muffled, considering I'm crying into his shoulder now. Usually I'd be the one letting him cry into my shoulder, especially when he'd get hurt playing outside as a toddler. And here I was now, doing exactly what he used to do.
"Did he tell you why? Why he did this?" I ask him.
He shakes his head, "No."
When I heard his voice, it wasn't like that scared kid from Brooklyn, who was too afraid of everything. He changed. And we both did. We changed for the worst. I didn't exactly know what he went through, but it was a pain. It had to be. It had to be like waiting in hell for eternity, as you watch your family be tormented and tortured. Wiped and forgotten. Used as a weapon against humanity.
"Sarah, why are you here, though?" He asks, concerned, "You should've never came back."
"I have to save someone." I tell him.
"Who? I might know where he is."
"His name's Loki." I inform him.
He nods, and smirks a bit, "Is he, like..." but I cut him off.
"Don't even say it." I say.
"Okay, but who's that?" He asks, pointing at Tony.
"A bitch." I joke.
"I meant his name."
"That's Tony Stark, and he's here to help. Well, I kind of made him help me, it's a long story. I'll fill you in on some of it."
Tony stands up. While I was having a family reunion with my brother, he was beating up a bunch of guys. He sighs, and looks over at me.
"Who the hell are you?" He asks Sam.
"I'm Sam." He says, putting up his hand to somewhat wave.
"Great, Sam. Hi. Who's Sam?" He asks me.
"My brother." I inform him.
"You mean the dead one? Or do you have another brother I don't know about?" He asks. It was clear he was confused as hell.
"He's the dead one." I say, putting quotations around dead.
"Great, so he's obviously not dead." He says, walking over to us.
"Do you know where this guy is?" Tony asks him.
"Does he have black hair and does he make sarcastic comments all of the time?" Sam asks Tony.
"You bet he does. He's a little asshole."
He picks up his helmet, putting it on to blend in.
"There's a spare helmet and uniform in that closet over there." Sam directs. He tosses a small key to me, and I open up the closet.