A Glimpse of Fire

8

   "Take me to what's left of the orphanage." You demanded, your hands resting on the hood of the car as Tony and Bucky walked out of the hospital.
    "Doll.." Bucky sighed, you held your hand up cutting him off.
    "Sweetheart, I know your concerned, but if your going to argue with me on this then save yourself the trouble and go home." You stated defiantly, as Tony hit the button to unlock the car.
    "I'm going to sit in the car while the two of you have your lovers tiff." Tony stated, getting behind the wheel of his car.
    "Y/n," Bucky sighed again, grabbing the backs of your arms as he walked up to you. "I'm not going to argue, I know when you've set your mind to it there's nothing that's going to stop you. Only thing I ask is, can we take it easy?"
     "I am, I waited for you two to get to the car." You smiled up at him, opening the passenger side door.
     "100 years, and you my dear are going to be the death me." He jested back, kissing you briefly before getting in the back seat.
    It took less then an hour to find the charred out remains of what used be the orphanage. You stepped out of the car, staring at the blacken building. Bricks darkened, parts of the wall still reaching to the sky, the yellow police tape wrapped around the gate that lead up to the building.
    You walked up to gate as shiver tore its way down your spine. The fire had been intense from what Tony had told you, almost instantly erupting from just about every room. You looked at the gate, it was slightly parted the chain hung loosely.
    "So this is the building?" Bucky asked from behind you, glancing over at Tony.
    "According to GPS." Tony replied, you reached out and grabbed a hold of the wrought iron metal.
     "Miss, this home is for children who are gifted, ones that have no where else to go." The phantom male voice stated, you ducked under the chain and over to the other side.
"Yes, I understand. It's just.. I can't raise her on my own, the place where we're from, the people, they talk." A young woman responded, you could hear the fear lacing her words. "She knows things, things she shouldn't. The devil is in her."
    "Miss, I assure you, the devil is not in your child." He responded with amusement. "But, if you insist on not taking her with you, I'll get the form drawn up."
   "Yes, please." You looked over the men that came with you from the other side of the gate. "Her name is y/n"
    You looked at your fiancé tears forming in your eyes. You felt yourself bite your bottom lip, your own mother had been scared, not just scared but terrified of you. When Bucky's gaze landed at you after taking in the sight of the building you let your own eyes snap down.
     "Mommy?" God, your voice sounded so small, so confused. "Mommy, where are we?"
   "With some very nice people." The woman had responded, anger welled up in your chest.
"When are we going home?" Your own heart broke the child that you had been, the girl you didn't remember.
    You dropped your hands from the fence, it wasn't till the tear hit the dirt at your feet did you realize that you had been crying. Slowly you lifted your head, Bucky reached through the fence and wiped a tear from your cheek. His face was laced with confusion and pain at seeing you cry. You took a deep breath and nodded before turning to face the building.
    "Tony, can you hang back?" Bucky asked as you continued up the dirt and stone path to where the door had been.
    Bucky snapped the chain with his metal hand and pushed the gate open. He followed you up to where you had stopped, your arms wrapped tight around yourself to ward of the feelings that washed over your body. You looked over at him, the evening sun lighting up his face.
   "You sure about this, doll?" He finally asked, breaking the silence.
   "Do I want to? No. But I have to." You stated, before walking up the soot covered steps to what was left of the door.
    You grasped the door knob, thousands of voices floated through the air, hundreds of emotions filled you at once. You focused, finding the voices of the man and who had been the woman to give birth to you.
"How old is she?" He asked, you could hear the sound of a pen scribbling across paper.
"She's five." The woman responded, five. She gave you up after having you for five years. Long enough for you to know her, love her, have people that probably cared about you and she just gave you away.
"Mommy, there is little boy in hall." Excitement, the thrill of making a new friend.
"That's Aidan, he lives here, I'm sure he would like to meet you." The man spoke up as the pen stopped scratching.
"Mommy, can I?"
"Go right ahead."
You opened your eyes, heart beating heavy in your chest. You looked over your shoulder at Bucky, his eyes never left you. Tony stood behind leaning against the car, phone to his ear.
"Where's Mommy?" The childs voice asked after a few minutes.
"She went out." The man lied, a part of you knew, she left and didn't come back.
You could feel the tears slipping down your cheeks. Anger building inside of you at the woman who left you to these monsters. You wondered if she felt guilty for leaving you, her child behind after all this time. If she ever wondered what kind of person you turned out to be.
You pushed the memory forward in time, you need to know exactly why Aidan did what he did. You needed to know more about him.
"No, please don't" a boys voice softly called out. "It hurts."
"Aidan, you have to take your medicine." The voice, it was that of the nurse for before.
"I don't like it!" He screamed.
"Aidan, would you hold still?" The crisp sound of skin hitting skin reverberated in your head, followed by the sounds of soft crying. "Why can't you be more like your cousin, y/n? She takes her medicine like a good kid."
"Please, you're hurting me!" He screamed.
In a split second the air around you rippled, the knob the door started to liquify in your grip.
Bucky stood frozen for the half a second that flames flicked from your body, engulfing you in a ball of fire. And just a suddenly as it started so did the fire repellent, white powder hitting the flames with full force. The iron bracelet didn't stop until the last flicker of amber was put out.
Bucky rushed to you, your body crumpled on the ground. Your clothing was charred and mostly missing, the palm on your hand was badly burned. Other that you looked okay, Friday read off your vitals, everything was back to normal.
"Tony, I think we're done." He yelled out, turning to see him standing directly behind him.