And they called it Bucky Love

Part 29 - On a Mission!

My mind was racing,  with the words repeating themselves over and over.   I betrayed you.  I betrayed you.    I betrayed you. In my minds eye, I kept seeing blue eyes, but I didn't know why.

"Who did!"  I shouted out as if someone was actually going to answer.   "Who betrayed me? Tony? Tony Stark?   Aargghhhhh!     I hate him so much!"

I flung myself out of bed and strode over to the window.  As I looked out, my heart was racing and I felt like I was going to scream.  

I clenched my fists and then, because I felt so angry, I went over to the wooden chair by the side of the bed and with my left hand, punched at the cushion on it with all my might, a technique that I had used in the past to good effect when I wanted to get some unwanted rage out of my system.

The trouble was, this time around, something went wrong, as the pillow, and the chair it was on, went flying backwards across the room and smashed against the wall by the door.

I looked down in horror at the mess of splintered wood and pillow stuffing that was now strewn across the floor and at that point,  I also noticed the hole in the drywall partition where the chair had made contact.

My eyes wide as saucers, and my mouth in guppy mode, I backed away until I was leaning against the window, and I looked down at my left hand in shock, expecting to see broken bones and blood, but there was nothing,  not even a bruise.  

My God....what is this?   I turned my hand over and examined it in closer detail, just in case it was simply taking a while to react, but there was not even a single sign of redness to be seen.

Tony!   I fumed.   This is to do with him!   I just knew it was. The bastard!  What had he done to me?    And why the fuck was I thinking about Romania?

I knew I had to see him right there and then,  so I threw on some jeans, sneakers and an old Star Wars sweat top,  and made my way out of my apartment block, not really caring what I looked like and how manic I probably appeared.   As I got out into the street,  I shivered at the cooler than expected temperature,  and something else weird suddenly struck me, as I realized I was walking through piles of leaves on the sidewalk.       It's the fall.   But it should only be spring.  

My mind in even more of a daze, I hurried my step and quickly covered the 10 blocks to Stark Towers in what seemed like only minutes.  Well at least I seem to have got a bit fitter,  I thought and I carried on until I reached the glass doors of the lobby.    There were still people about, mainly employees of Stark Industries, and they rushed along  with their normal business as I strode through there like a warship going into battle.     As I passed through to the security desk, I suddenly realized like an idiot, that in my haste to get there as quickly as I could, I'd forgotten my security pass.   I looked at the grey haired guard behind the stand and peered at his name tag.    I didn't have my glasses on either.  Shit.