Otherwise Known As... | Bucky Barnes

Chapter (18) Eighteen ~ ...the girl who woke up

"Curveball, high and outside for ball one. So the Dodgers are tied, 4-4. And the crowd well knows that with one swing of his bat, these fellows are capable of making it a brand new game again."

I opened my eyes but immediately had to close them again from the blinding light. I slowly opened them once more, giving my eyes time to adjust, and looked around the room I was in.

"Just an absolutely gorgeous day here at Ebbets Field. The Phillies have managed to tie it up at 4-4."

It was a small room, with white furniture. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but that's what bothered me. Something was wrong.

"But the Dodgers have three men on."

I slowly sat up and had a better look around the small space.

"Pearson beaned Reiser in Philadelphia last month. Wouldn't the youngster like a hit here to return the favor? Pete leans in. Here's the pitch. Swung on. A line to the right. And it gets past Rizzo."

I look over to the radio. The announcer sounded familiar. The game did, too. I think I overheard Howard talking about it one day with Steve and Bucky. Howard and I couldn't go cause of Expo stuff and I was making a breakthrough on my flying car, but the other two went. Wouldn't shut up about it afterward.

So why was it currently playing on the radio like it's happening now?

"Three runs will score. Reiser heads to third. Durocher's going to wave him. Here comes the relay, but they won't get him."

The door opened then, revealing a woman who looked around my age. She looked like she was wearing a uniform, similar to the one Peggy has to wear when on base, but it looked... wrong. Her brown hair was down, and not in the regulated up-do all of the ladies have to have, and her lipstick was the wrong shade of red. It was too bright. Her tie was also too wide and too long. It looked like a tie I would steal from Howard when I couldn't find mine.

At an even closer look, she was also wearing an odd bra. I had never seen one that looked like that. There was no point to it, and the cup itself was all wrong. You also shouldn't have been able to see it in general.

"Good Morning." The woman closed the door behind her with a seemingly fake smile on her face. "Or should I say afternoon?" She looked down at her watch.

I scanned her over, trying to find some type of weapon on her. I couldn't see anything, but I did notice how she was holding something in her right hand.

"Where am I?" I asked, studying her posture. Her hands were clasped in front of her and her body language screamed casual. There is no way this lady is in any sort of military.

"You're in a recovery room in New York City."

So I'm back in New York? How did I get here? Is Steve here too? Where's Howard? I had so many questions running through my brain. I look back over towards the radio.

"The Dodgers take the lead, 8-4. Oh, Dodgers! Everyone is on their feet! What a game we have here today, folks. What a game indeed."

"Where. The hell. Am I?" I growled out, tired of this strange lady lying again.

"I'm afraid I don't understand."

She looks nervous. Good. She should be.

"The game. It's from May 1941. Howard wouldn't shut up about it after he saw it. Oh," I paused, looking her outfit over once more. "And no woman in her right mind would be caught dead with lingerie like that."

The lady's fake smile disappeared completely as I stood up.

"Now I'm going to ask again, ma'am. Where am I?"

She pushed a button on the device she had, and two tall men in all black with very advanced-looking weapons entered the room trying to look tall and intimidating.

I don't think they realized how screwed they were.

I quickly threw the radio at one of the men, effectively knocking them out cold when he didn't doge in time. The other came rushing up to me, but I kicked him in the balls, making him drop to the ground. While he was down there, I quickly kicked his head, knocking him out like his friend.

"Where. Is. Steven." I questioned, growing angry and anxious to see my friend.

Right before she responded, the door burst open again to reveal a dark-skinned man with an eyepatch. He was wearing an all-black tactical-like suit with a black leather coat that almost went down to his ankles and combat boots.

"Captain Rogers is currently in the room beside yours. We didn't think it would be wise to worry you further by seeing your unconscious friend beside you. At the moment, I think our suspicions were correct. Coulson, get medical up here to get these two dumbasses." He slightly turned towards another man in a suit and gestured towards the unconscious men on the ground.

"Yes sir." He nodded, walking away.

"Follow me, Agent Stark."

"Who are you? Where am I?" I asked, standing my ground.

"I am Director Nick Fury. Welcome to SHIELD, Agent." The man, Fury, turned his head, then continued walking.

I slowly and cautiously followed the man out of the room, making sure to keep my guard up at all times. Outside of the room I was in seemed to be an even larger room, with white walls and a tall ceiling. I looked behind me towards the original room I was in, which turned out to be a big set of some sort. There was a backdrop outside of it to show a busy New York street. Fury led me out the door and directed me to another one almost right across from the one we were just in.

"He's in here." He said, opening the door and walking right in. The room was the same as mine, fake backdrop and all. I entered the smaller room, and there Steve was, in his almost identical room, laying on an almost identical bed as the one I was on only a few moments ago.

"So are you going to continue to stare or are you finally going to tell me what's going on, Director?" I questioned, my eyes never leaving Steve's sleeping form.

"I'm sorry about all of the theatrics, but I didn't know how else to break it to you two." He started.

"Break what, Nick?" I turned towards him.

"You've been asleep Agent. For almost 70 years."

"How is that possible?" I shook my head, not believing the words I was hearing. This had to be some kind of trick

"My team had been scouring the ocean looking for you two." He started, nodding towards Steve. "We finally picked you guys up about a week ago. Brought you back here to dethaw and wake up."

"Holy shit," I mumbled, walking over and sitting on the edge of Steve's bed.

"There's one more thing you should know."

I looked up at him.

"You're an aunt."

I stared at the man blankly, waiting for someone to tell me it was all some joke.

It never came.

"You've gotta be shitting me."

~ A/n ~

She's baaaack!