The next chapter will have part two.
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   The air around me was cold. I shivered and moved to pull my arms in. My right arm came, but my left arm didn't move.

   I groaned and opened my eyes.

   I was in what I guessed was a warehouse basement. I was sitting in an old wood chair. Pipes formed a tangle of metal above my head. My metal arm was stuck in a giant clamp. Skye was sleeping in a corner, propped up on a folded blanket.

   I tried to yank free again. What had happened to her?

   "Bucky?"

   I looked away from Skye and toward the wide doorway. Sam was leaning against the wall on the left and Steve was standing in the doorway.

   "What happened to Skye?" I asked before anyone could say anything else.

   "Which Bucky am I talking to?" A hint of suspicion laced Steve's words.

   I glanced down. Trying to remember something, anything. "You're Steve Rogers." I laughed a little at a new memory. "You used to put newspapers in your shoes."

   Steve nodded, like this answer satisfied him. "What did your interrogator want?"

   I yanked at my arm again. "I'm not answering any questions until you tell me what happened to Skye!"

   Steve looked toward Skye and sighed. He didn't speak.

   Sam met my desperate gaze. "You broke one of her ribs."

   I leaned back as much as I could with my arm stuck. I had done that. "No..." I whispered. "Will she be alright?"

   Steve gave me a curious look. "We'd better hope so."

   He walked over to me and took hold of the clamp with both hands. He grunted as he heaved it up. I quickly pulled my arm out and rubbed it out of habit. Some things can't be undone with losing feeling in one arm.

   I got to my feet and walked over to Skye. I sat down next to her. Sam and Steve left the room and I could hear them talking quietly.

   "I'm sorry," I whispered to Skye, brushing a bit of black hair out of her face. "I'm so sorry."

   I realized that Steve hadn't made me answer his question about what my interrogator had wanted. I was glad. It would likely take me an hour or so to remember what I'd said. I was fairly sure it had something to do with documents...

   Skye yawned and opened her eyes. "Hey."

   "How do you feel?" I asked.

   She smiled and took my metal hand, studying it. "Like somebody punched me in the chest and I hit a wall."

   I cringed. "I'm sorry. I wouldn't have if I'd know what I was doing."

   Skye dropped my hand and pushed up my sleeve, tracing the red star with a finger. "I know. I should've run, but I thought I could stop you." She pulled my sleeve back down and leaned against my shoulder. "Where's Cap?"

   I frowned at her. "Who?"

   She laughed lightly. "Steve. Where's Steve?"

   "Talking to-" I stopped. I remembered what my interrogator had wanted. "Mission report... December sixteen... nineteen ninety-one," I murmured.

   "What?" Skye giggled. "What does that mean?"

   "It means that you're high on pain meds and I need to talk to Steve. I'll be back."

   I gently moved Skye away from my shoulder and stood up. I jogged to the doorway. "Steve!"

   Skye and I were in the backseat of Steve's old car. Steve was driving and Sam sat in the passenger seat.

   Skye's pain medicine had worn off. She was no longer the giggly goofball that had been leaning on my shoulder at the warehouse. Now she was serious, a trait I'd never seen her display before, and alert enough that when Steve stopped suddenly at a red light she almost jumped out of her skin. Her high tech armor she'd made glinted in the light of the mid-morning sun shining through the window.

   Our plan could likely get us killed. We were meeting Clint and Wanda at the Leipzig/Halle Airport after retrieving Sam's wings, my armor, and Steve's shield and uniform.

   Steve turned down a side street and parked underneath an overpass. Sharon was already waiting for us, leaning against the hood of her car.

   "I'll get our gear," he said. "Shouldn't take long."

   "Okie," Skye yawned. "You do that."

   Steve got out of our car and walked toward Sharon. They talked for a minute and Sharon led him around the side of the car and gave him our gear.

   Sam's seat scooted back an inch, squashing my knees toward me.

   Resisting the urge to just shove his seat forward I said, "Can you move your seat up?"

   Sam glared over his shoulder. "No."

   I rolled my eyes and slid over into the middle seat. Skye snickered. "Just shove it," she whispered.

   I shook my head. "I don't want to break the car."

   Skye glanced out the windshield and grinned. "Well it is about time."

   I looked up and saw Steve just pulling away from Sharon. I smiled as he glanced over at us. His face turned bright red and he quickly picked up the pile of gear.

   Skye smirked when Steve slid into the drivers seat and handed the pile to Sam. "So Cap."

   "Drop it Techy," Steve muttered.

   Skye gave an overly dramatic cough that quickly turned into a series of them. Steve glared at her in the mirror.

   As we drove away from the overpass Sam reached over his head and dropped my armor in my lap. I caught it quickly before it could hit Skye's side.

   Steve noticed my movement and smiled at me. "So Bucky..."

   "Don't you dare," I growled.

   Skye and Sam hooted with laughter. Steve's grin grew.

   I rolled my eyes and looked at the seat behind Sam's chair. He'd moved his chair further back. I looked at Skye. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and her hand slipped into my metal one.

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THE SHIP IS SAILING!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I BEAT YOU ALL TO IT!

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Actually CodeViolet said it first....... ah well. I really like the name though. Skucky.

Tony: WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO TURN OFF THE NOISES ON MY COMPUTER?!

NEVER! This is so funny.

Tony: PRONGS!!!

Woohoo! BYE GUYS! May the wind blow strong in your sails!

Clint: *from a distance* DON'T KILL OUR TECH SUPPORT TONY!