Redemption ||Bucky Barnes||

5. A Matter of Trust

The only times I see Vanessa now are when we are in our room. Outside of that, I barely see her. Any chance I get to talk to her is small, because she always claims she's tired. She doesn't lie, she falls asleep within ten minutes of hitting the bed. I frown, wondering what became so important that my sister is losing sleep over.

While Vanessa isn't with me, I take time to explore. Needless to say I get myself lost on the massive Helicarrier more than once. But this is a place that I'm willing to lose my way in.

I pass by a door with a window on it. I peek in only to see a few people inside, looking to be fighting each other. Must be training, I conclude. A little curious, I make my way in thanks to my hand. I got my access taken care of thanks to Vanessa and Agent Hill. Now I can access pretty much anywhere I want.

I sheepishly make my presence known and watch as I realize the dueling opponents are Bucky and the redheaded woman I had met on my first day from waking up. Her hair is still pulled back into a ponytail, and I watch as they engage in hand-to-hand combat.

It's amazing, and somewhat terrifying, to watch them fight each other. With her lean build, she's actually faster than Bucky, able to think on her feet quicker. Despite his size, Bucky is equally fast on his part. It's almost like watching ninjas, the way they go at each other with such speed.

My mouth slightly drops in awe as I continue to watch the two equal opponents practice. I lean against the nearest wall, wondering if either one of them will realize they've got a spectator.

"How did you get in here?" a new voice asks.

I jump a foot in the air to see someone entirely new on my left. I'm sensing a pattern with attire, it's all dark and looks to be maneuverable in. He stands a few inches taller than me, and he's got short dark blond hair. He's wearing no sleeves, exposing decent muscles. I try not to stare and creep him out.

"I've got clearance," I say a bit defensively.

"Are you sure you're supposed to be in here?"

"It doesn't hurt to be curious. You must not know who I am."

"Oh, I know who you are all right." He grabs one of my arms and tries to escort me out of the training room.

"Hey!" I try to get myself out of the guy's grip.

"Look, I don't know what you think you're doing here, or what you're trying to pull." His voice is deathly calm. "But if anyone sees you for what you really are, I'll ask them to let me be the first to kill you."

"E-excuse me?" I squeak, blanching.

"I know people have said you lost your memories, but those tests can be deceived."

"But—"

"Clint!" the redhead shouts.

Both Clint and I turn our heads to see the fighting has stopped, and now the participants are walking towards us.

"What are you doing in here?" the redhead questions me.

"I was just getting her out," Clint says.

"No, you were verbally attacking me!" I growl. This time, I get my arm out of his grip. "What the hell is your problem?"

"All right, let's just take it easy," Bucky says, trying to become our mediator. "She hasn't done anything wrong. Give her some space, will you?"