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Sing me one last song	By : MissBoaBoa Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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‘Who’s strong and brave… here to save the American Way…?’
‘Steve, please. At least try to eat some broth.’ Bruce sigh deeply as he held a spoon in front of the captain’s mouth but the broken voice of his friend continued.
‘Who vows to fight like a… a man for what’s right, night and day…?’
‘Steve.’
‘Who will campaign door-to-door for America… C-carry the flag shore to shore for America…’ Steve coughed loudly. His throat dry and sore from the constant chanting of his USO song.
‘So, this song. Was it for a campaign? Did you use to sing it?’ Bruce tried to make contact with the man resting in bed. It took Steve two weeks to regain consciousness after they rescued him. He was shaking heavily, his skin glistening in a cold sweat the very moment he had opened his eyes. There was nothing Bruce could do but to inject the man with a strong sedative as he started to scream and rip all the tubes from his body.
‘Why didn’t you call me Bruce?’
Bruce turned around and saw Tony leaning against the doorway, his arms folded.
‘J.A.R.V.I.S. told me he had woken up. You can’t keep any secrets here cause, you know… it’s my house.’ Tony walked into the room and gave Bruce a cup of fresh coffee. He sat down on the bed at the captain’s side.
‘I wanted a moment alone with him before contacting you guys. I was hoping… well actually, I’m not really sure what I was hoping for.’
‘What’s he saying?’ Tony asked while trying to make out the lyrics from Steve’s murmuring. ‘Hey Rogers, let’s sing together. Come on, tell me where you’re at.’
Steve kept staring at the ceiling. His chapped lips still moving. ‘Who will redeem, heed the call for America… Who’ll rise or… fall, give his all, for America…’
‘He was screaming and scratching at his IV when he woke up. I couldn’t reach him so I had to sedate him.’ Bruce took off his glasses, rubbing his tired eyes. ‘He hasn’t stopped recapping this- song, ever since.’
‘Well, at least he’s awake.’ Tony stood up and grabbed the medical journal which Banner had kept up with care. ‘It’s getting late, I’ll take over watch. Go to bed, get some sleep. You look even worse than your lovely green alter-ego.’ He could hear Banner sigh with a hint of laughter. ‘What? I’m serious, at least Hulk’s got some color. You’re as pale as a ghost.’
‘Yes, well, it’s been a long day.’ Bruce stood up, stretched his limbs and yawned. ‘Call me if anything happens. Anything at all.’
‘Yes dad.’
Banner took some notes before he left. He went straight for his room, leaving Tony in charge.
‘Hey J, do me a favor and search the web for that song.’ Tony asked while sitting next to Steve, Stark Tablet in hand.
‘Certainly, sir.’ It took J.A.R.V.I.S. a mere second to come up with the results. ‘I’ve found over one hundred and twenty-four hits, sir. Including video footage, soundtracks, Wikipedia links, fan sites and viruses. The song is titled; Star Spangled Man. Created during WW II, written for Steve Rogers after he got injected with the Super-Soldier serum. A stage act, creating ‘Captain America’, increasing bond sales with over 10% in every state.’
‘Thanks, drop the soundtracks and fan sites. And please, do not touch those viruses. It’s a real pain in the ass to get rid of them. Just show me one of those videos.’ Tony took a bite out of his chocolate chip cookie, trying to make himself as comfortable as he could in the plastic chair.
‘Yes, sir.’
An old video popped up on Tony’s tablet. It showed a young, insecure Captain who was trying his best to be a good actor, a good salesman. The black and white video might be old but Tony could clearly hear the slight tremble in the man’s voice. He sniggered softly, not believing this was the same guy he had fought with side by side against aliens and a self-proclaimed god.
‘Song’s catchy, not really my style though.’ He sighed. ‘and you know I’m all about style.’ He continued to watch a little while longer.
‘Sir, the Captain’s heartrate is increasing rapidly, blood pressure reaching dangerous levels.’
