Lost

Chapter 7

My back hits the sparring mat with a resounding wham! For the past week, Bucky and I had been sparring daily, with Natasha helping out and showing me some moves. "You're getting distracted again y/n! Focus! Remember what I showed you!" Nat encouraged from the sidelines as Bucky smirked, clearly impressed with himself.

"You gonna give up that easily doll? I thought you liked pinning me, or are you starting to like it the other way around?" Bucky taunts as he circles around me like a predator stalking its prey. Instead of answering, I whip back onto my feet and launch myself at him full force. We exchange a flurry of blows and blocks before I manage to get him off balance, driving him onto the floor, with his arms pulled behind his back and my knee pressing into his spine as I pull on his arms until he yields.

As I help him up we're both laughing. "I think that's enough for today doll, I don't think my arms can handle any more pulling," he breathes out. "Aw, poor baby. Maybe this time you'll learn not to underestimate me?" With a wide grin, I skip off to the showers to wash the sweat off.

After changing into a pair of comfortable leggings, knee-high socks, and an oversized sweater, I grab two bottles of water from the fridge before heading into the common area where Bucky is rolling his shoulders and neck. "I think I might have pinched a muscle, you really know how to kick my ass doll," he chuckles. I sit down beside him, putting the bottles on the coffee table. "Turn around, let me see if I can help you." He turns so that he is sitting with his back to me. "Let me know if something hurts," I say as I gently run my hands over his back until I get to a bump and he winces minutely. "Looks like we found it, just take deep breaths," I soothe him as I start working out the knots of muscle. "How does that feel?" I ask as he turns back to me. "It feels fucking amazing doll, you're amazing," he grins as he reaches for a water bottle.

A ding sounds from the elevator to announce its arrival. Out of curiosity, I turn my head to see who the newcomers are. As if from a dream, or should I say nightmare, the two men who appeared in my first flashback step through the metal doors, both completely engrossed in their conversation.

My body acts on instinct as I vault over the backrest and charge at them full force, grabbing each by the throat and throwing them across the room, the sound of two skulls connecting to cement wall echoing throughout the room. As I stalk my way across the floor Wanda, Steve and Tony come rushing through the door to the theatre. I am within two feet of them when I feel arms wrapping around me, one solid muscle, the other cold metal. Without a second thought, I flick my wrist and send Bucky flying away from me. A second pair of arms wrap around me and Steve's voice, the one I called the "captain voice" rings out. "Stand down y/n. They aren't intruders, they're friends. This is doctor Stephen Strange, and Loki Odinson, Thor's brother."

Ignoring the blond's attempt to restrain me, I continue struggling against him while I snarl, "I don't give two tugs of a Chitaury tail who they are Steven! They're the ones responsible for all of this! They took my memories!"

This silences the room. Not even Tony has something to say, and it takes a lot to shut him up. The two men on the ground at least have the decency to look slightly embarrassed. After a moment Loki grins, a mischievous light sparkling in his eyes. "Hello y/n, it's good to see my favorite Midgardian has found her way home. That means only one thing, the time has come to prepare for battle."