Brace Yourself (Sequel to "Consider Your Ass Saved")

Chapter 11

Lydia's POV

To say that Bucky was in the doghouse was a huge understatement. My emotions flared up a few hours before I went to bed about him buying me beef Ramen instead of chicken. I made him sleep in the jet instead of the bed we shared at the school. We've been here for three months now, and everyone seems to have found something to do. Assisting Logan in History was fun because he occasionally messes up a date or event and I correct him, which causes the class to yell "Knox'd". 

I lied in my bed, indecisive over whether or not I made a mistake kicking Bucky out for the night. It's gotten harder and harder to fall asleep without cuddling up with someone. It got to the point where I lied there for an hour before crying uncontrollably. Clint, who roomed next to me with Sam, walked in when he heard.

"Hey... what's wrong?" He wondered softly, sitting on the side of my bed and pulling me into his chest. I sniffled,

"I can't sleep." My voice cracked. Clint knew how to fix this. He motioned for me to scoot over, which I did, and he lied down for me to wrap my arms around his torso and snuggle into his chest.

"Does anybody wanna explain where the hell you are?" Fury yelled over the phone. We left him at the base because we were unsure of where his loyalties lie between us and Stark. He no longer trusted Tony, but that didn't mean he wouldn't sell us out in an effort to get the team together again like he was trying to do. It was also sketchy that he didn't notice us being gone for a whole three months. "I've been trying to track you down but nothing is coming up on radar." He told. Right... that explains it.

"Look, if Stark found me he would take my twins."

"And what does that have to do with me, Knox?" He asked. 

"You're always trying to bring us all back together. If you tried to get Stark over here, innocents would be put in danger." I told. 

"Have I ever sold you out to Stark before? Even when Rogers moved everyone to a new base I didn't give it away." He reminded me. I crinkled my face,

"You probably don't know where our location would be if I told you. Did you try tracking Dolly?" I wondered. Dolly was the name that was given to the jet we took here. Fury went silent for a moment,

"Alright, found you. I'm on my way."

Soon enough I began realizing the cost of everything happening. I'm about to start a family and a life that will all be gone before I am. I will eventually have to bury Bucky one day as well as Pietro... My sons... I started to fear the inevitable. I've let my emotions cloud my judgement for so long that now the thing I've been avoiding is happening. This life I built for myself centered around other people will fall apart one day because of my selfishness. Maybe these thoughts are selfish as well... But I can't do this. I have to run... But how? I'm almost 9 months pregnant and I have eyes on me all of the time. These boys have to stay with their father and at this point it's become Bucky and Pietro sharing the title. I want my sons to be raised by them and only them. I can't take the thoughts of losing them so I'll leave before I can care. Painful, but necessary. It may mean planning with Fury, the one person who seems to get why I'm afraid. He saw it before I did.

"This will involve you faking your own death. I've done this many times, so I can help you out. It would mean breaking the hearts of the ones who love you. Are you willing to do that?" Fury said as we spoke in the conference room of the school. I shrugged,

"I've done worse things to better people." I admit.

"That's the spirit." He replied. "Now... How do we kill the unkillable?"