Repressing Memories [A Sequel of Sweet Memories Suddenly Forgotten]

Chapter 18- Nick Fury

SLICE.

Tony sliced in half the next foot long log from his pile, chopping it in half.

For a couple of hours; he, Steve and recently appearing Bucky had been chopping piles of wood for the Barton family. It was indeed a good stress reliever, especially when there wasn't anything else left to do at this point.

"Thor didn't say where he was going for answers?" Tony questioned the two American heroes, throwing the two halves into his own pile, which was, at least, half the size of the other two's.

While Bucky gave a small scoff under his breath, Steve looked to the billionaire bitterly, "Sometimes our teammates don't tell us things." He stated more or less glancing fully to Tony as he spoke, just before bringing down his own axe, easily chopping his wood into two pieces without breaking a sweat.

As Bucky went to grab another one of the wood pieces, ready to cut the next, he commented, "We were kind of hoping that Thor would be the exception, and well, we were proved wrong, again."

"Yeah, jut give him time," Tony replied, feeling ill-will getting thrown towards him just a nudge. "We don't know what the Maximoff kid showed him." For him, it was watching all his teammates die, all his friends. While he was left alive – the only one to bear the weight of the dying world. He just couldn't let that happen – he needed to save everyone he cared for.

The sound of Bucky bringing his axe down sounded.

"'Earth's mightiest heroes.'" Steve quoted with a scoff, going to grab another log. "Pulled apart like cotton candy."

Tony suddenly narrowed his eyes between the two, "Seems like you two walked away all right." He noticed that they hadn't had quite the toll taken on them, from what he's seen anyway after the Maximoff girl placed everyone (barring two) under a spell.

Bucky noticed the eye narrowing, so he returned it with a harder look. "Is that a problem?" He knew they hadn't actually come out of it pretty easily; Steve had mentioned what he had seen, seeing Peggy again after the war, but it wasn't all flowers and roses. More like confusing. For him; he had watched his love die in his arms, and he couldn't do a thing to stop it.

They were just better at hiding what was going on in their heads than others.

Tony just shrugged, "I guess I just don't trust a guy without a darkness." He cut another piece of wood in two, "Call me old fashioned."

Steve was just staring at him, "Well, let's just say you haven't seen it yet."

Suddenly, it was almost as if the wood had been forgotten when Tony moved closer to the other two, staring at them.

"You know Ultron is trying to tear us apart, right?"

"Well, I guess you'd know, wouldn't you?" Bucky said with a hard tone, readying his axe again. He scoffed, "It's just the matter of if you'd tell anyone is the main question."

Tony once again, turned defensive. "Banner and I were doing research!"

"And that would affect the team." Steve pushed.

"That would end the team!" Tony yelled, "Isn't that the mission? Isn't that the 'why we fight'?" The anger inside both American heroes was rising as he continued, "So we can end the fight. So we get to go home!"

The rounded log Steve was holding suddenly snapped in two; he had literally just ripped it apart with both his hands. No use from an axe. Bucky, on the other hand, was feeling his day slowly become dimmer and dimmer because of Tony – even after the amazing morning he's just had.