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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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Hello, my fellow fanfic lovers!
I’d like to present to you chapter 3 of Sing me one last song.
It might be seen as a bit of a filler, but it was necessary as a build-up for the next chapter.
Again, I really hope you’ll like it and please let me know what you think! Reviews are always welcome.
‘Make one move, one sound… and I’ll snap your neck.’
Bucky raised his hands in defeat, his heart pumping loudly in his chest. ‘If you would just let me explain-’
‘Who are you? How did you get past Jarvis unnoticed?’
‘I will talk but not here.’ Bucky looked down at Steve who was still snoring softly. ‘I don’t want him to wake up.’
A minute of silence went by. The attacker withdrew his hands and Bucky let out a breath he did not realize he was holding in. He could feel a shiver running down his spine, however, as a gun was now placed against the back of his head.
‘Keep your hands where I can see them and stand up slowly. One suspicious move and your brain will be splattered all over the place.’
Bucky grinned, doing as he was told. He was pushed towards the living room, gun still aimed at his head. There, the entire team was gathered. Thor, Bruce and Tony sitting on the cough and Clint on the white, leather armchair. They all stared in surprise at the two entering the room.
‘I didn’t know we were inviting friends.’ Tony stood up. ‘Who are you? Nat, who is this guy and why is he in my house?’
‘Aah, Lady Natasha, I should have known. Who else would be able to sneak up on me like that.’ Bucky slowly turned around, a nervous laugh decorating his face. ‘I can assure you, this is all a complete misunderstanding.’ He slowly dropped his hands. A bright green light emitting from his body, revealing the trickster underneath. ‘Tadah.’
‘Loki?! What were you-? Why were you disguised like that?!’
‘I will explain myself but I would very much appreciate it if you would lower your weapon first.’
Natasha hesitated for a moment, staring deep into the Liesmith’s emerald eyes in search of any signs of mischief. She found none and lowered her gun, eventually. ‘I’ll give you ten seconds.’
Loki sighed, turning to the rest of the group. ‘The good captain does not seem to recognize any of us. His mind clouded by hurt, anxiety and uncertainty.’ Loki sat down on the coffee table. ‘I was hoping he could identify an old comrade. Someone more dear to him than any of us… Doctor Banner took me to the Captain America-exhibit at the Smithsonian Museum. It was there that I learned about James Buchanan Barnes. A former soldier of the 107th Infantry Regiment and childhood friend of Steve Rogers.’
Loki thought back to the day the doctor had invited him to go to the museum. Tony brought in mail, leaving the advertising leaflets on the kitchen bar where Loki was just pouring himself a cup of his favorite Midgardian drink, coffee. One particular leaflet caught his eye. A coupon, it’s cover decorated with a blue square and a white star and red and white stripes. “This weekend only, Smithsonian museum complex, 40% off. Come visit our newly renovated halls dedicated to earth’s greatest hero; Captain America!” He sniggered at the picture of a smiling Steve Rogers on the back of the leaflet. Those soft blue eyes and perfect white teeth making him look more like a saint than a super soldier. It was Bruce who had caught him staring. He told Loki he was planning on going today and asked if he would like to come along. After some reluctance and hesitation, Loki decided to trust him and the two of them spent their entire day trying to visit as many museums as they could. They had it all, culture, history, art, science and, for some reason, a museum dedicated to philately. Which, until this day, Loki had no idea why. The highlight was, of course, the Captain America exhibition. Banners, paintings, photographs and videos. The story of a young man in poor health becoming a legendary war hero, then, under tragic circumstances gets sealed in freezing temperatures only to wake up seventy years later and to realize all his friends deceased. Yes, fate is most cruel to those who deserve nothing but kindness and contentment.
‘Hello! Midgard to Asgard, answer me!’ Tony snapped his fingers right in front of Loki’s face, bringing him back to the present. ‘Anybody home?!’
‘Loki,-’ Bruce looked at him in all seriousness, sitting on the edge of the couch. ‘That friend, he died during the war. He died right in front of Steve. You know that. If anything, you could have made Steve’s condition worse.’
‘Steven’s mind is long gone!’ Loki snarled. ‘He can’t seem to separate reality from memory! And if he feels safe in the arms of a dead man than I do not see reason why we should not let him!’
Tony grabbed Loki by his shirt, pulling him back on his feet. ‘And how were you planning on doing that, huh?! Living two lives is impossible, even for a god! Fuck! You could have made shit worse!’
‘I would give up on my existence!’ Loki spat as he pushed Tony away, leaving everybody silent.