‘Hhm? What?’ Tony looked up from his tablet and saw how Steve was slowly clawing deep within the flesh of his arm, IV hanging loose. His fingers covered in his own blood, skin tissue deep under his fingernails. He was panting heavily, sweat dripping down his temple. His eyes large and filled with terror.
‘Steve!’ Tony jumped to his feet, dropping the tablet. He grabbed the captain’s wrists, trying to keep them separated. ‘Steve! Stop this!’
‘LET ME GO!’ Steve screamed from the top of his lungs. He pulled his hands free with ease. He clenched his fist aiming straight for Tony’s stomach and send him flying to the other end of the room.
‘Shit!’ Tony cursed under his breath, getting back up on his feet and grabbing his stomach.
‘Would you like for me to deploy your suit, sir?’ J.A.R.V.I.S. asked calmly.
‘Rogers, stop it, I don’t want to hurt you! It’s me, remember?’ Tony stood up straight, ignoring the pain in his back and lower abdomen. ‘We’re a team, come on, our super hero band needs their lead.’ He looked at Steve who was staring back at him like a wild animal driven into a corner, facing death. Tony walked towards him slowly, holding his hands in the air. ‘I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to help.’
Steve, still breathing heavily, stared at Tony. He didn’t move.

Tony took a small step, and then another, making sure not to frighten the cornered man. Then, it happened. He was so focused on the Captain that he did not see the tablet still laying on the ground.
He tripped, activating the tablet making it continue to play the video.
Steve let himself fall, his back now against the wall as he saw Tony tumbling towards him. He covered his ears and shut his eyes as tears were rushing down his face.
‘Rogers!’ Tony regained his balance by grabbing Steve’s shoulders. He could see the exact moment the soldier’s petrified eyes snapped to survival mode.
‘Ohw fuck…’
Steve pushed himself from the wall, throwing Tony onto the blood covered bed.
‘At ease soldier! At ease!’ Tony screamed as Steve came running towards him. He straddled the man, pinning him down. He grabbed Tony by his throat with one hand, the other raised into a fist, ready to hit him with another blow, ready to kill.
‘Jarvis, a little help here! Get Thor and Banner! Now!’
‘What in Norns name is the matter?!’ Both Steve and Tony turned their gaze towards the door were Loki was standing. His eyes showing nothing more than pure disbelief.
‘Lokes, perfect timing!’
Steve looked back at Tony, he placed both his hands around his throat, blinded by fear.
‘Steven, stop!’ Loki jumped, hooking his arms underneath the man’s armpits. ‘Forgive me for this.’ He whispered as he put his heel on Steve’s tailbone, kicking it with all his strength and pulling him back. He could hear Steve growling in pain and was able to pull him off Tony, falling to the ground together.
Tony coughed loudly. The sudden burst of oxygen made him feel lightheaded and seeing spots. He could hear Loki struggle to keep Steve on the ground. He could hear them fighting.
It didn’t take long for Thor and Banner to enter the room. Banner ran straight towards Tony as soon as he saw the blood-stained bed, stepping on his tablet and stopping the repeated song it was playing.
Loki saw Steve’s expression changing the moment the music stopped. The survival mode faded, leaving nothing but confusion and hurt in his countenance. It reminded Loki of a small child, lost in a world it did not belong. It reminded him of himself when he was young. Seeing the man like this filled him with sorrow, his heart aching as if pierced by his own daggers.
‘Steven…?’
It was Thor who grabbed Rogers by his shoulders, pulling him off his little brother with all his might. He threw the man to the ground, pulling an arm between his shoulder blades and placing his knee in the small of his back, holding him down.
‘We are not your enemies, Steve!’ Thor roared as he held the Captain in place.
Banner came running to his side, a syringe in hand.
‘I’m so sorry Steve…’ He took hold of the man’s free arm, placing his knee on his wrist to hold it down. Carefully, he stuck the needle in his arm, injecting its content deep within the muscle tissue. It only took a few seconds for de sedative to work its magic.
The four men were now sitting at the kitchen bar, all with a drink in hand, all at a loss for words.
