A Glimpse Of You

Chapter 5

It's been two dreadful days since you've last seen Bucky. Images of being strapped to the table, the pain, still in the forefront of your mind. Vision from him were stronger then the others, his emotion run stronger then the others give him credit for.
   You sat in Tony's office, waiting for the man to get off the phone. You had been training with Natasha when the A.I summoned you to his office, and now it felt you like were in school again, getting ready to be yelled at by the principal because you made another kid cry.
     He finally hung up the phone, slowly he turned his attention to you. He smirked, picking the red ball off the desk, he tossed it lightly in your direction. You caught it, giving him a bewildered expression.
    "Steve said you did experience something with reindeer games scepter. So I'd like you to try with the ball." He watched your face carefully.
     "But.." you looked down at it, rolling it in your gloved hands, the little ball was dingy, small nicks marred the plastic.
    "Come on daydreamer, I want you to try. Take the glove off and just try." He encouraged, slowly you took one of your gloves off, holding it up to your face. You focused on it, trying to get something.
   "Its ball, and it's red. Probably really old from looks of it." You finally said.
    "Seriously?" He spoke staring at you.
    "It doesn't work this way, I could of told you that. Who's ball is this anyway? Please tell me you didn't rob some poor child of his toy."
    "It was mine from when I was a kid."
    "Well at least I got the old part right." You smirked, Tony rolled his eyes. He held his hand out again this time in it was a knife. The black metal glinting, jagged edges sharpen, you could see see the definition of something that had been carved into long ago.
     "Go on." His word soft.
      "No, please." You eyes met his, still he was holding the blade to you. "Don't make me do this."
     "You need to try." Slowly you took the blade, the heavy weight of rest in your hand. Anger started to build up in your chest, a wave of fear ebbing through you.
   "I'm not gonna fight you. You're my friend." You hear Steve's voice fill the room as you stared and Tony. A wave on confusion washed over you as panic set in.
    "You're my mission. YOU ARE MY MISSION!!" Hearing Bucky's voice strangle out through the mixture of anger, fear and confusion. The nagging feeling returning to the back of you head. Tony's eyes narrowed, as he watch you intently.
   "Then finish it. Cause I'm with you till the end of the line." That nagging feeling bursts to the front of your mind. You dropped the knife, your hands shaking at the amount of emotions that was flooding you.
   "What did you see?" Tony finally asked breaking the silence.
    "Nothing." It was the truth, you didn't see anything.
    "No, something happened. Your eyes went to that thousand yard deer stare." He rubbed his chin.
   "I'm done." You push yourself out of the chair, walking to the door you stopped.
    "Stop, I won't tell you want you want to know about him. That's his story, not mine." You words curt as your own anger started to build. You left with out another word, you went to your room and changed into jeans and a loose shirt. You were done training for the day.
     "Hey, I was thinking about going into the city. Wanted to know if you would like to join me." Steve's words echo through your room. Your heart flipped, you hadn't left since you got here.
    "Really?" You spun facing him, excitement laced your word.
    Hours later the two of you walked Brooklyn, Steve telling you stories about his past. You smiled at him, he had never been one to back down. Finally the two of you stop before an old decrepit building, he pushed the metal gate open and urged you to follow.
    Opening the door the two of walked in, wall paper hung from the walls clinging for dear life on its slow descent to the floor. The stairs to the second floor smashed in, tagging covered the walls. The wood floor marred by water stains, and garbage.
    "What are we doing here?" You finally asked, rubbing you arms. You had a feeling you knew.
    "Helping you understand." He replied as You traced the edge of the banister with your gloved hand.
    "It's an old building, there has to be thousands of memories trapped in here, million of feelings. What ever it is you want me to see I don't know I'll find it." Your words soft, looking away from the super soldier.
    "Could you at least try?" You sighed, your own heart breaking as you slid the glove off. Grasping the banister firmly.
    Anger, happiness, sadness, pain, joy, thousands of emotions flew through you all at the same time. You head reeled as you tried to control the floodgates. Then it hit you, overwhelming grief, your son, he was lost in the war. Your bright eyed baby boy, he was gone. You pushed that thought, that feeling away, trying to drive further into the past.
    "Bucky, we've gone over this, I'm going." Steve's words were laced with pain and longing. It hurt him, it hurt to see his friend wanting to join so bad, but you knew. You knew he would even make through boot camp.
   "Steve, this is war. Not some fight on the play ground." Bucky's words clipped, trying desperately to talk his best friend out of this, not wanting him die on the battlefield.
  "You don't think I know that? You go I go, remember Buck, I'm with you till the end of the line." Your head snapped back to the present Steve, there it was again. That meant more then you had thought.
   "Not this time Steve, you have to stay here. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you. Your ma would kill me." Steve looked up at the walls lost in his own memories, a sad look in his eyes. You released you hold on the bannister.
   "Can we go back to compound?" You asked, his eyes finally be drawn back to you. He nodded and let you lead out of the door.