‘Brother, I do not understand of what you speak, nor am I acquainted with the man you speak of as the captain’s greatest friend,-’ Thor stood up, placing his hands on his younger brother’s slim shoulders, gently but firmly. ‘-but I will not let you take your own life.’ Thor’s voice was heavy with determination and sadness. His blue eyes pleading for the younger man to take back his words.
‘I will do no such thing, brother.’ Loki took a step back. ‘I’ll merely disappear, the being known as Loki, gone. I will live the rest of my life, the rest of Steven’s life as the man he values most.’
Thor kept his eyes on him, his hands still firmly placed on Loki’s shoulders, reluctant to let go. ‘I do not hear any difference. I will not lose my brother!’
‘All my life, I have done nothing but lie and deceive, causing chaos where ever I went!’ He looked at the other Avengers. ‘Everywhere… I would not hesitate to let such a dreadful being perish in order to finally be of good use to the closest thing I could call a friend.’
‘You’re wrong, kiddo.’ Clint said while staring at the ceiling.
‘What is it you mean by that?’
‘Steve does not think of you as despicable, none of us do. Well, at least not anymore.’
‘Listen, we will never know how much this Buck guy really meant for Steve. What we do know is that he needs us, all of us. Including his God of Mischief.’ Tony said after taking a deep breath to calm himself. ‘I understand you mean well, but he would never forgive any of us if we would let you do this.’
Loki found himself in a state he hasn’t been in since he was a small child. He was at a loss for words. A state he dreaded most, it made him feel defenseless and vulnerable. His silver tongue, the only skill he had truly mastered, forsaking him. Why would these mortals care so much for him to stay?
‘Well than,-’ Natasha, noticing the slight panic in Loki’s eyes, took a big step forward. ‘-let’s continue.’ She waited for Loki to take a seat in silence, he did not dare to look at the others. ‘As you all know, Clint and I have been working together with S.H.I.E.L.D. to try and find survivors among the ruins of HYDRA’s secret layer. Unfortunately, we found none.’ She watched as everybody sat back in disappointment, sighing and rolling their eyes.
‘Ninety percent got declared dead on arrival, the other ten percent were more dead than alive and bit down on a kill-pill the moment they saw us, shouting ‘hail hydra!’. Gone within seconds.’ Clint continued, his feet crossed and dangling over the chair’s arm. ‘So, we won’t be getting any kind of information from them…’
Bruce rubbed his hands over his face. ‘Great, so we’ve got nothing to go on.’
‘There is one thing.’ Natasha took out her phone, showing a picture of a flash drive. ‘It’s the only kind of documentation we could find, there were no other records what so ever.’
‘What’s on it?’ Tony asked staring at the picture.
‘We don’t know yet, Nick put his best men on it, trying to decrypt it.’
‘No he did not, If he did, he would have invited me.’ Tony stood up. ‘J, pack my stuff, we’re going to pay uncle Nick a visit.’
‘Unfortunately, I am not physically capable of doing so, sir. I could, however, ready your suit.’
‘Who said I needed anything more than that?’ Tony barged through the living room and down the stairs towards his work space.
‘We should go as well.’ Natasha looked at Clint. ‘There’s still some things I’d like to go through and I want to speak to Fury.’
Clint nodded. ‘Could you guys stay here? for Steve.’
Thor stood up and straightened his back. ‘Rest assured, I shall protect the good captain with my life. You have my word.’
‘I’m not going anywhere even if you tried and make me.’ Banner said, sipping at his coffee.
Barton looked at Loki, who simply nodded with a forced smile before sinking back into his thoughts.
‘Good, we’re counting on you guys.’ He looked at Natasha and together they went to the rooftop of Stark tower. They got into their jet, following Tony who was rocketing towards S.H.I.E.L.D HQ in one of his many red and golden suits.

‘I am sorry to interrupt but mister Rogers has awakened. He is asking for water.’ J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke, his voice as soothing as ever.
‘Water?’ Bruce stood up as fast as he could. ‘He asked for water? That’s terrific.’ He skipped past Thor a bit clumsy and made his way to the kitchen. He grabbed a glass and filled it with water while constantly murmuring about how great this was. He stopped halfway, putting the glass of water on the bar. ‘I’ve got to get some stuff from my room, could you guys bring this to him? I’ll be there in a second!’ Bruce did not wait for an answer, he quickly made his way towards the elevator and hopped in.
‘You should go brother.’ Thor looked at Loki. ‘I think you owe him an explanation as to how it was possible for his fallen comrade to stand at his side.’
Loki swallowed thickly and then nodded. Norns, he hated it when his brother was right. He grabbed the glass of water and went to Steve’s room.
He knocked on the door before opening it carefully. He walked in slowly, trying his best not to startle the man. Steve looked at him, his eyes hollow and dull. Well, at least he was reacting to his environment.
