A Glimpse of Fire

14

   You thought the car ride back to the tower would of calmed down your fiancé down, but judging by the fact he slammed the car door when he got out told you hadn't. Or the fact he didn't say so much as a word to you on the way back up to your room, it wasn't till you notice he grabbed a bag and roughly threw some of his stuff in it did you realize just how mad he was.
    "I need some space, and some time to think." Bucky told you, pulling his bag up from the straps, he didn't even look at you the entire time.
    Tears were slowly slipping down your face, and all you could was nod as he opened the door and closed it behind him. Gently you crawled up on the bed a few short days ago the two of you shared, curling tightly into a ball, allowing the tears to stain to your pillow. You had let it come to this, if your incessant need to know everything hadn't gotten the better of you Bucky wouldn't be storming down the hall to his old room.
    Your wrapped your arms around you stomach, holding the one thing that should matter the most. The one thing during this whole event you seemed to have put on the back burner. You needed to stop, and let whatever happen, happen. Aidan would find you soon enough, you needn't go looking for him.
    Slowly your eyes closed, sleeping taking over your tired body.
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    Tony sat in the lab, twirling a pen while he read through a couple of the journals he took from the shed. Obviously the people there were conducting experiments on children, that was evident by what you, Aidan and Isiah had gone through. He wrote down the drugs they had mixed together asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. to look into them.
    "Hey, Tone." Bruce announced as he walked in, wearing a coat a size to big, dwarfing the man.
    "Do you remember any experiments in the sixties? Ones specifically using children?" Tony asked, looking up from the book.
    "Not sure on the dates but I do know some children who termed gifted had been used for experiments, to see if psychic abilities were possible." Bruce responded picking up the paper Tony had been writing on. "These are some heavy drugs, what's going on?"
    "Well, y/n, didn't have the perfect childhood she thought she did. Her mom dropped her off at a facility up state, and she was actually experimented on. These are some of the drugs they used on the children before her." Tony explained. "It seems they were trying to create a superior mutant, by pumping these kids with this concoction and subjecting some of them to intense pain or electrical current in some cases."
    "Jesus, Tony, how did you guys find all this out?" Bruce asked him, sitting on the metal table.
     "Remember how y/n had to go down to med bay because her skin temp rose to high for normal human possibilities?" Tony watched as the other man slowly nodded. "She was having a dream of another kid, Aidan, a fire starter. Anyway it led to go us going upstate to try and figure out what the hell was going on, turning herself into a human torch at one point."
     "I thought her abilities were just second sight." Bruce stated, his brows pinching together.
     "That's what all of us thought, but after this concoction it changed her, she can draw on other abilities that those around her have, with just a single touch, or a memory to spark it." Tony sighed, setting the journal to the side. "That isn't the worse part."
   "How can that not be the worse part Tony, growing up thinking you had a semi normal childhood only to find out your mom dropped you off with a mad scientist." Bruce exclaimed.
    "Well, when the experiments were called off they decided to disband and destroy the 'test subjects' via the Asset. I'm assuming that's what she saw when she touched Buck-Boy. It's in the books I grabbed, and we both only know one person who was ever called by that name."
     "What the hell, this is sounding more and more like a Hydra operation." Bruce said, running his hand through his salt and pepper hair. Tony didn't say anything but reached over to the black book sitting next to the other man and slowly flipped it over. The name was written in red, in Russian, and under the writing was the all to familiar skull and eight tentacles. Bruce's gaze lifted from the book back to Tony.
    "The two of them are more alike then they know, both experiments, both used by Hydra." Tony replied.
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    Bucky was covered in a thick layer of sweat, his sweatpants clung to him as he threw punch after punch into the canvas bag. The chain it hung from creaked with every fist that landed into it. His mind realing from the last twenty four hours.
    He hadn't remembered you, the child who looked at him wide eyed with terror as you hid partially behind the older woman. You looked small and frail compared to the woman you had become. Angry welts around your wrists and dots of red in your arms. The older boy's face was of pure rage, his hands raising as flames sprung from every surface between him and three of you.
    Back then he followed every command given without question, he was sent to kill you all and had failed. Even rushing out into the inky night he had failed to see any sign of where you had gone. And then like a switch it was day break in his memory, as much as a part of him wanted to believe it was from the multiple times they had wiped him there was still this strong since something else had happened in that time jump.
    When he had returned to his handlers they were pissed he had failed, and refused to acknowledge his sudden lapse in memory. They wiped him shortly afterward and put him on ice, keeping him hostage from the world till they needed him again.
    "Bucky!" Steve's shouting disrupted his thoughts. The former soldier snapped back to the present and looked at the canvas bag that was deflated, sand piled beneath it, the fabric soaked in crimson. Bucky looked down at his hands, his right knuckle was torn open and bled freely to the floor, fabric clung to the plates in his left knuckles. "What has gotten into you?"
    "Nothing." He replied tersely, walking over to the table where he had dropped off his bag. He unraveled the gauze bandaging he kept in there and began to wrap his hand.
    "Don't give me that line, Bucky, something has happened between you and y/n. She's been in her room since the two of got here, I could here her crying, your stuff is in your old room and find you down here beating the ever loving crap out of the punching bag." Steve exclaimed, anger raising in his voice.
     "Look Rogers, what happened is between me and her. I don't need you getting into my business." Bucky snarled, grabbing another bag by it's heavy chains. He pulled the split one down and replaced it with a fresh one. The first punch he threw the blood from his bandaged knuckles soaked through, painting the bag in red.