A Little Song Bird

Broken Pieces

January 15, 1992- Bucky 

"Rude and shine, soldier."

It is what drags me from the depths of unconsciousness and slowly my eyes co-operate. Bright lights flood my vision and make me squirt at the figure at my feet.

When did I get in bed?

Slowly my vision clears and the hospital room comes into focus along with a pissed off Fury. Fucking hell everything hurts and my head feels seconds away from splitting. The groan slips out as I shift to sit-up.

Fuck Fury - "Where's my wife?" The words are like sandpaper against my throat and tongue but she's more important... no matter what we're going through.

The mysterious man only grips the foot of the hospital bed and shakes his head.

"You're damn lucky to be alive. Exactly three weeks ago Adhara tracked you down to DC." Pausing, he reaches into his pocket and reaches into his leather cloak. He tooses something and plops into my lap. Three weeks ago?

The mask.

"Three weeks?" Have I been unconscious that entire time? Where is Addie? Would she leave me?...... Right?

"What do you remember?" He shoots back. Closing my eyes I racked my brain, trying to put together my splintered memories - wait.

Looking back at him, Fury just crosses his arms and gives back an impatient glare. "I was undercover at Hydra, then someone knocked me out- then everything splintered.... What did I do, Fury?"

Scoffing, he tosses a file at me now, stamped across it is Winter's Night in big black letters. "Everything's in that file but none of it means a damn thing at the moment."

Burning anger stirs deep in my chest, the metal arm clicks faintly as my hand curls into a fist, "What in the fuck is going on?"

"That woman loves you more than I can even put into words, yet you broke her that day." Immediately, that make-shift hospital room flooded my memory, her desperate pleas and the green cast.

Dropping my head back on the pillow, I sigh, "I know. It felt like the right thing at the time."

"Well I hope for fucks sake you found whatever chakra bullshit you were looking for cause she needs you now."

"Where is she, Fury?"

"Currently a higher power has demanded I keep you away till she's awake."

"Awake??" Unease settles in my gut, soothing away the heat of my anger oddly enough. "A higher-what?!- I want to see my wife."

Dryly, he chuckles, unfazed by my deadly tone, "yeah and I'd like to meet the pope. You're staying there until I get word." Frustratingly I sigh, dropping my head back and glaring up at the ceiling. Finally I take note of the stiffness throughout my body, carefully I flex my right hand and it feels like deadweight.

"You've been out for nearly three weeks.." He offers as he flicks through another file, unmarked, but his eyes never leave the pages, "All I know about your time with Hydra is two things." Promptly the file in his hands snaps shut and he looks up at me.