‘Please, do not feel threatened by my presence.’ Loki spoke softly, almost in a whisper. He sat down on the plastic chair next to Steve, holding out the glass. ‘The Artificial Intelligence told us you requested water.’
Steve nodded slowly, his hands trembling as his nerves got the better of him. He reached out to take the glass from Loki’s hands.
‘Would you… would you like for me to help you?’
Steve focused al his energy on his hands hoping to steady them but he failed. He tried to hold on to the glass but let it fall out of his hands as soon as Loki let go, spilling the water over Loki’s lap. The glass now in a thousand pieces on the floor.
‘I-I am so sorry…!’ the captain spoke softly, his voice trembling in fear. He looked at Loki, panic written on his face. ‘Ow god, I’m sorry…’ He got out of bed as fast as he could, letting himself fall upon his knees. He grabbed as much glass as he could, not even flinching as it cut the skin of his fingers.
‘Steven, stop it, please!’ Loki lowered himself to his knees and grabbed his wrist. He could feel the man’s tension building as he froze completely under his touch. ‘Your hands…’
‘Your clothes… I ruined them…’ He did not dare to look Loki in the eye.
‘It’s okay! Really, it’s alright! Here, look.’ Loki sat up straight and waved a green hand over his wet clothes, drying them instantly. ‘See? no harm done.’
Steve stared at the dry clothes with wide eyes, his mouth slightly open.
‘Would you please let go of the glass and stretch out your hands?’ Loki waited for Steve to do so and placed his hands a few inches above the captain’s. ‘This will not hurt in the slightest, all you have to do is sit still.’
A warm, yellow glow emitted from Loki’s hands. Steve looked at the light display in awe, feeling surprisingly calm. He could feel the pain of the cuts ebbing away. It felt warm and kind… like the rays of the sun…?
‘My mother taught me how to use my Seiðr for healing. Granted, I am not even close to being as experienced and knowledgeable as she is, but it will suffice.’
‘It was you…’ Steve looked back at his hands, the cuts had disappeared and so did Loki’s Seiðr. ‘So it wasn’t a dream after all.’ Steve looked up at Loki, a careful smile on his face. ‘Than Bucky really was here.’
Loki could feel his heart plunge to his stomach and even though he knew it was physically not possible, it still hurt so bad.
‘No, Steve, your friend… I-’
‘Sorry I’m late.’ Bruce entered the room holding his laptop in one hand, a suitcase in the other and a lot of paperwork under his arm. ‘What happened? Why are you sitting on the ground?’
‘Nothing.’ Loki answered quickly, pulling Steve up on his feet. ‘I will leave him in your good care doctor.’ He left the room as fast as he could and stormed for the rooftop. The cold winds felt like ice on his flushed face but it didn’t bother him. He paced back and forth, cursing under his breath.
Why was it so much easier to deceive and delude? Why was honesty such an unfeasible character trait to him? He tried to calm himself, taking in deep breaths of polluted Manhattan air while constant noise ringed in his ears. Why Tony chose to build his tower in a city like this, he would never understand.
It was times like these that he longed for Asgard’s tranquil forests. The dewey morning fields where he could read in peace underneath the great trees, a cloud of apple blossom in the air. He had not to dread his father, taking away his books and forcing him to the training grounds where he would get beaten up mercilessly by the other students. He had not to fear the warriors three and Lady Sif calling him argr for practicing his Seiðr. Ow how he missed that peaceful solitude.
He decided on locking himself in his room for the rest of the day, only to come out during dinner. Banner shared his concern on Steve’s memory. Not only did the super soldier not remember his Avenger friends, he also didn’t seem to remember anything regarding his past. Not Brooklyn nor the war. The only aspect of his life he could recall, besides the five months of hell, was the fellow soldier Barnes. Bruce said this was probably caused by the constant feeling of guilt eating away at his conscience. But, there was some good news as well. He had taken his first bites of solid food since he got rescued. It was only two bites of bread, but still.
Loki agreed to watch over Steve during the night. He knew Banner needed his rest and the thought of his uncouth brother being a caregiver made him shiver. He went down to Steve’s room who was already fast asleep. He sat down next to the man and kindly chuckled at his soft snoring. He laid his head to rest on his folded arms on top of the mattress and kept staring at Steve’s peaceful, pale face. He’d almost thought him dead if it wasn’t for the light snoring.
‘Do not fear, brave captain… I shall stand guard during the night.’
NOTES:
Well, that’s it for chapter 3, hope you liked it! like I said before, I’ll be writing a story on to how Loki got part of the avengers group.
Next chapter will be revealing some of the torture Steve had to go through during his time with Hydra. So, get your ticket ready for the feels train, departing in chapter 4!
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