[2] Just A Lost Girl | Avallone the Avenger

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

"Recreate?" I managed to choke out while in such close proximity to a sexy lunatic.
He looked down into my eyes, his green ones mesmerizingly deep.
"Yes, recreate. Before your crash, I took you here at least twice, and well, uh," he stuttered and looked away. Why? What happened here? I wanted to scream, but my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth. I couldn't find the words to explain why was going on, and right then, I needed them.
"Avallone?" Bucky questioned, his face contorting with anger and jealousy. It was fair enough though, I was pressed pretty tightly against Loki, who was staring into my eyes.
The god of mischief omitted a low growl and released me. In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared around the corner.
Bucky turned to me, his dark eyes glistening with - tears? He was crying, over me? Did I really mean that much to him?
"What was that?" He demanded. I cowered at the sound of his voice and averted my gaze to the ground. Probably wasn't the best move to do when caught practically cuddling with someone that he hated.
"Loki said that he knew a way to get my memories back. I let him take me here. I didn't know what he was really doing, but he mentioned something about recreating the scene." I knew that I couldn't argue my way out of the situation with excuses, but that seemed like all my explaining sounded like pathetic excuses.
James huffed and pulled me towards him, his minty breath hitting my face like the stinging cold of an early winter morning.
"I hate that man. If you don't stay away from him, I'll kill him." He growled, his metal arm crushing the bones in my wrist.
I stared to whimper, but he didn't release his grip on my arm. It was going to bruise and I was going to have to explain.
"Stop being so overprotective! I'm a grown woman who is quite capable of making my own decisions and the like. I don't need someone to tell me what to do, even if it is someone I have feelings for!" My voice becoming louder and angrier with each word.
"I had the impression that you had feelings for Loki!" He yelled back. His brown eyes were piercing and menacing as they condemned me.
I laughed bitterly.
"I could never feel anything but pity for that man. Bucky, James, listen to me, I have feelings for you, no one else." My bitterness just melted away into raw emotion. I wanted him to hold me in his arms and make it better, but that wasn't an option right now.
"Really? Because you were getting pretty close with that Asgardian."
I finally managed to struggle out of his grasp.
"You seriously don't believe me? I would not hesitate to kill that man, and yet I would lay down my life for you, and you still doubt me?"
James took a step back. He looked like he was ready to make an escape. No, please don't leave me.
"Your loyalty has been put to the test, and I know where it lies. It lie with that pathetic god that we all hate. For some reason, you favour the villain over the heroes. Why Avallone? What is so special about him?" His voice had dropped to a helpless whimper.
"Nothing! I don't care for him!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs now, and I was angry. But my anger wasn't grounded truly in anything. I couldn't find what made me angry, I just knew that I was.
James stared at me, unable to form an answer. Please, oh gosh please believe me.
"I- I don't know how to respond to that," he stated bluntly. "But, did you really mean that? Honestly, truly?"
It hurt so much to see him so broken and so in need of someone to love him.
"Yes James, I meant it, and still do." I laid my hand on his upper live arm and gently rubbed circles on his bare skin. He was wearing a black t-shirt today with black jeans, it looked good on him, much better than his Winter Soldier get-up.
Suddenly, I was enfolded into a crushing hug, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.
"How about we go back to the tower?" I asked him, smiling at his now happy demeanor.
"Okay."

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"Wait, what?!" I demanded, slamming my fist down onto the table. Yes, okay, I was being a bit dramatic, but I think that this situation needed it.
"You heard me right, Agent Avallone," the man in front of me, who I was told was the Nick Fury, said, crossing his arms across his leathered chest. Man, he was intimidating. Gah.
"So, you're just going to drop me off, goodness knows where and leave on a dangerous mission with all my friends?" Being informed that I was to leave Stark Tower to go and live in one of Tony's many mansions did not sit well with me, especially considering I would be alone in this.
"Not all you're friends, Agent, just most of them. You will still have Loki and the Mr Barnes." Yes, what a great comfort. Okay, James yes, that's good, but Loki?
"Does Tony know about this?" I delve further into the situation with more queries. I seriously doubt that he did.
"Yes, Stark knows, as do the rest of the Avengers." Okay, I admit, I was wrong.
"B-but this is so . . . sudden. How come we only know about it now?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this. The Avengers are leaving for some place in Russia, I think it was, to get Loki's scepter and bring it back to the Tower. Why do I have to leave for all of this?
"You only know about it now, the rest of the team has known for weeks. It has been scheduled for quite some time, but we needed to sort out the minor details before we told you." He stated. Great, the people who I trust with my identity have been keeping something important from me. What good friends I have here.
"Okay, so when do I leave?"
Fury didn't speak for a while, which I found weird. It was a simple question that only demanded a simple answer.
"Tonight."
"Uh . . . . ."