A Lost Story (A Marvel Fan Fiction)

Chapter Ten

Steve's POV

I sat by myself in my living room. It was dark since I had the curtains closed and no lights on.

Buzz rumble.

I looked at my phone that sat blank in my hand, until now. The screen read Tony.

"Tony." I said into the phone glumly.

"You sound great." He said back.

"Hmm."

"Anyway, I was looking through my findings of the surveillance cameras and I found something." He told me.

I sat up in my chair as he told me and leaned forward to lean on my knees.

"What?" I asked.

"He was in the Smithsonian yesterday evening.."

I was puzzled. Why would he be in the Smithsonian?

"I think he was trying to find some stuff about you and no doubt he saw his little commemoration thingy." He answered my mental question.

"Well that makes sense, I guess. So where is he now?" I asked him.

"He was at the shops earlier this morning buying food and stuff. Looks like he's found a place to stay. Any ideas where he could be?"

"I honestly have no idea Tony. If anything he could've found a hunters cabin in the woods somewhere. That'd be my first guess." I replied.

"Alright, I'll scan the nearby woods for cabin locations then we can go from there."

I nodded in reply.

"Thanks Tony."

"No worried Cap."

I hung up the phone and slumped back in my chair.

Meanwhile...

Darkness took over. There's no air. No light. No feeling. But there is feeling. There's pricking and prodding. There's sound. There's smell. There's pain. But there's not? What is it? I don't know. There's no escape, no way out. No one will help. No one will save me from this torture....

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"So where do we start?" I asked Tony, puffing as I ran beside him. He just had to wear his suit so he could fly.

"Well I looked around at the cabin locations and there's one that's about a mile or so north of where you were found, so I guess we should start there." He replied.

I nodded in reply and then turned around to see where Sam had gotten to. He was just keeping up with us.

"Damn, you guys are fast." He sounded almost exhausted.

I smiled at him before turning back around to watch where I was going. We made it to the cabin in a reasonable time. As soon as we got close we could smell and see smoke rising from the chimney. If you stayed still you could also hear the heavy stepping of someone inside. He was there.

"Well that was easy." Tony remarked.

I slowly and quietly walked up to the steps at the front of the cabin, every now and then stopping to make sure I wasn't being I loud. That last thing I wanted was to start something with Bucky, I just wanted to help him. I got to the steps and stop to talk into the com link to Sam and Tony.

"Alright, when I open the door, Tony you go straight inside, find him and hold him down. Sam and I will follow." I whispered to them.

"Got it." They both replied in unison.

I slowly began to make my way up the steps, my first step causing the wooded boards to creak. I stopped instantly and held my breath. Nothing happened so I continued. Finally I got to the door and grabbed the handle to open it. As I was about to open it, it opened itself, revealing Bucky in front of me, and he was mad.

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Tony's POV

"Leave." Bucky said strongly to Steve.

Steve looked at him with a shocked expression but refused to do so.

"Leave!" Bucky shouted in his face.

Steve backed up slightly but then moved forward again and straightened up. He looked Bucky dead in the eye.

"I'm not leaving without you." He said to him.

Bucky stared at him with a confused expression. It looked like he had never had anyone be so protective over him if you know what I mean?

"We know you were at the Smithsonian yesterday evening, you would've seen me and you in there." Said Steve.

Bucky was still staring at him.

"Why don't I remember you?" He replied, his voice and gaze somewhat softening. He seemed upset.

"You were wiped to be the perfect weapon Buck. Come back with us and we'll help you remember who you are." Steve started to negotiate with him. "You saved me Buck, the least I can do is help you."

"How do I know that this isn't some sort of trap?" Bucky said, his voice strong again.

"I promise you it isn't, I would never do that to my best friend." At the words 'best friend' Bucky's eyes flicked at little, like he was confused at why Steve said that.

He began to think as he went quiet, his gaze dropping from Steve's. He self-consciously played with a pair of dog tags in his flesh arm, twirling it around his fingers.

"I'll go with you, but only because I know that I knew you. But, if this is a trap I will be gone before you can say 'stop' and you will never see me again." Bucky said, stepping down from the door.

Steve moved out of the way for him as he walked down that steps. I noticed a huge machine gun strapped to his back, two smaller hand guns on each leg, numerous amounts if ammo and other bits and pieces on his belt and a knife in it's case was strapped to his belt also. He could take us down right then and there without breaking a sweat. Well, maybe except me. I led the way out of the woods, taking us to an old abandoned warehouse where we were to meet Fury.

Well that was hell easier than I thought.