Centuries ↣Steve Rogers/ Captain America{Winter Solider}-BOOK2

||06-i think your parenting skills need work||

"It was him. He looked right at me like he didn't even know me." Steve.

"How is he even alive? He died give or take 70 years ago. He looked like he hasn't age a day." I rambled.

"Zola capture Bucky's whole unit was captured in 43 Zola must have experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall." He explained.

"And turned him into a killer." I finished.

"Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky." He said. Solemnly.

I nudge his shoulder. "Hey, you still got me, and I'm going anywhere."

He gives me an assuring smile. I give a soft chuckle before wincing in pain.

"We need to get her to a doctor if we don't put pressure on her wound, she's gonna bleed out in the truck." Sam spoke to one the agents but ignore his plea.

"Thanks, Prince Valiant but I've been stuff scrapes then this." I compliment between heavy breathes.

One the agents then flips his staff and stabs one agent and delivers a kick to the other thus rendering him unconscious. The agent removes their helmet revealing Maria

Yay Friend!

"Ah, that was squeezing my brain." She says whilst pushing the hair out of her face.

"Marie I've never been so happy to see you in my life." I said before wincing in pain.

"Who's this guy?" she gestures to Sam.

"Sam Wilson, Maria Hill. Now that we got an introduction out of the way can we please escape before I bleed to death!" I exclaimed.

We escaped into the tunnels my arm leaving a trail of blood. Limping from the blood loss Steve helping me stand on my feet.

A man in the distance runs towards us.

"GSW she's lost at least a pint." Maria explained.

"Let me take her." He said.

I give Steve the assuring look to know I was okay to walk on my own.

I limp towards the stranger.

"She'll want to see him first." Maria said.

"Who the hell is him. "I questioned.

We enter a dark room ahead I see a familiar silhouette behind a sheer white curtain. Maria pulls back the curtain. Revealing someone I thought to be dead.

"Dad?" I said. He sits at a table his wounds properly dress and clean, the bruises were starting to heal, and his arm in sling.

"It's about damn time." He said.

I simply glare at him or as Nat says the I wanna hit and or shoot something look on my face.

We all convene with my father he explains everything to us whilst the doctor dresses my wound.

"Lacerated spinal column, a cracked sternum, shatter collarbone, perforated liver." Dad listed.

"Is that all?" I muttered not so eloquently.

"No, but your mother did give me one hell of a headache." He said.

"Oh, you deserve it after all the trouble you put me through your lucky, I didn't have my gun." She teases.

My mother makes her grand appearance.

"Mom, what your doing here?" I ask.

"After the hospital, Maria filled me, and I rushed over" she places her hand on his shoulder and places a soft kiss upon his head.