The Snowflake: The Final Part

Chapter Six

When I woke up, I was in a new hotel room. I looked around, confused till I saw the man I met earlier. Realizing he looked familiar from my vision. "Who are you?" I asked. "And what the hell do you want from me?" The man was sitting in a chair, looking at a red book with a black star in the center of it. "The names Helmut Zemo and want I want from you is very important. I can use you." Zemo stated, looking up from the book. "Wow. You really have a way with words don't you?" I asked as I rolled my eyes and sat up. I glanced at my fake foot and sighed. "Before you say anything, your other prosthetic is in the closet." Zemo smiled. "Anyways.. what the hell are you using me for?" I snarled.

"I can use you to get to James Barnes. You know things." Zemo said. At his words, it hit me. "I know what you're trying to do. I saw you in a vision. You want to get to him to kill me." I said, standing up, almost falling cause I haven't gotten used to walking again yet. "How do you know?" Zemo asked, closing the book, setting it down to walk over to me. "I have visions. You were in my last one. Told him to kill me." I replied. "Well then.." he whispered. "That's not going to change a thing." Zemo added. "But they are all now in Germany, I will be taking you. Can you walk or do you need help?" he said. "I'll be fine, asshole." I rolled my ways, wobbling my way to the door, holding onto any nearby object. Zemo stood up and came to me, gently holding my arm. He may have been using me but he was a gentleman and I found it strange. As I wobbled around the room, Zemo stayed close to make sure I didn't fall.

Eventually as time passed, Zemo and I made it to the same place as Steve and a few other Avengers. Unfortunately I had missed Peggys funeral that was held in London. I wish I got to go and say my last goodbye. She was always there for me when I was fighting beside Steve and Bucky. Zemo was nice enough to let me keep in touch with them, granted Bucky barely remembers how to use a phone.  I sat in a new hotel room, Zemo repeating words to himself in Russian. I sat in a chair by the window, my feet in the chair as I held a cup of hot coffee close to my chest, drinking the coffee every now and then. I let the memories from the 40s flood my mind.

Steve turned to Bucky and gave him a look as if he was going to hit him but Bucky gave him a smirk and shrug, along with an applaud. Peggy watched everyone before walking up to me. I watched her as I bit my lip, waiting for her to say something. "Ms. L/N. Come with me.. we're going to get you cleaned up." she said, looking at Bucky as if asking for permission. He looked down at me and gently pushed my back, giving me a nod. I looked up at him before following Peggy. "I don't understand.." I said. "Understand what?" I walked next to her and thought for a moment. "Why you're wanting to help me." I stated. "Because you were the only civilian to go through that. That was the 107th infantry. You know, we could probably use you. I could talk to Colonel Phillips, if you're up to it." Peggy suggested. "Then when we get back to New York, you can go back to living a normal civilian life."

I shrugged. "I'll think about it.. anyways.. why are we getting me cleaned up?" I asked. "Well, we're probably celebrating all day. You don't look too injured. I um.. still don't know your name.." I said. She gave me a soft smile in response. "Peggy Carter." She responded. "You can just call me Peggy." I spent the rest of the day with her. We had gotten to know each other throughout the the day. "I'll just let you borrow my clothes for now." Peggy stated. I shook my head. "No, it's okay." I replied. She gave me a smile. "Oh come on, Sergeant Barnes will be there." Peggy giggled. I rolled my eyes, giving her a small smile. "Are you two a thing?" She asked. I shook my head once more. At this point we might as well be and i wish we were. Peggy gently nudged me. "We're just close.." I responded.

As the memory faded, I took another sip of my coffee. My phone vibrated on the nightstand by my bed. I turned and looked at it then looked down at my coffee, staring at myself in the reflection till I put the cup down. I stood up, walking over to my bed, plopping down as I look at the message. It was from Steve.

I have your location. If possible, meet me outside.

I read the message and smiled a little then looked at Zemo. "Hey, I'm going to go on a small run." I said. "Alright. Be back soon." Zemo replied, looking at me then looking away as I got ready. My phone vibrated again. I grabbed it and read the message. It was from Steve again.

Bring your athletic prosthetic. You'll need it.

I put my athletic foot on and went outside, seeing Steve in an old iconic beetle. I giggled a little and got in. "Oh thank god, I'm away from that hell hole." I groaned. I looked in the backseat, expecting Bucky but didn't see anyone. "Bucky isn't here. He's kind of being kept contained. I'll get you in so you can talk to him, Y/N. I promise." Steve said as he drove to my new destination. Little did I know, Zemo was standing at the window and watched me get into the car with Steve. "I'm tired of this, Steve. I want to be home. I want to be held by Bucky. I want him to be okay."

"He will be. But right now, you need to pick a side. My side or Starks. You need to choose whether the Avengers fight under supervision or no supervision." Steve stated. I stayed quiet, thinking of an answer. "No supervision. If the Avengers fight under supervision, we wouldn't be able to fight. Yes, they've destroyed cities but it's for the best really. Yes, people have died but that's better than letting the bad guy run around for years. Like with Loki in 2012. If no one stopped him, imagine what the world would be like. Imagine what the world would be like if Ultron wasn't stopped."

"Well, now we know your opinion. Well to change the subject, I'm sorry I couldn't be there for your surgery when you woke up. I know it was probably hard." The blonde soldier reached over and held my hand. I sighed and gently squeezed his hand. "Talk to me, Y/N. You know you can trust me." I felt him gently rub my hand with his thumb. "Well, I'm just.." I paused, trying to find the right words. "trying to process everything, I guess. I'm missing half a limb. My boyfriend is fucking being held captive. I-I just want to scream. I want a normal life, Steve. That's all I want. I want to be married. I want to have my late night dances in the kitchen with Bucky. I want to be there when he can't sleep. What all do I have to fucking do to get a goddamn normal life?!" I exclaimed.

Steve pulled into a parking lot and listened to what I had to say. He stayed quiet, even after I finished and pulled me in. My face was hot from anger. My eyes stung with tears once again. I couldn't tell if it was from sadness or the anger I was holding back. Steve hugged me, rubbing my back. I rested on him and sniffled. "I know, Y/N.." he whispered. "I know.."