‘Care to explain what happened in there?’ Bruce started, looking at Tony who was pouring himself his third glass of scotch.
‘There’s not much to tell. I was sitting next to him, fiddling with my tablet, which you broke by the way, thank you very much, and the next moment, bam. Fighting.’
‘So, the good Captain confronted you without any provocation?’ Thor asked while raising his glass for a refill. ‘Didn’t he recognize you?’
‘Nope, as if he had never seen my handsome face before... Look, I was only trying to help. He was hurting himself pretty badly. You saw the wound in his arm, right?’
Banner nodded. ‘It’s not uncommon for victims of abuse and torture to cause self-harm.’ He sighed. ‘I really think he needs professional help.’
‘No can do Doc. We still don’t know what happened the night Rogers disappeared. Those Hydra guys are like rats, they could be everywhere, even in hospitals.’ Tony downed his third drink in one big gulp. ‘We don’t know if he’ll be safe anywhere else besides here.’
‘Well, maybe we should put him on medication, just until he’s in a stable condition.’
The three men looked at each other. None of them really in support of drugging their captain but knowing they have little choice.
‘There was music.’ Loki spoke from the corner of the bar, almost in a whisper.
‘What was that, brother?’
‘The moment I entered the chamber, I heard music. What was that?’
Tony frowned at the raven-haired man, not really understanding what this had to do with anything that had happened. ‘I was searching for information on a song Steve was murmuring. J, what’s it called again?’
‘Star spangled man, Sir.’
‘I saw a change in the good Captain as soon as Doctor Banner broke your device. I believe the events to be connected, somehow.’
‘A change? Brother, the man attempted murder, he is ill of mind.’
‘I’m positive that was what it must have looked like for you but I’m self-assured in what I saw. I need not to remind you I can see through any façade.’ Loki snarled, feeling a little guilty directly after. ‘Now, if you’ll excuse me, I would like to continue my rest.’ Loki stood up from his barstool and walked towards the elevator, leaving the three men with their much-needed drink.
It felt warm and kind like the rays of the sun. A feeling Steve had not experienced in what felt like ages. He could sense the core of the warmth on his antecubital, spreading gently through the rest of his arm, to his shoulder and down his spine. He opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling, feeling the warmth seeping away, a lingering pain taking its place.
‘Evening Steve. Trouble sleeping?’
Steve narrowed his eyes. He recognized the voice but did not dare to believe, nor trust, his memory. He looked at his side, a stray tear slowly making its way down his temple, disappearing in his hairline as he saw the man sitting next to him.
‘Bucky…?’ Steve could hardly say the man’s name. His mouth dry from screaming.
‘The one and only, it’s been a while.’
Steve kept staring at the man, his brain trying to process what his eyes are witnessing. Bucky cleared his throat and placed his hand on top of the captain’s, letting their fingers intertwine.
‘You should go back to sleep Rogers. Don’t worry, I’ll be here when you wake up.’ He could see the man fighting the drowsiness caused by the sedative still running through his veins. He leaned forward, letting his head rest against the other man’s temple. He kept whispering words of consolation, his thumb softly stroking the back of the man’s hand. Steve, still not believing his best friend, his dead friend, was now sitting next to him. His only explanation was that he was either dreaming or hallucinating. It did not matter though, for this was the first time in months he felt safe and secure. He decided not to question the man’s presence but to simple enjoy his hallucination for as long as it would last.
Bucky fell asleep at the captain’s side, still holding hands. They cherished each other’s presence, both enjoying their first peaceful sleep in many months.
Bucky woke up in a panic as two cold hands were resting on his head. One positioned on the top of his head the other covering his mouth, almost blocking his nostrils which made it nearly impossible to breath. He tried to grab his attacker who was standing behind him but froze as soon as he felt the hands moving, twisting his head.
‘Make one move, one sound… and I’ll snap your neck.’
NOTES:
Ow my! An unknown character has entered the story! And how in the Nine Realms did Bucky get involved in all of this?! Stick around for chapter 3 to find out.
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