Love Like Ghost

i buried a hatchet, its coming up lavender

The future's unwritten, the past is a corridor
I'm at the exit, lookin' back through the hall

We stood there in a line with me planted between the two of them as we stared at the opened metal doors. Snow flew all around us as we could only assume what we were up against; I found it interesting we had no plan beyond this point. I shivered, maybe at the ominously large steel doors, maybe it was the ghost of my past, or maybe it was just the cold. I felt Bucky's arm first rest around my lower back as Steve's went higher gripping around my shoulder; they pulled me in tight. I felt heat in my cheeks as I kept my eyes straight not daring to try and see their expressions I wouldn't know where to start, I wouldn't know when to stop.

"It's weird here," I spoke staring into nothing. "I never came here, but it feels familiar." They said nothing, so I pulled the hand-gun from the holsters and took the first step unraveling from their warm embrace and walking forward into the darkness. We walked slow with Steve waking ahead while Bucky watched our backs. It was dark and empty with an eerie echoing from the tunnels within. My mind could only imagine up the horrors that this facility held, I could faintly hear the remnant of screams from distant past tortures. The chills ran down my body covering me in goosebumps feeling like my father was not far from those thoughts. We kept walking until we reached an elevator Steve walking in first, then me, then Bucky. It shook and slowly began to rattle down the shaft as we stood there in silence staring at our feet. After a few floors the elevator came to a stop as Steve pulled the door open and began walking further down the hall. It reminded me of my basement, a long concrete hall with miscellaneous doors that led to nowhere, secrets oozing in the cracks.

Bucky began walking up a set of stairs when a loud thud echoed from behind us. "You ready?" Steve asked behind his shield as the noise only got louder. Bucky and I raised our weapon in the direction.

But it was just Tony stepping through and lowering his mask. "You seem a little defensive."

Steve's body relaxed and straightened at the same time. "It's been a long day."

They were walking towards each other, Tony looked at Bucky. "At ease solider, I'm not currently after you."

"Then why are you here?" Steve asked.

Tony shrugged, "Maybe your story is not so crazy after all. Ross has no idea I'm here I'd like to keep it that way." He leaned against a wall, "Otherwise I'd have to arrest myself."

Steve lowered his shield completely, "It's good to see you Tony."

"You too Cap." Tony looked up at me. "Kit-Kat," he started and looked as though he might say something sincere. "If you're looking for a fourth I'm available Monday thru Wednesday."

"Didn't know you swung that way." I chided back allowing myself the small laugh at his try at an apology. His ego was too large for an actually 'sorry' but that was okay.

"Guess we both have daddy issues to work through." He winked playfully, "Let's go kick Russian ass...no offense." He flipped his helmet down and led the way down the labyrinth of hallways. He held his hand out scanning for a sign of anything with us behind him. "I got heat signatures."

"How many?" Steve questioned.

"One."

We crept a little further when the lights suddenly went on around us. Five cryo chambers sat around the room hissing with smoke their frigid ice being felt around the air, and at its center a metal chair. A metal chair so similar to the one my father tortured Bucky in that night. I stepped closer to one of the cryo chambers peering inside of it a hand slowly coming up to my mouth; it was Josef...with a bullet wound in his forehead.