Consider Your Ass Saved

Chapter 2

Lydia's POV

​ "I can't believe we just left him there!" I panic, flying the plane aggressively.

"Can you please turn on autopilot before you kill us?" Bucky yelled, struggling into the co-pilot seat. I stubbornly press the command button and say "halt and camouflage" which caused the plane to stop moving. I stormed out of my seat and plopped onto one of the couches with a loud grunt/sign combo. Bucky followed me and stood next to my frustrated body. "This is Steve we're talking about. Toughest guy I know." Though I appreciated the reassurance, I was still torn up over leaving without him. Bucky sighed, "Look, we'll go back for him later. Right now we need to come up with a plan of retaliation." With that I stood up and walked over to the dufflebag Steve brought with him.

"I bet you wanna get out of that old jumpsuit. Here, put these on." I say, pulling out a black wifebeater and a pair of blue jeans (both being Steve's, of course)

"Thank you." He responded, taking the clothes from me. I sit back down and begin a slight interrogation.

"So, you have your memory back?" I asked. Bucky unzipped the jumpsuit and pulled it off of his top half to put the tank top on,

"After I left, it slowly started to come back. Everything adds up when your stuck in a quiet cell, I guess. But yeah, I remember everything." he tells, letting the rest of the suit drop off of his body to put the jeans on which causes me to look away and fiddle with the plastic plant next to me. I guess he isn't very shy. "The worst part about getting your past memories back is still remembering your new ones. Realizing that you did so many terrible things to people who were otherwise innocent." He continued. It broke me to hear him beat himself up over something he couldn't control. I got back up and went to the "break room" area of the plane to get some ice cream.

"You hungry?" I asked, opening the freezer to grab the vanilla ice cream.

"Hell yeah I am." He reacts. "So why is the aircraft still but in the air? Doesn't that make us a target?"

"Actually, we camouflage with the sky. They can't see us, but we can see them." I explain, scooping ice cream into two bowls and topping them with a cherry. I walk back in to see a fully clothed Bucky sitting on the couch. I hand him a bowl and spoon and sit on the couch across from him. I take the cherry off the top and eat it, then out of habit I put the stem in my mouth and begin tying it in a knot. Every since I learned how to tie a stem I would do that for the hell of it. A few seconds later I pulled the stem out and sat it on a napkin on the coffee table in front of me to eat my ice cream.

"You know there was this old myth back in my day that said if you could do that than you were a good kisser." Bucky laughed.

"People still use that today actually... and it's not a myth. Of course I cannot speak for myself, but I know a few who can do it and they are wonderful kissers." Then Bucky stuck his stem in his mouth and pulled it out five seconds later to show a very awkward knot.

"Didn't think I could do that anymore." He admits. I pick mine up for a comparison,

"See how loose yours is when compared to mine? The tighter, the better."

"Well, it's been decades since I practiced." Bucky tells.

"Oh really? Steve told me that you were the ultimate ladies man." I laugh.

"It's kinda hard to get girls when your game is rendered. Most ladies don't exactly find a metal arm attractive." Bucky utters. I guess that means I'm not most ladies. I sit my bowl on the table and walk over to sit next to him.

"Forget what 'most ladies' think. I think it's very badass." I seat myself indian style on the couch, facing the left of him to where I could get a better look at it. The arm was perfectly symmetrical to his real one and had a red star on it. I wrapped my hands around it and rubbed my thumbs over the smooth metal.

"Is it sad that I half-expected to feel that?" Bucky wondered, seeming a bit sorrowful in tone. I didn't answer as I studied the intricate patterns of where the pieces met. Before I knew it, Bucky had asked another question. "So you never gave me your name. What is it?" It snapped me back to reality.

"Agent Lydia Knox" I tell.

"Agent? I thought Shield was gone." Bucky wondered. I chuckled,

"Trust me, I was an agent before all that but I've had that title for a long time." I explained. Bucky squinted,

"You look no older than 24."

"Well, my driver's licence says 25, but thank you. I have PHD's in Aerospace Engineering, Statistics, Computer Engineering, Psychology, and History. Guess I did so well in that field because I lived through a lot of it. After all, I am 86 years old." Bucky positioned himself to where he was facing me on the couch.

"How are you 86?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. I just keep living and stay young for some reason. The older I get, the more knowledge I gather. In my life I have been head of the Secret Service, member of the CIA, and an FBI agent. My powers of clairvoyance and tychokinesis allow me to see bad things before they happen and possibly stop them. It definitely comes in handy in this area. I took the Avengers Initiative early last year because I can kick ass and take names."

"If your really tychokinetic, what will happen in the next five minutes?" Bucky questioned. I look into the scenarios and find whats to come.

"Well in 4 minutes and 13 seconds you lean in and kiss me, I kiss back and the rest is unreadable from there on."

"How about I move that a bit closer to now?" He hints. I shrug,

"Sometimes fate can be changed." Bucky then starts to lean when all of the sudden we hear someone yelling our names. We spring up and look out the window to find Steve running and yelling for us. I turn off the camouflage and put us in land to where the Cap can see us. I open up the door and he runs in,

"We need to leave, now!" he yelled. I get us in the sky and we take off.