Everybody's got a past.
But Anna Lewis doesn't remember a thing about hers.
One moment she was at home with her husband and baby, the next one she found herself in a dark motel room with a metal-limbed man who tells her she's a lethal assassin. Tha...
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May 24th, 2016
"Suit looks good." I wink at Bucky as I join him and Sam in our waiting spot. I've just come back from changing into mine, which is nothing special, just like Sharon said. It's just a black attire, a bulletproof vest and some combat boots. I like the half-sleeve detail so that my metal forearms are uncovered.
"I know." Sam accredits my compliment to himself.
"Wasn't talking to you." I mutter with a denigrating look and tone, but I don't really mean it. He's back on his Falcon suit, dressed in red and white and wearing a pair of robotic wings on his back. "Yours looks ridiculous."
"Well, wait until you see this." He presses a button on the side of his glasses and from his back, a little drone that kind of looks like a bird detaches itself from the wing set and hovers over him.
"How's that supposed to help you look less ridiculous?"
"The things I gotta put up with..." He programs the drone to look for our escape route. We need to locate a quinjet to flee on.
"They're all talking." I say while I peep to the exterior. "Things seem quiet so far."
Outside the crystal walls of the airport wing, Cap is talking to Stark, Rhodes, T'Challa and Romanoff. I should be more worried about finding the jet that's gonna get us out of here, but my attention has settled on Stark's face. The rim of his eye is a very dark shade of purple. A very shameful doubt starts creeping up the back of my mind.
"Damn, look at Stark's eye." Sam comments and I start to wonder if those stupid glasses can read minds. "You sure hit him good."
"I did that to him?" I ask quietly, pointing at myself, not really believing it. Bucky notices my concern and lightly caresses my cheek.
"Hey, you okay?"
"How many more people did I hurt?" Is the only thing on my mind right now.
"Not that many." He shrugs, but that doesn't ease me at all. He tries to fix it when I look at him in a mixture of horror and disbelief. "And you didn't hurt anyone."
"Ejem..." Sam coughs. I reckon I may have not been good-natured to him during my blackout.
Bucky coercively corrects himself. "At least not badly."
