Book 2 of the Stasis series.
"If you do that again I'll throw you out of the window - wait, what are you doing?"
"Seeing if the drop is high enough to kill me. Other wise it's just not worth it".
Bucky Barnes x male oc.
The avengers
Captain Americ...
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"Visitor name?" A young woman with a frizzy black Bob asked with a wide toothed smile. She didn't look any older than Basil but he felt like she was a child compared to the years on his soul. He glanced around, shoulders shrinking under his black hoodie. The hood was pulled up over his short cute curls and he tugged at the edge self consciously.
He half wished that Steve was here. The building was nice, older than the shiny contraptions that shield occupied. (Basil kept thinking like they were palaces or glass illusions. There was a building in London now called the cheese grater?? Why did all these modern buildings look like sharp household items?). But the blonde man had been kept back in America. According to Nick fury (scary man with an eyepatch), they couldn't have two resurrected war heroes walking around. Basil had to brave the travel by himself and not freak at everything.
He glanced round at the building he was in again. It was a old Victorian building, which was some relief. It has been refurbished. Leather couches, bright lights and a computer (computers, phones and the internet had been a interesting conversation. Basil was pretty sure that if he had continued talking, the pretty red haired woman accompanying him might have actually knocked him out to shut him up. He often had that effect on people). The woman at the desk was looking concerned.
"Sir? Your name please". Her voice was loud enough to be heard round the room. Basil flinched. Since waking up form the ice, his senses had been dialled up to eleven. He hadn't told Steve but he was pretty sure that he could run faster too. It must be the serum. He had been getting symptoms of it working ever since he had been injected. The night vision, the ability to walk through solid objects like a ghost. He theorised that the ice had triggered the other changes. (He was insanely pleased to find out that he hadn't woken up with a red skull as a face. Now that would have been terrifying).
"Oh, Jahi. Jahi. I'm a old friend".
The woman nodded and the keyboard clicked as she typed it in. "Surname?"
Basil opened his mouth then paused. He turned to the red haired woman. She was attractive. The kind of attractive that robbed straight men and gay girls of their cognition for a few seconds. Wavy red hair round her chin and a figure that was both slim and muscled. She offered him as nod and he turned back to the desk. "Parrish. Jahi Parrish".
"Grandson?" The woman asked with a smile as she typed it down. "How old are you? Eighteen? Nineteen?"
"Twenty one turning ninety".
The woman laughed at his words. "Okay. Well he's in his room at the moment. Just knock on the door. It's room 14 on the second floor. He should be expecting visitors".
Basil nodded and glanced at the woman at his side. "Are you going with me?"
She gave him a smile. It might have been mistaken as soft but she seemed too sharp to him for that. Instead it was more understanding. "The name is Natasha. And I'll just wait down here for you. Take as long as you need". Basil nodded in thanks and turned up the stairs. He jogged up them, bouncing on his toes so that he wouldn't bump into anyone. A few nurses and elderly people walked passed and he pushed himself into a corner so as not to get in their way.
