Lost

Chapter 8

"There was no other choice, it was the only way to keep you safe. But now that you've returned home, it can only mean one thing; it is time to end Hydra once and for all."

Once I had eventually calmed down and apologized to Bucky for tossing him around, Tony had called in the rest of the team. Everyone was scattered around on the couches as Strange and Loki explained themselves.

"And just how exactly do you propose we do that?" Steve asked with his arms crossed over his chest, a fierce scowl etched on his features. "If we haven't been able to end them in the last seventy years, how do you want us to do it now?"

"By cutting the head off the snake, so to speak. You see, the current head of Hydra, Gabe, has always been infatuated with Y/N. After a mission which nearly killed all of you y/n came to Strange and asked for help. We worked together to transport her to an alternate dimension where the Avengers don't exist, we also did a memory blocking charm on her as well as all of you. We can reverse it and you'll have all your memories back, and it might also help with information on Gabe." Loki explains, despite the withering glares he receives. Apparently, I'm not the only one who wants to throttle him right now.

With a series of complicated gestures sparks fly from both men's hands. My eyes fall shut as a blinding pain sears through my head. Images flash before my eyes, faster and faster as if running on a film reel. I see myself bonding with the team, getting to know Bucky, going on dates with him, all the late nights and early mornings spent clinging onto each other for dear life, I see countless missions right up until the one that almost killed the team. As the pain recedes I manage to open my eyes and see the rest regaining consciousness as the memories are replaced.

"You're suggesting we send her in undercover to kill him and shut the whole thing down," Tony realizes.

"No. Absolutely not. There has to be another way." Bucky says icily, his tone and murderous expression leaving no room for argument.

"There is no other way, I've looked at all possible outcomes of every single scenario, this is the only one that is successful," Strange finally picks this moment to speak up.

"Well, look again, because there is no way in hell that I'm sending her in alone to face that monster. Over my dead body will I let her get hurt again!" With that final outburst, he gets up from the couch and struts out of the room, leaving it bathed in silence.

After a few moments a surge of determination sweeps through my veins and I stand up to face everyone. "Alright, Loki, Strange, you two discuss schematics and strategy with the team, I'll go talk to Bucky." I turn on my heel and jog in the direction he had gone.

There is only one place he could be. I make a beeline for the gym, the sounds of flesh and metal hitting a punching bag reaching my ears before I'm even inside. I quietly push open the door and take in the sight before me; Bucky with his hair tied back and his shirt laying on the floor landing blow after blow to one of the punching bags with naked fists. One final blow to the canvas and it falls from its hook, fabric splitting and spilling sand across the floor.

I quietly approach him, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. He turns around and envelopes me in his arms, holding me so close to his chest I can feel his rapid heartbeat. I lay my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist to bring us even closer.

After what feels like an eternity of just standing in relative silence, he speaks. "I can't lose you again, I wouldn't be able to handle it," his voice is soft, almost broken as he buries his face in my hair.

I rub slow circles on his back as I consider my next words. "Sweetheart, I know you're worried, and I understand that. I would be too if our roles were reversed. But if this is the only way to take down those Засранец, then I'm willing to give this a shot. I wouldn't agree to it unless I was confident I can pull it off. I promise you won't lose me, I'll always do whatever it takes to get back to you." I lean up on my toes to press my lips against his in a reassuring kiss.

Taking over control, Bucky keeps the kiss tender as he lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist. His hands splay out over my back to keep me steady as I wrap my arms around his neck. We stay like that for a long time, simply feeling each other, until he loosens his grip and lets me stand on my feet again.

Pressing his forehead against mine, he sighs, "I still don't like this, but I know I can't stop you. So I'll be there to get you out. Then, the moment this is all over, I'm taking you on vacation, somewhere remote where no one can find us."

A small grin spreads on my face as I link our hands together. "That sounds like a plan. For now, though, we should probably get back to the others."When we step back into the common room everyone looks up. I square my shoulders and raise my head as I speak, "So, what's the plan?"

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