"Troop?" Steve whispers. You nod, still taking him in. He was wearing a tight grey exercise shirt with grey sweatpants. His perfect blonde hair stuck up in the front of his head, and his bright blue eyes were set upon you. "I... didn't know that you were coming with Bucky."
You look around the room where the other Avengers were sitting. Natasha Romonoff was on Steve's right while a black man that you haven't seen before was on Steve's left. Bruce was sitting beside the black man with another person that you haven't seen before. Other people were lined up at the table but you only recognized a few people. There was Clint Barton, Nick Fury and Agent Hill. On the end of the table closest to you was Tony Stark.
You stared at him for a minute as he stared back. Neither of you broke eye contact.
"Troop!" Bruce exclaimed causing Tony to look away just for a moment. You also turned to Bruce, satisfied.
"Bruce! How are you doing?" You reply. The man walks over to you and gives you a hug. You still aren't used to these hugs so you just stand there awkwardly with your hands over Bruce's back.
"You're looking a bit pale. When was the last time that you went to the doctor? I can give you a check up right now!" Before Bruce was able to pull you out of the room Stark's voice stopped him.
"Woah big guy. Before you do all of your fancy doctor stuff we need to talk to her."
"About what exactly?" You ask.
"Well we need to introduce you to everyone and figure out sleeping arrangements." Steve tells you, motioning for you to take a seat at the table. You nod but stay standing, crossing your arms.
"Alright everyone. This is Barnes and-." Stark points at Winter before you interrupt him.
"His name is Winter." Stark looks at you.
"What?"
"His name is Winter. The Winter Soldier." You watch as some peoples eyes widen as Stark slowly starts to walk over to you.
"Are you arguing with me?"
"I believe so. Do you have a problem with that?" Before anyone can say anything else Steve intervenes.
"Please guys. Why don't we just see what he wants to be called." Steve turns to Winter, waiting for a response.
"Um... I don't know. Troop? What's my name again?" He whispered the last part, but everyone still heard him. Some expressions softened while others looked confused.
"Which one?"
"All of them." You nod before answering.
"The Winter Soldier, James Barnes, Sargent Barnes, Soldat, or James Bucky Barnes." He thought for a minute, then finally answered.
"James Bucky Barnes." Your eyebrows shot up on your head. "Or just Bucky. Like what Steve calls me."
"Alright! It's settled! Everyone, this is Bucky and Y/n."
"No!" You firmly say. "It's Troop. If anyone calls me Y/n I'll rip your throat out."
"Okay... then thats Troop. You guys know most of these people, but that's Rodey and that's Sharon."
You nod along with Winter.
"So, for sleeping arrangements. Troop, we haven't touched your old room so if you want to stay there you're welcome to. If you want to move somewhere else that's fine too."
"That room is fine, thanks." Steve nods and looks at Winter.
"Is there a place that you would like to be?"
"Um..." Winter says, scratching the back of his neck. You know that he is still not used to making his own decisions.
"Put him on the same floor as me. Is that spare room still open?" Steve nods. "Perfect! We'll get unpacked." You walk out of the room with Winter right on your heels.
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Natasha POV
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The whole exchange was very strange. Barnes was clearly very uncomfortable and awkward while the girl was confident. It was slightly amusing the way he turned to her when he was asked even the slightest questions and the way that he followed her out of the room. Even though he is much larger and stronger than him, she was clearly in charge.
"Clint can I talk to you?" Clint nods and follows me outside of the room. "What do you think about those two?"
"Um, I don't know. What do you want me to say?" I roll my eyes.
"Do you trust them?"
"Not really. But I don't think they are bad people." I nod.
"Okay. That's all I wanted to know." I start to walk down the hall before Clint stops me.
"Wait. Are you worried about them?" He asks.
"Maybe. I don't know. We'll have to keep an eye out for them." He nods and I continue walking towards the elevator.
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Your POV
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You enter your room with Winter still following close behind. You take your bag from him and set it on your bed to unpack later.
"I'm taking a shower." You tell him and walk to the bathroom.
"Is it still okay for me to be here?" Winter asks. When you were still on the run, often while one of you was showering the other would stand just outside of the room. You would talk about random stuff, just trying to make even the small moments less boring.
"Um, ya. I just have to set a towel up since there is a glass door." He nods and you walk into the bathroom. You grab a towel and hang it on the glass pane, blocking Winter's view of you. You walk behind it and take your clothes off before turning the water on. You pump some shampoo onto your hand and start lathering your hair.
"So what do you think of this place?" You ask Winter.
"Um... I don't know. It's nicer than the apartments we were in."
"That's because you never let me pick the apartment." You add conditioner to the ends of your hair.
"And where would you have picked?"
"Somewhere nicer than whatever that was. I prefer no rats." You rinse your hair out and pump body wash onto a lofa.
"Oh come on. I mess up on place and you won't let it go."
"No, I won't it was disgusting. And it wasn't just one place. Remember the one in Vienna?" You rinse your body and turn off the water.
"I don't know why you were so upset. There were just a few cockroaches." You pull some pajama pants and an old T-shirt on before you walk out of the shower.
"There were a little more than a few." You tell Winter, flicking the back of his head as you walk by.
"Ow!" He says in fake hurt.
"Oh you big baby. Now are you going to help me unpack like a gentleman, or are you going to just stand there?"
"Um, let me think. I'm fine right here thanks. You throw a pillow at him and he reluctantly stands up.
"Fine." He sighs.
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Remembered | Book 2 of the Forgotten Series
FanfictionThe second book of the Forgotten series! If you haven't read the first one it's on my profile. After Y/n discovered that she was Tony Stark's daughter, things had changed. She wasn't the same person. She ran from HYDRA, from New York, from Steve. No...
