Good Morning, Sunshine

off to the bathroom

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Show them what your beauty looks like.
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Before we flew off Fury made sure that his agents tied me securely to my seat using...

"Excuse me, why are you using ... uhm ... Kabelbinder? Did you run out of handcuffs?" , I inquired.

One of the agents tilted their head as if to ask what I was talking about.

"Oh, come on. This white plastic stuff here... If you didn't secretly tie me up you should be well aware of what I'm talking about' , I complained.

"These are cable ties..." , explained Fury, pointing at the things around my legs and arms.

"Von mir aus..." , I muttered. The Englisch version was literally the translation of the German word. I should have gone for wild guessing.

"I really hope you didn't insult me right there" , growled Fury. Then he nodded at one of the agents and disappeared in the direction of the cockpit.

Jaromir's cage was covered by a big, white blanket so I couldn't see him. And he couldn't see me. Then the agents sat down next to me.

Now I was alone with Fury's agents that probably weren't even truly his and the cage and my subsiding headache and my deafening thoughts.

And my thoughts went haywire. Because they were good at that.

I had seen Fury in the films. I wasn't likely to see him again any time soon unless he needed something from me. Right now I wasn't useful and I was safely contained. No longer his problem. Or a problem at all. He would go and make other people do some Hydra research. Probably not search for Bucky unless, maybe, to kill him.

I would be off his mind until I got useful again. Bucky would not be on his mind at all.

I wanted Bucky to be saved. He deserved it. And if Fury wasn't going to do it then I would. I simply couldn't live with the knowledge of him being tortured and me not saving him while knowing full well what was happening to him.

"Unlike Steve", I muttered.

The doors of the jet closed with a silent creaking noise while I said this and that was probably for the best. I didn't want the agents to hear me. It would either lead to questions I didn't want to answer or to a report going straight to Fury.

Because Fury would want to know everything without getting himself involved.

I didn't hate him for it though. His research, or the research he was going to have others do, would be useful to me too. He'd find out who I was and that way I would find out who I had become.

Until then I might as well enjoy the fact that I was here. In this fantastic world. Somehow.

I was in the MC freaking U.

And seconds later I was in the air because, apparently, the jet had started.

And another few moments later I was begging one of the agents for a bag so I didn't throw up on the floor.

Our journey lasted forever and ten more years and I spend it shaking due to severe nausea and not with that much vomiting because my stomach didn't provide me with much that could go out again.