Steve's P.O.V.
As soon as they heard those two words, they went blank. I had meant well, waiting to tell them the story. I figured we could protect them, so it didn't matter. I tried to bring them back to reality, but it was no use. If I triggered a Hydra memory, Bucky might be able to help. I glanced at Tony, then picked up y/n, taking them to Bucky's room. Their face didn't change the walk there. Tony trailed behind me like a lost, frightened child. I knocked twice on the door, and Bucky opened it, rubbing his eyes with his metal arm. I could tell I had woken him up and felt a twinge of guilt knowing he rarely slept well. I sat y/n down; their back propped up by the back of a chair, next to Bucky's bed.
Buck's P.O.V.
I wake up to Steve, knocking on my door. I open it, confused as hell as to why he's carrying y/n in his arms, with Tony, whose face is filled with concern, trailing behind him. When he sits y/n on the plastic Captain America chair I got last Christmas, I get a better look at them. They have a blank look on their face, one I know all too well from my time at Hydra.
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Was doing different povs a good idea? I don't know how I feel about it.
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Vampire
FanfictionYou are Y/n L/n. Your dad, Tony, found you on the street one day when you were just two years old. You had been subject to Hydra experimentations, and they had abandoned you, having no more use for you. Or so you thought. ---I don't own Marvel or an...
