Do I Know You?-(Steve Rogers x Reader)

9. 'The Smithsonian'

Flashes of cameras went off, peoples low chatter about the heroes sounded around us. Many walked around mindlessly, not wanting to miss any information that could be hiding in the text shown around the room. I stood next to the tired, now, ex-assassin. Bucky had fixed up my arm, it was now in a cast. I wore loose blue jeans, an oversized black jumper with a bomber jacket over the top. Nude trainers on my feet and a blue, Adidas baseball cap to cover my identity, not that I was known, and it only made me look more suspicious. Bucky was stood beside me wearing an all-black outfit: jeans, t-shirt, trainers, jacket, and a baseball hat.

We needed to find somewhere to lay low for a while, which most likely wouldnt be America. It would be very hard as HYDRA is everywhere, but hopefully we will find somewhere and not get captured again. Most likely we wouldnt be able to stay in one place for a large amount of time, in case they got close to finding us, if they would even look for us.

Our first stop of being free was a place called, The Smithsonian the place was massive. Along with expensive looking marble floors and closed off rooms, it was a museum. You could find lots there, but Buckys choosing of this place was only for one exhibit. The section dedicated to Captain America and The Howling Commandos. He wanted to find some truths and facts about his past. Id found out he was one of these Howling Commandos which were, as I now know them, a military commando unit led by Captain America.

Bucky walked over to one of the information stands, as I walked off to try and get something off of another piece of information. I needed answers, I knew there were two ways that I could get them, either searching books and information such as newspapers or I could talk to people, Bucky wouldnt be very helpful I knew Steve would most likely know a lot. The guy had it easy, no brain washing, no torture, no mess. He was lucky. He had it easy. There were sure to be people there for him. He had his howling commandos; he didnt have to suffer much.

I looked towards the piece of text, talking about how Steve was posted. He looked so much different than how he looked in the brief memories I had gathered. My mind had shattered under the pressure I had been put under and now everything seemed blurry my past didnt make sense. Every question being answered now had a new question. I carried on reading intrigued by the man, wanting to know all I could about him.

Bold writing seemed difficult to read as the letters scrambled up and my thought process started to jumble. Thinking about how a once ill and dainty boy could be moulded into a tall and muscle filled individual. It confused me; this serum somehow transformed the man I once knew. I looked around at the people, children and adults looking in awe and reading about the amazing man. They all looked up to the guy.

A child ran towards me. Stopping in front of me, staring straight into my eyes. It then wrapped its tiny body around my leg, I hadnt a clue what to do. I slowly shook my leg trying to get it off. A panicked woman looked towards me, picking up the child and placing it on her hip comfortably. Then staring at me, like I was some sort of monster. My mind went blank I hadnt a clue what to do with the child, Im glad she came. The look I had received made me shudder what if other people saw me this way.

I cleared my head of everything, and I could finally think straight. A clear womans voice sounded through my ears. She sounded in pain, mentally, I walked towards the voice. Not knowing what or who I would find. I walked into a small room that had benches lined on the floor. A tape was playing on a screen like a cinema. It was dark in the room and once the woman started talking about Steve Rogers, I noticed her facial expressions how it was hard for her to talk about him after thinking he is dead. I didnt know much about feelings. Although the feeling I had once felt, love, she was feeling that for him too.

Once the tape had stopped, I walked out the room, seeing the man Id come in with stood staring at the biggest stand. It held uniforms of most of the commandos, then above were pictures of each of them. I looked to see a healthier looking version of Bucky with short hair. Something Id only seen in memories. I looked to my side, a stand dedicated to Bucky, I nudged him pointing my finger towards the display. We walked towards it.

I started to read the information but then listened to the audio that was being played about him after realising its saying the same thing. The man was a hero before HYDRA, I believe that could still be reached. There was a good man inside of the Winter Soldier, he just needed time. I looked over to him and watched his face as he read the information.

You were quite the hero. I said, You can still be that hero, if you want to.

I need to lay low, figure myself out. You should come too. Weve been used for too long, now its time for us to live our lives. No matter how hard its going to be to get out of HYDRAs grasp we will make do and catch up on what weve missed. He said almost as if he had been preparing to say that.

In return I nodded towards him, I held my good hand out in front of him. Gesturing for him to hold it, he grabbed it tightly. Almost as if, if he let go, I would disappear. We both set off walking hand in hand for however long we could until we thought of somewhere to go. We hadnt got any ideas, anywhere where we could be free from our old selves would be fine. Anywhere away from HYDRA. Trying to be away from them proved difficult, we would make do.

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