You Mean Everything To Me (Avengers/OUAT Fanfic)

3. "Yeah, we know his backstory."

[Willow]

I was confused.

Who were these people? What did they want from me? I knew what to do when I got captured, either find a way to escape or if everything else goes wrong, kill myself, but I didn't want to. That was part of the order. And today was the only day there was a break in the order, and look at what had happened. I escaped the hell hole.

I looked outside of the black SUV we were in. The world was so different. These massive TV screens, girl looking more comfortable in their skin than 11 years ago, the music playing on the radio was amazing! It was something about a doll house, it was really good.

After getting out of the Mafia house, I couldn't speak to anyone. My voice was working, but I couldn't bring myself to say thank you. I just kept muttering under my breath.

Sto bene, non è un sogno. Sto bene, non è un sogno.

After about an hour driving, I started to listen in on the other people's conversation.

"We don't know where the hell Ash was this morning..." "...fine, just starting to crawl."

I heard the man with the arrows, Clint Barton?, talking about his family and the sense of pride he gave off was uplifting. I smiled as I looked at him.

"... last I heard he was in this area. Someone told me." "Are you sure it's Bucky?"

At this point my head snapped up. The man in blue, red and white was the first speaker, the man who came out of the robot suit was the other. Steve Rogers and Tony Stark I think they were called. I cleared my throat slightly and tried to speak.

"Stai parlando di Bucky Barnes?" I asked, completely forgetting to speak English.

"As I said before, we speak normal, not foreign." Tony said, whilst Steve looked shocked.

"Did you just say Bucky Barnes?" He asked me.

I nodded my head slowly. "Sorry, I asked if you were talking about Bucky Barnes." I asked quietly.

Steve looked like he was about to cry. "You know him?" He asked, his voice breaking.

I nodded again. "One day, I was in my room and they brought in a man. They said they'd pick him up again later. He sat in the corner mostly muttering 'James Buchanan Barnes, Steven Rogers.' I asked him who he was and he said he didn't know. Throughout the day he told me that Hydra had brai-" I was cut off abruptly by Natasha, who was also listening now. In fact, the whole car was.

"Yeah, we know his back story." She said sarcastically.

"As I was saying, he told me he was starting to remember who he was, that he was in the army in World War II. He told me he was trying to figure out who he was. He knew he was Bucky Barnes, but he had no clue who Bucky was. He told me he was going to escape the Mafia and find a man called Chester Phillips. I don't know who he was, but he was intent on finding him. Then he got taken out. He was the first person I spoke to in 10 years. That was a year ago." I said finishing.

Everybody looked at me, but then said nothing and carried on looking at the road. I eventually did the same.

HI! Omg, I just realised I had to update today and wrote this in an hour! I'm sorry it was so short, I promise the next one will be better, I've just had a stressful week. You'll hear from Alex and Tove on Thursday (Sorry if the chapter order, us meeting then me arriving, is a bit messed up.).

Thanks so much for reading, have a perfect week, see you on Tuesday!

Sophie xxx