Can't You Two Just Be Friends?
Bucky found himself trapped in a room.
Where was he?
Someone stepped out of the shadows. It was the man from the portrait with green eyes and slick black hair. He was chuckling, evil and bitter, and suddenly the man started to tear at his own skin. He tore open flesh, revealing pearly white bone. With a bloodied hand he reached in his mouth and tore his tongue straight from his mouth without flinching. The man dropped his tongue and dug his fingers into the sockets of his eyes, pulling out the green orbs with ease. "If only it were as simple as telling myself to stop. To tell myself that you could never be mine. Though, in a way you already are mine. I have you now and I can’t stop thinking about tearing you apart." The man's voice is oddly chipper, his accent only makes it creepier.
"You'd like it, wouldn’t you?" Dropping his eyes carelessly, the grotesque man stumbled forward grasping onto Bucky's face. He peered down at him as the flowing blood filled his mouth and started to drown him.
Bucky woke up covered in sweat. He felt like vomiting. It was just a dream, he told himself, just a dream. Except that it wasn’t because that very psychopath from his dream was living in this building.
After slipping one on of Steve’s T-shirts, he pulled open the door and started his search for some coffee and breakfast.Bucky didn’t really know where he was going. When he arrived in the dining area he got a few strange looks. They are probably wondering why the “pet” was roaming the halls by himself.
They seem to have been having a meeting of some sort before a familiar man in green stormed out of the room. A few moments later a door slammed down one of the hallways. Oh. This is new. Bucky stood in the doorframe of the dining hall. There was an awkward tension hanging in the air that almost felt palpable.
They told me he was a megalomaniac narcissist but he has the stability of an emo teenager too?
“Look who’s awake!” Natasha clapped as Steve finished folding up some papers. “You look a lot better. How did you sleep?”
Bucky lost his train of thought mid-sentence as he heard an angry yell from the hallway the green man disappeared into. What a way to start the day.
“This is exactly what I’m talking about!” The green man shouted as he drags a disheveled and homeless looking man by his coat behind him.
Woah okay, this guy has a spear now.
The green man swiftly plunges the spear into the homeless man's gut while explaining something about killing intruders or something. This time Bucky did vomit. Which was kind of unfortunate because now the green man was staring at him.
The green man looked speechless.
Steve had stepped in front of Bucky in order to explain.
“Listen, Loki, there’s good reasoning for him being here I swear.” Steve stressed the fact that Bucky was special, but it didn’t seem like the Loki guy was having it. “His arm.”
Bucky often wondered why his arm was so weird. I mean, other people have prosthetics too. His fingers clenched in annoyance. It’s not like he wanted the damn thing.
“Why did you come here?” Loki demanded. Tony opened his mouth to speak, but Bucky beat him to it.
“I was running from someone,” he began, He didn’t want to show Loki how intimidated he was. “and I was curious.”
Loki’s mouth drew to a thin line. “It’s not nice to invade.”
“Sir?” Tony injected, causing Loki to shoot daggers his way. “Don’t you remember Steve’s friend? It’s possible that Bucky is, er-” Loki rolled his eyes.
“If this is James, why would he not recognize Steven?” He sounded bored.
“Steve.” Steve insisted, placing a reassuring hand on Bucky's shoulder. Loki sat down, resting his head in one of his hands.
“The trauma, remember?” Tony said carefully.
Steven? Do you recognize this man?” Loki almost sounded friendly.
“Well, er, kinda, but James had short hair and he was cleanly shaven. Just give me some time to clean him up a bit, okay?” One solid minute of waiting and Loki finally responded. Bucky was trying to look anywhere but at Loki.
“Fine,” Loki looked forward. “But if you fail to recognize him before the end of tonight he shall be slain.” The way Loki was sizing up Bucky really made him question what exactly he was planning for him. Steve pulled Bucky away down the hall, leading Bucky into a bathroom. The dirty blonde reached into a drawer and pulled out a razor and scissors.
Oh no.
Steve grabbed Bucky by the shoulder tightly and proceeded to cut off large chunks of his precious hair. Bucky placed a hand on his head and, oh, that’s different. Once his hair was shortened to Steve's liking, they started to shave. It was pretty uncomfortable to have Steve’s massive arms trying to find a good angle around his face. Steve cut Bucky’s face multiple times and Bucky questioned if this kid has ever shaven. Steve, with watering eyes, held up a small mirror for bucky. Steve took out his makeshift wallet and held up an old looking picture of what only appeared to be Bucky.
James.
Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky’s shoulders. Bucky had his arms wrapped around himself. He felt like a different person. There was an overwhelming amount of information flooding back into his mind, but Bucky wanted to remember it all.
“I remember the bridge, Steve. I remember who I was.” Now Bucky was tearing up too. “There are huge gaps where I don’t remember anything, but I, I remember you.”
And it wasn’t even noon yet.