A New Kind of Army

Chapter 5: Brother Listen to Me

I brushed a shank of his chocolate hair out of his face once more. Even though he was asleep, his expression was one of pure agony. And I knew that there wasn't any kind of pain medication would ever help him. I had seen many cases like his over the years, and they usually never end well. Poor kid. No where to go, and stuck out of time.

"Bucky Barnes," I whispered trying to comprehend the name.

I remembered reading about him in the history books my mother would borrow from the library when I was little. I don't really remember all that much from the book I read over 20 years ago, but I could recall a few things. I knew he was born in 1925 and then raised in the army after he lost his family. It was actually kind of amusing that this kid could look like he could be my son, but at the same time be old enough to be my grandfather.

To think that on a routine patrol me and my brother stumbled on one of the greatest known sidekicks in history. Of course, Nico wouldn't be happy with this development. I sighed. I'm going to have to tell him. During our conversation after breakfast, I agreed with him that we wouldn't make any decisions, on the kid until we had more information on who he was. Well, now I do and it doesn't make my job any easier. I looked back the kid, Bucky, I knew my decision.

The med-bay door gently squeaked as it opened, letting Amelia in. Thank God. I needed a middle ground opinion. Not one that was blinded by rules or emotions. I knew what Nico would say, but someone like Amelia, who had seen both sides of our opinions, she could help me.

"Any changes?" she asked, in English. I nearly did a double take, but then I remembered that she always switched languages depending on what her patients spoke. I was so used to her speaking in chosen tongue.

"He woke up again," I answered.

"What? Why didn't you call me?"

"He needed answers, Amelia, not a doctor. Besides I was watching his vitals, he remained stable."

"He clearly didn't stick around," She spoke while, she messed with a few of the computers nearby, most likely pulling up Bucky's readings for the last couple hours, "Was he talking?"

"Yep. Full sentences. He seems mentally stable. He was just exhausted."

"Well, those are good signs. Especially, since we don't know how long his brain was without oxygen when we found him. Did you get a name out of him? Because the darn facial recognition software ain't finding anything."

"I did."

"Good! Feel like sharin'? So, I can get a jumpstart on his record."

"Bucky Barnes."

Amelia froze. She knew that name. She knew what that name meant. She turned to me and said three words, "Are you sure?"

I nodded.

She slowly sat down in a nearby chair. Her face was disbelieving, a rare expression for her. "How do you know?" she whispered.

"He told me."

"People can lie Christin."

"He doesn't have a reason to lie to me. He doesn't even fully know where he is."

"A lot of the people we know Christin, have reason and he could be working with them."

"Well, is he working with someone. Then he's the best actor I've ever seen!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I told him about what happened to Captain America," I sighed, "He starting mourning. He cried himself to sleep in my arms. He looked just like how Arrow did when we lost her mom. He isn't a spy, Amelia! He's a lost and grieving kid."