Stiles Pov:
I can't believe we got caught... actually I can but I really hated the fact. But that was the last thing on my mind... Bucky was alive... he didn't die... But it's not bucky he is the winter soldier... he does not remember me or stevie and that just dishearted me... It reminded me too much like what happened to my mother... What if Bucky kills one of us before he remembers who he is... can he get his memories back... what the hell did Hydra do to MY Bucky.
Suddenly the silence in the van was broken by Steve.
"It was him. He looked right at me like he didn't even know me."
"How's that even possible? It was like seventy years ago." asked Sam
"Sam let me be honest with you, Gods of myth are real, the supernatural and monsters under your bed are real and time travel is real."
"How would you know?" retorted Sam
"Because I have meet Thor... I travel back into 1941 and meet Steve and Bucky and Hydra and made me a monster." I as I flashed my once yellow eyes now a cold copper blue.
"Your eyes changed stiles." My aunt told me
"Colour?"
"Copper blue?" I asked knowing the meaning behind it from scott... what it was a long ass car ride to Beacon Hills
"Yes."
"Great." I grumbled
"What does the colour mean?" asked Sam
"It means I have killed someone." I told him while Steve muttered
"Zola. Bucky's whole unit was captured in '43, Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and..."
"None of that's your fault, Steve." Said Natasha
"Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky."
"Excuse you Stevie... You had me too." I said pouting
I notice Aunt Natasha was bleeding from her shoulder... I knew I wasn't the only one when Sam said.
"We need to get a doctor here. We don't put pressure on that wound she's gonna bleed out here in the truck."
Suddenly one of the guards pulls out an electric rod and neutralizes the other guard and knocks him out, the guard is revealed to be a lady as she takes off her helmet.
"Ah. That thing was squeezing my brain." said a lady
Sam and I look at her in confusion.
"Who are they?" asked the lady
"His name is Sam Wilson and this is Mischief Wilson also known as Jason Martin and many another alias but most people know him..." Steve was cut off by the lady
"Red... I thought you were dead, Fury attended your funeral."
"I get that alot." I told her with a shrug
"My name is Maria Hill, now lets go before Rumlow notices."
"Thought you would never ask." I said as we felt the van only for Hill to take us to a secret facility.
"GSW. She's lost at least a pint." I told the Doctor that was going to help Aunt Natasha.
"Maybe two." said Sam
"Let me take her."
"She'll want to see him first." Said Maria as we are taken to a man lying in a bed but by the looks on Aunt Natasha's face and Stevie's face this man should be dead... so he is Fury.
"About damn time. Lacerated spinal column, cracked sternum, shattered collarbone, perforated liver, one hell of a headache." said Fury
"Don't forget your collapsed lung." said one of the Doctor's
"Oh, let's not forget that. Otherwise, I'm good.
"They cut you open, your heart stopped." said my aunt as I watch from a distance
"Tetrodotoxin B. Slows the pulse to one beat a minute. Banner developed it for stress. Didn't work so great for him, but we found a use for it."
"Why all the secrecy? Why not just tell us?" asked Stevie
"Any attempt on the director's life had to look successful." said Maria
"Can't kill you if you're already dead. Right stiles." said Nick Fury looking at me as I smiled back at him
"Besides, I wasn't sure who to trust."
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Like Father, Like Son
FanfictionAfter the death of Claudia Stilinski {Stiles's mother}, Noah {Stiles's father} blames his son for her death. He becomes so lost in his own grief and pain that he doesn't notice his own son has left their little home in Beacon Hills for a better life...
