Marvel Short Stories

Chapter Two

Remembering that I need to pack, I drive to my house first, grabbing random clothes to shove in my go bag and then drive to the airport, making it in record time. When I go up to the desk and secure a ticket to Vienna, I grab the paper from my pocket, reading it and typing it into my phone, calling it.

It takes a moment, but someone finally answers. "Hello?"

Furrowing my eyebrows, I ask "Who's this?" I know this voice.

"This is Sam Wilson, who's this?"

"Sam?" I ask, surprised. "This is Emris, Sarah gave me your number."

"Emris, hey!" Sam yells, happy to hear me. "What's up, Sunshine?"

Laughing, I answer. "Sarah told me you could help me find Azzie's father."

There's silence on the other line. "I don't know, Emmie. I'm a little busy-"

"Please," I beg. "I finally found a lead, a real lead. After a year of dead ends, I finally have his name, and it's him."

Sam sighs, conceding. "I don't know what I can do, but I can try. What's the name?"

I sigh too, relieved he's willing to help. "James. James Barnes."

More silence. "Well shit," Sam cusses out, and I'm a little stunned. "Steve's in for a surprise." I'm about to ask who Steve is when Sam continues. "Come to Vienna. We'll get you from the airport."

"Already have my ticket," I tell him, and he hangs up. With a deep breath, I turn towards security, ready to find the father of my child.

Finally reaching Vienna, I see Sam with a blonde waiting for me with their own packed bags, and I furrow my eyebrows, reaching them. "Hey, Sam," I greet, gaining the man's attention.

"Hey, Emris!" Sam pulls me in for a hug, and afterwards I stare at the blonde. "This is Steve, Bucky's old friend." Bucky?

Steve holds out a hand, and I reluctantly take it, a little wary of the man. "Pleasure to meet you ma'am," he says, and I take his kindness to heart and smile back. "So, Sam says you're looking for Bucky too?" I furrow my eyebrows for a second before making the connection.

"Oh, that's his nickname?" I ask, and Steve furrows his eyebrows at me. "He never told me his name when I met him two years ago," I reason, a little nervous about getting judgement. "But yeah. It turns out I've been trying to find him for a while."

"Two years?" Steve asks, and I nod.

"I patched him up. Looked like he'd been through hell and back. Then he disappeared. Been searching since." Done with the interrogation, I look at the bags, ready to change subjects. "So, what are the bags for?"

"Bucky's in Bucharest," Sam explains, and I dread the idea of riding another plane. "We got you a plane ticket, too." I groan, my worst fears coming true.

Sam laughs, resting his arm on my shoulder as we all start walking. "Don't worry, it's just another hour and a half."

"Fuck you." The man is now chortling, Steve looking at me in surprise.

"Language," Steve scolds, and I laugh at his reaction.

"bésame culo," I retort with a smirk. It's obvious Steve doesn't understand, but he glares at me anyway, assuming it wasn't very nice and I chuckle, knowing he guessed right. We walk to the new gate and walk to the jet, the aircraft clearly private and I'm a little stunned, used to riding commercial.

Getting on, it was definitely a culture shock for me, but thankfully it's a short ride, and I'm not stuck feeling awkward for long. When we land, We leave the plane and Sam has me leave my bags behind before we walk through the airport. Steve is able to get us a taxi and we go through the streets of Bucharest. When the taxi stops, we leave the car and look around. "Where are we?" I ask, staring at the building in front of us.