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Bucky was getting really irritated, it had been a few months since fall of the triskellion and the destruction of the 3 helicarriers.
He’d fought with the blonde soldier and saved him by dragging him from under the water after he had saved him from being crushed under metal that had had him pinned as they fought while the ship was destroyed around them.
The thoughts of what the blonde one said playing over and over in his head.
Flashback
“You know me”
“No i don’t” Bucky shouts, and throws a punch”
“Bucky, you’ve known me your whole life”
Bucky throws another punch.
“Your name is James Buchannan Barnes”
“Shutttt up” Bucky shouts and throws another punch
“I’m not gonna fight you, you're my friend”
Captain America states as he lets his shield drop and it falls through the broken glass of the window of the falling helicarrier they are standing on, Bucky charges at him tackling him to the floor and landing on him, with punch after punch to Captain America’s face.
“You're my mission” he punches again and again and again.
“YOU’RE” -punch-
"MY” -punch-
“MISSION” -punch-
Captain America's face now bloody and swollen, looks up at Bucky.
“Then Finish it” he says, “ Cause i’m with ya to the end of the line”
The Winter soldier pulls back his fist ready to punch again but hesitates as he looks down on the battered and bloody man beneath him wide eyed with a flicker of recognition a few tears forming in his eyes. Dropping his arm then beneath them gives way as more of the destroyed ship falls and the blonde one falls with it.
Bucky watches him fall as he hangs from a large metal bar above him by his metal arm, Captain America falls into the potomic and sinks slowly.
A black gloved hand reaches in to grab him
Bucky walks out of the water pulling the blonde one along with him by his metal arm, holding his broken one to his chest from the fight as wet hair clings to his face he lets go of him letting him drop on the muddy bank. Looking down at the man who said he was a friend he backs up slowly turns around and walks away, leaving him there.
Moving slowly around the museum he looks at all the information on display of Captain America then moves on the next and the next, he walks up slowly to the next one stopping in front of it glaring back at a stranger with his face and reads the name that’s displayed on it *Bucky Barnes*
Continually staring at the face on the display, his expression hardening and his breathing increasing, he realises what has been taken from him.
Bucky had not really been sure what to do when he was on his own he managed to get his broken arm fixed and found a place to stay, but other than that he was really living day to day. Everything was taken care of before, he was maintained even though they kept him locked up. He wasn’t sure of much , but for one thing he needed to find out more about himself.
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“Hmmmm interesting, very Interesting” Loki thought to himself
He was staring over the shoulder of someone reading an article in a newspaper, cloaked so no one could see him, something he did a lot lately his only way of keeping informed on shield looking, hoping for his next opportunity every time he saw something new about it in the paper and this particular article had peeked his interest as it was about Captain America, his fight with The Winter Soldier and the fall of SHIELD.
Things had come to light when every secret had been posted to the internet exposing HYDRA for their lies, the stranger who was reading the article folded the paper, finished and set it down on the table he was sitting at got up and left, Loki with a slight wave of his hand the paper vanished from the table and appeared in his hand to where he opened it to the article he had just read and glanced at the picture of The Winter Soldier.
A grin growing wider on his face as he looked mischieviously at it.
“ You might be very useful to me” he grinned as evil thoughts began to form in his mind
“Very useful indeed” He says and disappears.
Bucky’s apartment, wasn’t the nicest and it had an old smell about it, it consisted of 4 average sized rooms a lounge, a kitchen, a bedroom and a bathroom with the minimalist of things them in each sofa, lamp, coffee table, TV in the lounge, bed, wardrobe, dresser in the bedroom, bath with a shower, toilet, sink. in the bathroom, and the kitchen had a cooker, fridge freezer etc. though the washing machine confused him a little, it wasn't on his list of priorities to understand how to work it, so he would just wash his clothes in the sink when needed.
Not that he was that bothered about comfort he ate when he was hungry so the kitchen was barely even used he worked out in the apartment a few times a day when he wasn’t trying to make sense of the jumble of memories that were in his head either of himself, or of him and the blonde haired man.
But he was often left more confused and unsure every time he tried and the one person who could tell him possibly give him some clarity on them, the one person who said he was his friend he hadn't sought out to ask cause just getting the answers he had wanted, and then leaving again wouldn't be that easy and he didn't want to be bombarded with loads of questions that the blonde would no doubt have.
Fustration at those thoughts often lead to a workout as it would be the only way he could channel it and he did want to know the answers, but the uncertainty of it always seemed to hold him back that little and even then after a while the workouts wouldn’t be enough, that nobody had come looking for him, nobody talked to him and that was alright by him, for the time being!!.
Several hundred push ups later, he decided to take a quick shower and go for a walk. He walked when he needed to think, and usually walks ended up with him either at the museum or in random place but tonight he had walked further than he usually did, only stopping to turn around when he realized he must of been walking for hours.
Stopping in a park he leaned against bench to check his watch, before turning back to the way he had just came from and making his way back home via a store to pick up some food, which he dumped the bags on the kitchen counter.
“Bit shabby for my tastes”
Slightly startled at this sudden voice in his apartment Bucky quickly withdrew his knife from its hold spinning around to throw it at tall slender figure of a man standing across from him, the tall man caught it in his hand without much of an effort, and laughed.
“Ehehehe”
“Who are you?” Bucky says, slowly moving towards the stranger.
“ I suppose an Introduction is in order, as i already know who you are” the stranger replies.
“I am Loki”
