Bucharest. It was lovely as far as we had all seen and I was enjoying it, until I was wandering through the market. My eyes latched on to someone, and theirs were soon to find mine. I offered him a small smile before letting it fall into something more hopeless as I was about to turn away. Although, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the smallest of smiles cross his lips. I tilted my head and turned to face him again. I pursed my lips as he nodded to the stall owner, taking his purchase from their hands with a grateful smile. I was more than surprised when he started walking over to me. I took a small step back in surprise, and because I was wary. He immediately came to a stop, waiting to see if I was alright with him coming over.
He hesitated...
I slowly nodded, allowing him to approach. He pursed his lips and nodded when he finally came to a stop in front of me.
"I'm sorry." Were the first words to leave his mouth. I silently nodded, but slowly. "For trying to kill you." I nodded again, more comfortable, but still with pursed lips. "I know that you probably don't want to see me right now," I didn't give him an answer, simply remaining quiet. "But you're probably the only thing I remember from before HYDRA..." I was surprised.
He remembered me...?
"And you still tried to kill me." I mumbled quietly, a small pout on my lips. "After everything, you tried to kill me. Everything."
"I-I tried not to." I nodded, tears welling in my eyes. "You know I'd never hurt you intentionally-"
"I know, but losing you drove me crazy, and then I lost Steve...I lost the two people closest to me, only to be left behind, broken hearted after fighting in a war with them-"
"(Y/n)...you're just saying that, it's what grief does-"
"No, James, I went crazy. I actually went insane, and very violent. They had to cryogenically freeze me to restrain me." James stared at me for a moment, his fingertips lightly brushing mine.
"You're the one thought that kept me sane. I told you I'd always come back to you, and here I am." His fingers intertwined with mine.
"You need to talk to Steve."
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"What did I do?" I smiled as I walked into the abandoned industrial building.
"Well good morning sunshine~" I teased with a laugh.
"You're not supposed to be laughing, (Y/n), this is serious." Steve complained and I shrugged, pulling my knife from my pocket and pointing it playfully in his direction.
"You forget I'm constantly on the brink, Stevey. Don't test me." He nodded with a sigh as I crouched in front of Bucky. "How you feeling? Sounds like you remember some stuff about Steve now." He nodded and I smiled, returning the same gesture.
I was left in the back seat of the car with Bucky, Sam in the front seat as Steve went to collect the stuff from Sharon's trunk.
"Can you move your seat up?"
"No."
I rolled my eyes and swatted James.
"Just shut up." James huffed and I hit him again.
"Will you stop that?"
"When you don't leave me alone for three years, oh plus the two in the war, and the last few since 2011...hmm, maybe then I will!" I hissed, glaring at him.
"Hey, that's not my fault-"
"You could have just not gone with them, then you wouldn't have fallen from the train-"
"(Y/n), leave it, it's not my fault."
"You could have just stayed, James, then none of this would have happened."
"You're right, we'd both be in 1943, and where would Steve be? Here." I huffed, gritting my teeth.
"I hate you." I muttered as I glared out of the window, slouching in my seat with my arms crossed over my chest.
"Is that why you kept the tags? Cause you hate me?" The tone in his voice was beginning to annoy me.
"I'll strangle you with your own tags in a minute if you don't shut up, James."
"Stop calling me 'James'."
"That's your name, dumbass, I'm allowed to use it." I sighed, watching his reflection in the window. "Never liked calling you 'Bucky'." I muttered with a sigh, watching as he raised an eyebrow, looking at me out of the corner of his eyes as he tipped his head back.
"You're a bitch."
"And you're an ass. Guess we're even."
"Sam! Barnes! Stop it!" I jumped from a higher beam, tackling the red and blue suited boy. "Okay, right, first of all, you're a kid, we're not going to fight a kid. Secondly, I may be crazy and have moral inconsistencies, but, I stand by not hitting a kid." I apologised in a weird way before pinning this kid to the floor. "Oh, I'm (Y/n), by the way."
"Peter- wait are we using hero names? If so, I'm Spiderman." I smiled and shook my head.
"I'm going to get off you, and you have to not fly away with your webs, okay?" Spiderman nodded. "We can just sit, talk, and vibe. Sound good?" He nodded again, so I got off him. He did as agreed. We sat opposite each other on the ground. I held a hand out to him. "(Y/n) (L/n). Real names."
"Oh, uh, Peter...Parker." I nodded.
"You in school?" He nodded and so did I, understanding what sort of age he was. "Physics and maths whiz?" He nodded again and I 'ahhh'ed. "Well, based on some quick maths, I can tell you, before you ask, that I am technically 89."
"89?!" I nodded with a laugh.
"89 years old. I was frozen like Cap when I was...like 25? for some restraining thing. Worked out, I'm in the same year as Steve and Bucky, so I couldn't be happier."
