Artemis: The Final Battle ➳ Steve Rogers [2]

[ T W E N T Y - S E V E N ]

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B U C K Y

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I start to feel a relenting headache starting.

The thoughts of the people I've killed and all the things I've ever done for Hydra was fresh in my head, the same side effects I had the first time this had happened, but I guess on the bright side, I knew how to handle it this time.

"So, none of you remember anything, huh?" I asked.

Clint, Nat and Steve sat scattered around the room and apparently, Bruce and Thor were in the building somewhere too.

"You're telling me my sister has been telling the truth all this while?" Nat questions, guilt written all over her face.

"Hate to say it, Nat, but what have I been saying from the start?" Clint says.

Nat rolls her eyes, shooting her friend a glare, "Shut up, Clint."

Clint snickers as he takes a seat on the table.

"So, what now?" Steve asks next, "How do we fix this?"

"You know what?" Clint says jumping to his feet, "You guys can go ahead and try to figure that out and I'll go check on Camille. She should be awake by now."

With that, Clint takes off and the rest of us were left in silence.

"Did I find you sooner the last time?" Steve asks as he stares at me, clearly unable to believe his eyes.

"You did." I reply.

I glance down to notice the compass he was holding in his hand.

"Dude, you've got to move on." I sigh.

Steve looks up at me and then glances down at his compass, "Believe me, Buck. I'm trying. It's just so hard to."

"Maybe." I shrug, "But you still did the last time."

His eyes dart up to gaze at me again, his brows furrowing close together.

"What do you mean?" He questions.

I let out a chuckle, shaking my head at my best friend who was still as clueless about women as he always was.

"Are you really that oblivious to everything?" I smile, making him grow even more confused, "Are you seriously telling me you don't feel even a little bit of a connection between you and Cam?"

"M-me and Cam?" He stutters.

"Guys." Clint budges into the room just as I was about to reply, "Camille is gone, she isn't in her room."

Nat is on her feet immediately, "What? Where is she then?"

"I don't know." Clint runs a hand over his face in worry, "Can you check the security feed?"

Nat nods before making her way to the front of the room, where a row of computers was lined up.

Her fingers move across the keyboard in a hurry and soon, a tab pops up.