James, Steve and Joseph walked out the front of the cave to see what looked like fairies, holding an Angels wing. It was pitch black, as dark as the night and it had a row of red feathers at the top. It was a big wing too. It took four fairies to hold it. Nobody could understand the fairies but they kept looking at the man with the featherless wing, pointing and grinning at him. They pushed the wing towards him and he gently took it in his arms, he didn't realise how heavy Angel wings were until he had to physically carry one like he would hold a child. The fairies tried to tell him something but they didn't know what to do.
"They want you to hold it to your back, pocket watch." An all too well-known voice said from behind them.
"Since when does Sam Wilson understand fairies?" James said looking over his shoulder.
"Since Sam Wilson was basically raised by fairies," Sam said pulling Bucky into a bro hug before doing some secret handshake with Steve. "Hey, Mr Rogers." He greeted and the man nodded kindly.
"No!" Steve said sarcastically. "You were raised by fairies? We had no idea." Steve continued on and they all laughed. The fairies piped up speaking some foreign language and Sam listened to them carefully.
"What are they saying? Who's wing is it?" James asked.
Sam held his hand up to stop James from talking as he listened. He nodded and then turned to the three other guys. "They said that this is the wing of the last living male Phoenix-Angel. A male Phoenix-Angle sheds its feather to grow softer, stronger feather before the females chose their mates. Whereas a female has a tattoo that only their mate can see. So I'm guessing that's you, garbage can." Sam said shrugging pointing towards Bucky.
"Not the time for silly nicknames Sam," Steve said seriously. "If Bucky is the last Phoenix-Angel, what happens next? What's so different about them?"
Sam asked the fairies and they gave him a pretty simple answer. "Bucky has a chance of another life, if his mate is truly his mate, then when she cries over his dead body he will rise again, giving him another chance of life. And if he cries over the body of his love, she will have another chance of life. But only one will be the right mate, and it will most likely be your wings that will choose who your mate is." Sam explained.
"But the male doesn't choose the female," Bucky said. "Also, how will I get this thing on my back and what's going to happen with my metal wing?"
"The fairies said they would sort you out." Sam pointed to his miniature friends. "And when it comes to mates, when your Phoenix wings like someone, they will do everything in their power to get them. Not to mention you'll feel an extreme connection to them. Like an extreme urge to hold them or just be with them, Not unless the other person is not a Phoenix-Angel. Then nothing will happen and it will be like a normal mating. But when the one your wings do not like comes about, you will feel an extreme urge to fly away, and not be near them. But DO NOT DO THAT! Because then you'll look like a dick." Sam said.
"You seem to know a lot about this Sam," Joseph said suspiciously.
"I've always had an interest in Phoenix-Angels. Ever since Bucky's dad died I just wanted to know more, because as we know, your dad was one. You should really research them. It might help with everything." He said as he waved everybody further in the cave so that the fairies could fix him up.
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Blood red wings, that colour shifted into a darker red, almost black, when the light hits them right. They were big, the biggest of her group. Spanning 13ft, which was very big considering she stood at a quite petite 5'2. Her hair was a brighter red than her wings. Her curves made her very attractive and her green eyes glowed and pierced your soul.
