Note: I kinda lost access to ao3 for a while. The password reset isn't working, and I forgot, soooo for now it'll kind of not update on there.
POV: Bucky
No one knows.
I'm not sure whether to be relieved or terrified. But no one seemed to note that me and Tony Stark were in the same room, and that that wasn't a good thing.
"Tony Stark, listen to me, who was helping Ultron?" The wizard guy was saying. Tony shrugged it off.
"It was hypothetical. Now I know not to pretend to be evil if I want to stay off your list," he said.
"I'm serious. If the realm is in danger I need to know about it-"
"I'm ahead of you again, Brother!" Thor was saying. My head was starting to hurt, but it always hurt nowadays. I'd taught myself to ignore it.
"There's seventeen questions left, it won't stay that way."
I turn to Loki, saying nothing. After a few seconds, I turn back to my phone. Coincidence. It had to be. It had to be.
But all my instincts tell me to leave. I really wasn't needed here. So I grab my backpack and walk out of the room. Steve notices but I give him a look telling him not to follow me. Everyone else notices too but I assume they could care less. I don't even know where I'm going, probably to find a random room and unpack my junk.
"Are you looking for your room, sir?" someone said. I turned around. No one.
"Who-"
"I am Jarvis, an AI. Tony has multiple spare rooms. Do you want the one closest to Steve's?" The voice was coming from a speaker on the wall. Steve didn't mention anything about that.
"Sure," I said warily.
"Just down the hall to your right," he responded. I went where he led me and ended up in a simple room, bed, dresser, desk, plain walls, and a lockable door.
Good. Simplicity was all I needed, now or ever.
I throw all my clothes in the top drawer of the dresser and put my sheathed knife in the second one. Other than that there's my journal and not much else, a couple pens, and something like ten bucks in an otherwise empty wallet. I open one of the desk drawers, thinking to put my journal there, only to find it full of paper and paperclips and a stapler and all sorts of junk. The rest of the drawers are full too. I finally just put it under the hole-puncher, moving some papers to another drawer so it will close. I'm not sure who would ever need this much paper in their life.
I finally sit down on my bed and have nothing to do but sharpen my knife. So I do. I don't think I've had to use it yet, besides when Steve came, which I don't think counts.
"Buck?" he says, opening the door. I look at him, saying nothing. "Are you okay?"
"I don't know," I shrugged, as he sat down next to me. I re-sheath my knife.
"What happened?" he said, sounding very Steve-like. I sighed.
"One of them said one of the words. Out of order, coincidental. Either way I needed to put away my stuff," I replied. Steve nodded.
"The words aren't very commonplace, are they?" he asked.
"A couple of them are. The rest aren't. I'm pretty sure they only work in Russian," I said. He nodded. "Who's the wizard, who's the kid, and why are we playing a quiz game on stuff we lived through?"
Steve laughed. I didn't, and he finally answered.
"The wizard's concerned about Loki. And not you, I'm going to add," he said, giving me a look. I sighed.
"And the kid?"
"Peter is Tony's intern. And we're playing the quiz game because Peter has a test on it and we have nothing better to do."
"Were you that invested in looking for me?"
"Also Loki's spear. But we found that, and Ultron, and now it kind of got broken. Natasha's training Vision, Wanda, and Pietro, and we ran out of missions a couple days ago," Steve finished. I set down my knife.
"And let me guess, they won't let you party all over New York beating up jerks because you'd actually win."
"I know, right? So unfair."
"You're such an idiot," I muttered. He shrugged.
"I-"
The wizard guy walks through a weird sparky portal that just popped up. I'd instinctively unsheathed my knife, but I set it down again, seeing his face and his stack of papers.
"Let's see... James Buchanan Barnes," He said, lowering the papers to look at me. "Nice to meet you. I'm Stephen Strange."
He set down his papers on my desk to shake my hand.
"Do you live here too?" I ask warily. He smiles.
"No. I'm just trying to make sure reality doesn't implode on itself because of the going-ons of here. Namely Loki. And you being here is a bit of a concern," he explains. "I'm just going to cut straight to the point: You're stable, right?"
"What?"
"Well, you were the Winter Soldier. A series of trigger words and you'd do whatever anyone who knew them said. They don't work anymore, right?"
"Well, no one knows them," Steve cut in. "And they're in Russian. And they aren't commonplace words. So that's not going to be a problem."
"Should I not be here?" I said, "I can leave. That's perfectly fin-"
"It's alright, you can stay," Steve insisted.
"I'm fine with this as long as you can promise me that you're not going to go homicidal on everyone," Stephen said, picking up his stack of papers. Steve nodded.
"He can defend himself. We're fine," he said. Stephen gave him a wary look but left through his portal.
"Why did you say that?" I asked, continuing to sharpen my knife.
"Because it's true. No one knows the words, not in Russian, not in order. We're going to be fine," he said. "Maybe with you here to stop me I can keep beating up jerks in alleys."
"You're going to be fine," I muttered. "I'm going to lose my mind here."
"You're going to be fine too," he said. "After all, I'm with you till the end of the line."
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