Hidden Memories - A Steve Rogers Lovestory

Amilia's first mission

In my room I put on my "combat outfit". Black jeans with integrated knee pads, a functional black top with holders for fist combat knives and on top of that my black leather jacket. I don't really need the knives, but I want to keep my disguise as a normal killer for now. And I like to fight with knives. I don't intend to reveal any of my special abilities today. I take a look in the mirror and put on some makeup to cover up that I was crying. Then I go to the conference room to see what today's mission is. "Ok guys, now that everyone is here," says Tony and explicitly looks at me, "we can finally start. We have received the information that a terrorist organization is trying to steal nuclear weapons." Tony looks at his cell phone and frowns. "And it looks like we have to go straight away. There has already been a fight between the terrorists and the guards." You follow the others, deliberately avoiding Bucky's attempts to talk to you. "Ok Avengers, since the scene is in the city, we're going in two groups," says Steve and then divides the groups. To your relief, you are in a different vehicle than Bucky. The journey takes less than ten minutes. As soon as we get there, we are already in the middle of the action. I fight in line with the others. For the fact that we have never worked together before, we complement each other pretty well. Nat and I have just taken out a group of attackers when Clint calls for reinforcements over the radio. "You go," I call to Nat. "I'm holding the line here." She nods and is gone seconds later. I hear someone sneaking up on me from behind. I turn around and am attacked immediately. I have the upper hand and kick the opponent's legs away. As soon as he is on the floor I hold him on the floor, kneeling on his chest. But then something strange happens. My eyes become blurred and I see Bucky in front of me.
How he, as a little boy, must have been around ten at the time, hangs on the top of a climbing frame. He loses his balance and falls down where he lands hard on the ground. He broke his left arm in the fall.
I am torn from my memories by a sharp pain. When I look down at myself, I see that the attacker took advantage of my confusion and rammed his knife into my stomach. I am perplexed and fall to the ground, the attacker pulls the blade out of my body and runs away. "Oh Fuck" I moan to myself. The wound won't kill me, but without fresh blood it will take days to completely heal. Thank God I cannot die at the hand of a human or a supernatural being. In this situation it is almost impossible to resist fresh blood. There is a hole in my top where the blade pierced it, the black is a little darker than usual. To any outsider, the wound must look damn bad. When I look up I see Bucky looking at me in shock. "Amilia!?" he yells as he comes running towards me. He kneels in front of me and takes a look at my injury. "We have to get you to a hospital right away." He is about to get up and go to get help when I grab his wrist and stop him. "No! Not a hospital! The wound looks worse than it is. But you have to help me," I say and have to swallow hard as my gaze falls on a cut above his right eyebrow. Pull yourself together Amilia. But i need it! Bucky seems unsure whether he should give in to my wish. "We should really take you to a hospital." I shake my head and tear my eyes away from the bloody spot. With a sigh he gives up and asks what to do. "Do you trust me?" "Yes, I do trouble," he says and I know that's the truth. As much as I want and need his blood, I find it reluctant at the same time. After all, I immediately reveal what I really am - a monster. I grab his human hand and slide the sleeve of his jacket up so far that his wrist is visible. "It might hurt a little," I say as I feel the soothing pain in my teeth. Seconds later, I hammered my teeth into the soft flesh on the inside of his wrist and started sucking. With every sip I can feel the wound close. When I have drunk enough so that the wound has healed completely, I spread the secretion, which is in my saliva when I am in hunting mode, with my tongue on the wound to close it. Seconds later there is nothing to be seen. Bucky looks at me with a mixture of shock and confusion. "Thank you Bucky" I say and wipe my mouth to remove any traces. Bucky is still in shock. "What are you?" he asks me. I wonder if it wouldn't be best if I just manipulate Bucky's memory. Then he couldn't remember anything. But something, I can't tell what, is stopping me from doing it. Just when Bucky wants to ask me again what I am I hear Steve's voice. He sees us and comes up to us. "There you are." He informs the others via radio that he has found us. "Come on, let's go." Only now does he seem to notice that I seem to be injured. It can be clearly seen that my shirt is wet around the hole in it. "Are you hurt Amilia?" To my surprise, he kneels down next to me and looks if I'm injured. "No, everything's fine. It's not my blood," I say and signal to Bucky that this is the version we're telling the others. Steve actually looks relieved when he realizes that I'm really not hurt. Funny, does Captain America end up seeing more in me than a spoiled princess? "Come on Steve, let's get Amilia out of here," says Bucky and helps me up. The three of us make our way back home. As soon as we have stepped through the entrance door I leave them both and go into my room. Was it a mistake to reveal the real me to Bucky? Does he see me differently now? Am I still his Trouble now?