Brothers from the Past

Chapter 4- Seeing Him Again

Is it bad I don't remember writing some of the things I wrote in Chapter 3? I was reading it like: 'Did I write this? This is actually pretty good.'

English
Italian

Nico POV

"Where am I? What's going on?"

Clint looks confused. "I don't understand what you're saying. Do you speak English? "

Am I not speaking English? I thought I was.

"Um, I'll be right back, sit tight ok?" He quickly heads out of the room and I lay there wondering what's going on.
(A/n: have any of y'all seen Lost? If you have, remember what happened to Sun when someting happened and she was unable to speak English, but could still understand it and write it. That's what had happened to Nico)

Clint POV

I walk into the main room to see everyone waiting. Steve looks up, "Is he ok?" I nod.

"He's conscience, but he doesn't speak English. Or he does and he has head trauma and can't remember it. I don't know what language he's speaking. Anyone willing to translate?" Natasha stands up, and at the same time, Bucky does as well.

"Come on, both of you." Natasha raises her eyebrows. "What? If it's a language you're not fluent in than we have a plan B.

Nico POV

I don't know what's going on. Everything hurts.

The last thing I remember is fighting those things and losing Will.

Will. Oh Gods. What happened to him? Where is he?

The door opens and I turn my head to see the guy, Clint come in the room with two other people following behind. One is a woman with red hair and the other is a man with dark hair. The man looks familiar, but I don't know from where.

Clint looks at me, "Do you understand what I'm saying?" I nod, nervous to speak. He points to the redhead, "That's Natasha," he points to the man, "and that's Bucky. They're both fluent in quite a few languages, so they'll help us communicate. What's your name?"

Bucky?

The name sparks a memory in me. From when I was still living in Italy. A young man and his "special friend."

He was my brother. He lived in America. Now I figure it was because of camp.

He was in the army.

His name was James. But, only mamma called him that.

We called him Bucky.

Is that man in front of me my brother or is a cruel trick from the fates? Knowing my luck it's going to be the latter. But maybe, it's him. Will would want me to ask.

I look at him. "I knew someone named Bucky." He looks surprised and gives a small smile. Bucky looks over to the woman, Natasha, "I think I got it." She shrugs, "Whatever you want Barnes," she turns and, as Lou calles it, sashayes out of the room. (She also claims I sayshay. I do not.) He turns back to me, "Did you understand what Clint was saying?" His voice sounds the same. This better be my brother or-he's looking at me, waiting for a response. I nod. "Do you mind answering the question?" I roll my eyes. "My name is Nico. I think it's kind of stupid to require a translator for a question like that. He problely figured out my name on his own."

Bucky lets out a short laugh, "If he couldn't tell, I'd consider him an idiot. What's your last name Nico?" "Diangelo." His face goes from a blank, calm expression to one full of hope and excitement. I know that this is my Bucky. This is my brother. I have family. I'm not alone. Bucky knows too. He gives me a knowing smile that I return. The other man, Clint, looks confused. "What's going on? Do you understand what he's saying?" (A/n: Dam you Clint for ruining the moment. This was supposed to be heart warming and moving, but it was just meh. F*ck you Barton)

Bucky looks at Clint. "Of course I understand what he's saying. Italian is my first language." Clint looks shocked, "I didn't know that." Bucky shrugs, "No one does. Well, other than Steve, but I tell him everything."

Steve. I met him once.

He was Bucky's "special friend" that would come with Bucky when he wold visit us.

He was skinny. Shorter than Bucky. Blonde. Blue eyes.

"Nico." Bucky's voice snaps me back to reality. "Yes?" He looks at me with concern, "Are you ok?" I'm a bit surprised he switched to back Italian, but I'm glad he did. "I'm fine, just thinking."

"About?"

"Steve."

"What about Steve?" Bucky seems almost defensive about him. I smile. "That mamma always called him your "special friend" and that he was shorter than Bianca." Bucky laughs and blushes slightly, "He's not short anymore."

Clint taps Bucky on the shoulder, "What are you talking about? Sorry if I'm bothering you, but I'd like to know what's going on." Bucky lets out an irritatated noise and turns back to Clint. "Fuck you."

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just...I uh..." He trails off, putting a hand on my shoulder. Clint must realize something's up, "I'll leave you two to talk, and I'll be back in a few minutes. He leaves and Bucky pulls me into a tight hug.

I, with some pain, wrap my arms around him and hold on. Bucky was alive, and I remember him.

Other memories flash before me. I close my eyes, it's too much to take in all at once. I can't focus on one thing when I am getting bombarded with all these thoughts. I let out a sob. It's too much. I lost the first person I've liked to fucking monsters (A/n: Nico said a baaaaad wooord), I nearly died (again), found my brother, and now my past is coming back on me. I can't handle it.

Bucky gently rubs my back. "It's ok. Everything will be ok." I look up at him. I get a good look. His hair is longer, he looks worn and tired. But I still see the playful light in his eyes, it's dimmed, but still there. What happened to him?

"Do you mind me asking what happened to you today? If you don't want to talk about it it's fine, but..." He trails off, waiting for my responce. What do I tell him? Do I tell him I'm on a date? With a boy? How would he react to that? "My...friend and I went out to see a movie, then we headed to the park and then these weird black goo creatures attacked and...and...they took him. I-I couldn't d-d-do an-an-anyth-thing ab-b-bout it." I start crying again for some reason. I don't normally get emotional...so this is weird. (A/n: Nico, hon, you are in love with this boy. So emotions are ok.) "We'll find him. I promise. He sounds very special to you." I bite my lip. Is he implying that he knows? He doesn't seem to be disgusted. I know Bianca was bothered by that sort of thing, but I never knew if Bucky was. I don't want to tell him. At least not yet.

There's a knock on the door and I jump in shock. I quickly wipe the tears from my face as Clint comes back in. "We all good?" Bucky gives a small smile, "Yes. Everything is good. We just have someone to find."