A Lost Story (A Marvel Fan Fiction)

Chapter Seventeen

Bucky's POV

I sat by myself on the roof of the Stark Tower, looking over the city. The only thing that was on my mind was Jayne. I felt like it was all my fault with what happened to her, she didn't deserve it.

I pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of my pants pocket. Written on it was Jayne's address. I thought for a second before pulling a map out of my jacket to get the directions. I made sure I had my phone before standing up to suss out how to get off the tower without having to go back inside. Soon I realised that I'd have to climb down, so I did. Holding on to the edge of the tower, I threw myself over the edge, landing on a narrow window sill. Taking a deep breath I jumped backwards, landing on another one. I continued to do this until I could jump without hurting myself. I landed on the ground with a thud. Gathering myself up I took off in the direction of Jayne's house.

A Short While Later

I stood staring at the door of Jayne's house. It looked so empty and abandoned. It was just a piece of Jayne's made up life now, it meant nothing to her, especially not now. Slowly, I walked up to the door and yanked on the handle. It was locked.

Great.

I clenched my fist on my metal arm and punched the door handle. It fell to the ground and rolled away. There was enough of a gap in the door that I could fit my hand through to undo the safety chain. The door swung open when I undid it, opening up to a dark, empty house. I walked in slowly, half expecting someone to be in there but there wasn't. I searched for a light switch. I found a group of them and flicked them all on. The house suddenly illuminated with bright light.

I stayed in the living room of the house for a while, looking through photos and drawings of Jayne's. She was such a good drawer. All the photos that I looked at where not old, most likely taken while she was living her made up life. I found one with Jayne and her 'mum' at the beach. Jayne was wearing a pretty flowing floral dress and an old style brimmed hat. She looked so beautiful, sitting in the sand, a huge smile plastered on her face.

I miss you.

I wiped my face with my real hand before getting up to search the rest of the house. I got to her bedroom next. In the far corner of the room was a huge wooden wardrobe which I recognised from long ago. I walked over to it and opened the doors. The first thing I noticed was a silk blue dress. It was the one she wore to the Stark Expo, the last night we spent together... I shook my head, not wanting to think about that and looked up to a shelf. There was a huge box sitting there alone. I grabbed it and went and sat on the edge of Jayne's bed. It was so dusty, obviously it hadn't been opened for a more than a few decades.

I wiped the box clean of dust with my real hand and stared at it for a moment, wondering what might be in it. I opened it. The first thing I saw was a beautiful hand drawn sketch of me. Me. Back when I was who I am supposed to be. Bucky. In the bottom right hand corner was Jayne's signature, dated 1940, and my full name: James Buchanan Barnes. It made me smile hugely. Carefully I put it on the bed to continue looking through the box. There were heaps of black and white pictures of us. There were also a few of her and Steve as children. At the bottom of the box was a letter written to Jayne. It was from me.

Dear Jayne,
I have just arrived in London. It's spectacular, I wish you could see it. I wish you could be here with me. You would love it.
The whole of the 107th is being put on frontline in a few days. Possibly even tomorrow. I'm not sure what our mission is yet but I'm soon to find out.
I have sent you a special little something in the mail, I hope you like it... When I get back, when the war is over and we have won, I'm going to marry you. We are going to be happy for the rest of our lives, have a family and our own place. No questions asked.
I wish I could write more but I must go and get prepared. I love you more than you know.
Bucky x

I remembered writing it which surprised me because after I got my memories back we soon realised that some didn't because of all the brain washing and the explosion. Basically I had minor brain damage. But I remembered writing this which made me happy. I also remembered the mission I was taking about. It was the one where I and the rest if the 107th were captured by Hydra. Steve saved us. I remembered being experimented on at that base. Whatever they did to me helped me survive the fall off the train...

I took a few if the photos of Jayne and I and put them safely in my pockets. I also took the picture and the letter. I gently placed the lid back on the box and it locked itself. It startled me a little. I put it back where I found it and made my way up to the attic.

There wasn't much in the attic. A few old empty boxes, old toys and an old chest full of clothes. I did find an old jewellery box that looked interesting so I opened it. It was full of rings, necklaces and bracelets. Sitting on the dancing ballerina that was located in the middle of the box was a shining diamond ring. It was silver and the diamond were shaped in a heart on top of the ring. It was the little surprise that I sent to Jayne. I took it off the ballerina and looped it onto my new dog tags that Fury had given me. My phone suddenly buzzed in my pocket. It was Steve letting me know that they are getting ready for our new mission. Saving Jayne.