The memories of Steve flood me and I sink to the ground, crying with despair. Why? Why is it all happening now? Why do I suddenly remember these things again? I don't see any point in it. I sit with my knees drawn up, my arms wrapped around me and let everything out. I don't know how to deal with it. Do I even want to deal with it? Actually, I just want everything to be the way it was before Fury sent me to the Avengers. I can't possibly stay here. I'm not ready to face this part of my past as well. So I can't go back home. But I already have a plan where to go. A place that the others don't know and that is far from the Avengers. Far from Steve ... and from Bucky. I will go to Mystic Falls. Bucky will hate me for it, but I have to go. So quietly that nobody can hear me, I sneak into the Avengers headquarters, pack up my things and write a short letter that I slip under Bucky's door on the way out. "I hope he can forgive me one day" I think as I make my way back to the front door. I don't know exactly how I want to get to Mystic Falls. I don't want to take any of Tony's cars, he can certainly track them and find me. Down the street I see a car with the door open in front of a small liquor store. It's a little black car, an Opel Corsa. As I get closer I see that the car is empty, but the key is in the lock. "Well, whoever comes out of the store will be surprised," I think and laugh to myself as I throw my bag on the passenger seat and sit down on the driver's seat myself. Seconds later, I steer the car onto the street and accelerate.
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Hidden Memories - A Steve Rogers Lovestory
FanfictionAs a self-protection, from the traumatic experiences of her past, Amilia has locked out her past. In fact, she hardly remembers anything. And the little she remembers is fuzzy and unclear. All she knows is that having to deal with these things would...
