Wanted || A Bucky Barnes Fanfiction (English Version)

Chapter 6

POV Bucky

We all sat in the meeting room and waited nervously for what Stark had to say.
It wasn't until Thor finally sat down with us that he started to speak.
"As you've already noticed, Y/N had kind of a seizure today. She isn't honest with us and doesn't trust us. She needs to get her memories back, so I've thought of something."
I looked at him hopefully until his gaze wandered to Steve.
Already suspecting what he was about to say, I immediately interrupted him.
"Absolutely not, Tony. That's out of the question," I snapped at him.
He knew that I hadn't been on good terms with Steve since the whole thing went down.
We worked as a team, but I no longer had any interest in him as a friend.
"Barnes, slow down. Steve is responsible for her training. Nat and Wanda, you two take her under your wing. Do something, talk to her. Try to trigger memories somehow and Sam, make sure Barnes doesn't mess anything up!" he said, staring at me seriously as he said his last sentence.
"And what about the rest of us?" Thor asked in a horrified voice.
Y/N was like his sister, he couldn't just do nothing.
"Be like you always are with her, maybe that will trigger more memories. The same goes for you, Clint.
Banner and Vision already know and Barnes," he said, looking at me intently.
"I want you to keep your distance for now," he continued.
I looked at him in shock.
"You know I can't do that, Tony," I snapped at him again.
"Then do it for her sake. You want her to remember just like the rest of us, so do what I say. The same goes for all of you!" he said to the group, slightly threatening.
Y/N was like his kid, same goes for Peter.
Going against his orders wouldn't accomplish anything, so I had to give in.

Speaking of which, where was Peter?

Before I could say anything, Wanda voiced my thoughts.
"He left school at noon today. He'll be back at the end of the week and already knows about his part here," Tony replied, clapping his hands.
"That's it for now," he said and went out the door.

The others followed him but I stayed behind with Nat.
"Bucky, it'll be fine. You have to trust the plan and, above all, trust us," she said to me, looking at me with pity.
I just snorted contemptuously and got up to leave the room.
I ran back to my apartment to think clearly.
They couldn't expect me to just sit back and do nothing.
I hit the wall with full force and screamed in anger. "Fuck!"

POV Y/N

I stared into the nothingness while the TV was on in the background.
I kept going through the memories and trying to trigger more of them, but nothing happened.
Only the, for my taste way too loud, talking crowd coming my way, tore me out of my trance and I looked spellbound at the door as the whole group, except Barnes, entered.
Nat came straight up to me and smiled at me kindly.
She sat down next to me and looked at me expectantly.
"How about we go out tonight?" she asked me enthusiastically.
"I'd like to go out alone today. I need some space," I replied.
I didn't want to offend her, she seemed trusting and somehow familiar, so I continued my sentence. "We could do something together tomorrow?"
She looked questioningly at Stark, as if she was waiting for his permission.
This patronizing attitude made me angry almost instantly.
"I decide for myself. I'm here and I've agreed to help you all, but stop patronizing me. Otherwise I'll just leave, got it?" I said coldly but firmly to them.
"Sure," Stark replied indifferently and shrugged his shoulders, only to then leave the room.
"So, tomorrow?" I asked Nat again.
She smiled at me approvingly and then left the living room again.
I did the same and ran back to my room to get ready.

My head was buzzing and I desperately needed a distraction.
I scurried into my closet and looked around for something suitable.
It shouldn't be conspicuous, but it shouldn't scream wallflower either.
After a while I decided on a simple, wine-red dress. It reached down to my knees and had a slit on the right side that went down to the middle of my thigh.
I wore black strappy pumps and a matching clutch to put the essentials in.
I looked at my watch to see that it was only just before 10 p.m.
So there was still time before I would plunge into New York's nightlife.
I looked at myself in the mirror with joy as the feeling of a looming memory spread.
I decided to let it happen this time and to my surprise I didn't get a stabbing headache like I always would.