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"Its you and me. Us...forever. No matter the year, time, past...future."
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Layla Black is a descendent of the two biggest agents in Shield history. After being captured by Hydra and turned into a half...
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Bucky stood in the middle of a random living room with Layla in his arms. He couldn't help but feel like they were repeating the past. Layla phasing them both out of danger to a random place he had never been too.
"Layla." He called out. The room stayed silent. He peered down at her, noticing her body laid limp in his arms. He knew her well enough to know she took enough of a hit to knock her out. Probably stuck with a mild concussion. He continued to look around the room, trying to process what to do next.
He quickly walked her to the couch in front of him. Laying her down softly onto it. He knelt down by her, pushing the hair out of her face. He didn't want to leave Layla. However, he could tell from earlier he still needed time to figure things out on his own. He took a deep breath before placing a kiss onto her forehead.
In that moment he could hear someone coming down the hall. He got up quickly, giving her one last look before running out.
"Layla?" Sam called out from the hallway. He had heard something shift in the living room. Figuring it was just her phasing back. He heard silence as he walked down. Shifting his eyes around confused before moving forward. He stopped the second he reached the end of the hallways, connecting to the living room.
Sam could see Layla laying on the couch, and a bit of blood staining the cushions under her head. He quickly ran to her, checking her for whatever was wrong. He shifted her to her side, looking at the back of her head. Noticing a small gash in the middle of it. The panic began to set in immediately.
"Shit." He said to himself. He quickly picked Layla up and ran her to the recovery wing on the compound.
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My eyes fluttered open once again to the sound of a machine beeping. I closed my eyes tightly, my vision still blurry. I shifted my head over, noticing a familiar expensive suit sitting in the chair behind me. Tony sat back with his arms crossed over his chest. His head tilted back, fast asleep. I could see a few bumps and bruises on his face.
Ahead on me another person shifted. Steve sat the same way Tony was on the bench in front of the bed. I'm guessing they were both back from fighting Ultron.
Steve slowly began waking up. His eyes opened up. Shifting around the room before locking on to me. I simply raised my hand slightly, giving him a small wave. Steve quickly sat up, walking over to the side of the bed, nudging Tony to wake up as well.
Tony took in a sharp breath before bringing his fingers to his eyes. He let out a slight annoyed groan, "Seriously, Old Man. Couldn't give me five more minutes?" Tony let go of his eyes. He blinked a couple times before giving me a smirk. "About time Sleeping Beauty."
I nodded. I immediately regretted it once the dizziness and nausea came back again. I tucked my arms under, hoping maybe a new position would help. Steve walked up, tucking his hand behind my back to help me up. Once I was steady I leaned my head against the bedframe.
