Hey sexy, sorry I haven't uploaded in a while. So I will make up for it will a happy chapter
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My hands trace the millions of clothes that were hung in the closet, well Stark called it my closet. There were fabrics of different colors and patterns. There was even a dress, something I have never worn before. Stark told me that I used to wear these clothes, I just laughed at him. There is no chance I have ever been in this room before, silly man. Plus the guards only let me wear my uniform when I was on duty, then just simple clothes off-duty.
"Hey (y/n)." I hear.
Stark kept calling me that, so that is what I go by. That name is something I will have to get used to. Turning around I see the man named Thor, the creepy guy that followed me from that bar. Cautiously I edge away from him with every step closer he comes to me. Once he saw I was scared, he stopped walking to me.
"(Y/n)," Thor starts. "I know you don't remember your true self. I just wanted to inform you that you were an amazing chef here, that's kinda the reason you got in this mess."
"What are you getting at?" I question the male.
"I am mighty hungry, you don't mind making me pop tarts?"
My face turns into confusion for two reasons. The first being this man asked me to make food, I have no idea how to make food. All I know is what the guards threw at me. THe second is I have no idea what a pop tart is. Is it like popcorn?
"Alright," Stark says entering the room. "Thor that wasn't nice of you. You can't just ask (Y/n) to do something that she doesn't remember doing."
"But I am hungry-"
"I know Thor, leave us please."
Thor was going to say something in response but Stark puts his hands up to quiet him. Surprisingly the larger male listens to Stark, the way smaller one. Watching Thor leave was amazing. Once Thor was gone, Stark turns to me with a smile. For a split second, I thought he was going to kill me, but instead, he holds out his hand.
Looking between the male's eyes and hand, I saw no threat. He has already shown me hospitality with a bedroom. So I take his outstretched hand, letting him guide me to where he wants to take me.
Buckys Pov
Bruce held the screwdriver against my metal arm, making final adjustments. This new arm is free of the Hydra star, the making of Hydra, and well Hydra, period. This is something that I could say I felt free from, my past is behind me now. There is this new feeling I have inside me, like pride. I want to fix anything that I have done wrong.
"You need to slow your breathing," Bruce laughs from beside me.
"Sorry," I sigh out. "Just thankful for what you are doing."
"Hey, I have no problem helping out a friend. I'm guessing you don't want to put your old arm on display?"
"Oh god no, I want to make sure I throw it in the bottom of the ocean. That will help me sleep at night now."
"About sleeping actually?"
"What? Have I been yelling again? My nightmares come back once in a while, but I don't recal-"
"We got you your own room."
"What? I am happy with where I am now."
"I know, I know. We had to make adjustments for the future. I made sure to have your room near her room, I promise you that."
"Why so sudden changes? There are no leads with her yet."
"It's just precautions Bucky, please don't shoot the messenger."
The elevator made a sound, but I was too heated to even look. Bruce has the audacity to move me from the only place I felt safe? He is crazy if he thinks I am moving rooms.
Bruce stood up with the screwdriver in his hands, nodding to me that my arm is ready. Looking up at his face I saw more joy than I would expect for a new arm. Sure it's cool, but he looked too excited about it. Like shouldn't I be more excited than him? This is apart of my body so like, meh?
That is when I realized why he was smiling. A pair of metal arms wrap around me from behind me, slightly scaring me. My breathing quickens once I realize who was in the same room as me, standing here and touching me. With quick movements, I turn around to greet the (color hair) girl. My fingers reach for her chin, making her meet my eyes.
"Hi doll," I smile.
"Soldier," the girl squeals, bringing me in closer.
"I missed you doll, so much. I am so glad you are safe."
"You left me alone, they did things to me because of it. I thought you died or left me behind."
"No, no, no. I would never leave you alone, I couldn't find you. Everything is okay now, you and I here together. Nothing will break us apart now."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
She burrows her head in my chest, happy tears dropping from her (eye color) eyes. I myself had to wipe a single tear. For some reason, me and (y/n) have this bond now. There is this connection that I feel with her now. Honestly, it could be something Hydra did, but it feels so real.
Peering up I see Stark and Bruce standing next to each other, both had a smile on their lips. I nod towards Stark, thanking him for what he has secretly done. He nods back before disappearing back into the elevator. Giving Bruce a weird look, Bruce glances towards the two metal arms on the table next to him.
I grab (y/n)'s shoulders, having her look at me, "You want to get rid of what Hydra did? Want to match arms with me?"
(y/n) looks between Bruce and me with a smile, nodding her head rapidly. Bruce instantly starts to get to work, grabbing new tools to use on (y/n). I move her towards the operating table, letting her take in everything that will be happening in a few minutes. While we waiting for Bruce her fingers traveled to my new metal arm. She observed the vibranium, noticing how different both arms were. Honestly, I took a good look at hers too. The red star stared at me, burning my soul. That one red star made me think back on all the people I killed, with all the innocent lives I took.
My mind comes back down to earth once I felt (y/n) cool fingertips touch my cheek. I grab them with my flesh hand, holding her hand against my cheek. "Does it hurt," she questions?
"Not at all dear," I laugh.
"You will stay with me?"
"I will never leave your side."
