Such Great Heights - Chapter Five

'Such Great Heights'

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Author's Note:
This story takes place in a Marvel Movieverse and after the incident in Thor.

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- Chapter Five -


Walking into SHIELD headquarters is pretty common for both Jane and Darcy. Most SHIELD workers have already recognize the ladies. They waved or smiled whenever they get to see them walking into the headquarters. But today, Jane and Darcy got another friend with them. Darcy couldn't help but think as if Buddy is acting like a child. He was looking around with awe and easily fascinated with things around him. "I feel like I've been here before." he mumbled, attempting to press some buttons nearby. Darcy couldn't help but slap his hands away whenever Buddy made an attempt.

"Buddy! No!" Darcy whispered angrily. Buddy put his hands behind him, he lowered his head and Darcy will call herself crazy if she ever heard him whimper. His green eyes looking at her like a puppy. "Stop looking at me like that." she clenched her teeth as she saw Agent Coulson approaching them.

"Ms. Foster." he walked closer to them,

"Agent Coulson." Jane gave a smile,

"Agent Coolman!" Darcy grinned.

The serious Agent Coulson stood by them and Darcy manage to make him smile by calling him that. "Ms. Lewis." he replied, still smiling.

"Awh, no nick name for me? No fair." Darcy playfully pout. The older man stood by the trio and Buddy noticed he looked like he's in his late 40's, wearing a well tailored suit, standing tall and powerful. Buddy began to think this man owns the headquarters. The agent look at Buddy, "Is this the guy?" he asked the ladies casually.

"Yes. If it's not too much trouble." Jane sounded pleading while stepping aside, allowing Agent Coulson to see him clearer. Darcy gave Buddy a gentle push so he stood right in front of the man.

"This is Buddy. We call him that since he doesn't know his real name." Darcy said, "he also lost his wallet and ID."

After saying so, Darcy suddenly thought that Buddy is similar to a lost puppy. Only human-form, and coyly attractive. Buddy took a step forward, standing right in front of the agent. Then realized he is taller than him. In fact, much taller than any of them in the room. Buddy took his hand out to shake Coulson's. "How do you do?" he smiled.

"I'm well, thank you for asking." Coulson replied, he then looked at the ladies, "So he doesn't know who he is?" he looked back at Buddy, whose lips in a thin smile. The girls shook their heads in response.

"I was told I've got amnesia." Buddy said, looking down at the agent. Then Darcy realized this now... of how tall Buddy really is. He must be at least 6ft tall!

"Sorry to hear that." the agent said, looking rather sympathetic for Buddy's misfortune. "But we can probably help you out on this." he placed his hands in his pockets. "To be able to identify your identity, we will need some blood samples." the man look at his right where one of his men stood and gave him a slight nod. The man approached the group and stood next to Buddy. "The scanners will help to find who you are." he continued then look at the man next to Buddy. "Accompany Mr. Buddy to the lab. I'll be with Ms. Foster and Ms. Lewis for current findings."

The other agent held Buddy's back and lead him to an opposite direction of Jane, Darcy and Agent Coulson. As the trio began to move, Darcy felt a slight tuck on her sleeve then realize it was Buddy holding a small part of her coat.

Buddy was looking at her with his glassy green eyes filled with worry. Suddenly, he looked down, and was surprised by his actions. "This way, sir?" the man called him.

"Buddy?" Darcy looked at him while Jane and Agent Coulson walked away.

"It..." he began, then looked up at Darcy. She had the chills just by the look in his eyes. "It would be a pleasure if you could accompany me." he mumbled but Darcy could hear what he had said. She turned to look back at Jane and Agent Coulson who stood by waiting for her. Jane gave Darcy an approving look then nod. Darcy turned to look at Buddy, his face brightened up but Darcy could tell that he's trying to hide it.

"Ya big baby." she smiled and walked next to Buddy.

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"I never knew my blood type." Darcy placed her hands in her pockets, her eyes looking at the white plastic room. "I mean, I've got my blood taken a few times before but they never tell me my blood type." she sighed sharply then pout her thick lips. A certain habit she can't seem to break.

Buddy, who's sitting close by Darcy, had a concern look on his face. "I don't recall having one either." he replied, looking up at Darcy. For some reason it made her feel a little superior.

Darcy laughed, "Of course you don't, you've got amnesia." she smiled.

"Alright, Mr. Buddy." a lady in a white coat approached to them from the other room. She was carrying a silver tray filled with metallic medical utensils Buddy swore he never seen before. He turned to look at Darcy, whose facial expression surprisingly calm. "Please rest your arm on the table." the lady instructed.

Buddy placed his arm onto the desk hesitantly. Darcy manage to glance at Buddy, whose eyes resembles a puppy at the local pet store.  "I-I don't think I can do this." his eyes widened as he saw a needle. Darcy sighed then placed her hand onto his shoulder to keep him calm.

"Relax, Buddy, everything's gonna be fine." Darcy leaned down closer to him and reached out to hold his hand. "Now, listen." she whispered and Buddy suddenly stopped shaking. "Breathe slowly." she instructed and Buddy did what she told. "Alright, good job. Now, I want you to look at me." she continued. Buddy turned to look at her blue eyes. "Close your eyes." she smiled and somehow that made him feel calmer. "Now, open them." she let go of his shoulder and hand.

"Huh?" Buddy still closing his eyes.

"You're done!" he heard her say. Buddy opened his eyes and saw the lady wiping the punctured area with a cotton.

Buddy chuckled, "Th-that's it??"

"That's about it, sir. Now, give us a few days to analyze your DNA and we'll find out your identity." the lab lady smiled at him and walked away with his blood in a small vessel.

"Now, that wasn't so tough, was it?" Darcy placed her hands in her pockets Her blue eyes still lidded when Buddy looked at her earlier.

Buddy stood up and looked at his punctured area. "It didn't hurt at all!" he smiled, sounded enthusiastic.

"Yeah, when I was little, my father used to do that to me when I had my first shot." Darcy turned to walk out the door with Buddy.

"Father?" suddenly Buddy felt a sharp pain in his head. Like a million needles punctured into his brain. The sudden pain made Buddy lose his balance and fell onto Darcy, who manage to catch him in her arms. She stumbled back due to Buddy's height and she would've fell because he's a thin giant.

"Whoa, Buddy! I got ya!" she said, holding him in her arms. Chuckling, she help him up, "Feeling wuzzy already?". Then Darcy realize Buddy was in pain and he pressed his hands onto his head. "Buddy??"

"AAARRRGHH!!!" Buddy cried, now placing both of his hands onto his head. Stepping away from Darcy and hold the table to balance. Images of an old man flashing in his head like lightning bolts jotting into him. The old man was screaming and yelling. Flashes of light and fire could be seen. Buddy collapse onto the floor, automatically digging his head into his arms. He was screaming in pain and was unable to suppress the immediate torture.  

"Buddy!!" Darcy dropped onto her knees to his aid. "Nurse?! Everyone??! HELP!!" A few workers went to his aid, standing by him and asking Darcy what had happened. Buddy was thrashing, still holding his head and is in pain. "I-I don't know! He just suddenly broken!" she stammered.

"I'll get the medic!" one of the workers said and rushed out.

Suddenly, Buddy stopped thrashing. The room grew quiet and only Buddy's heavy breathing was heard. He looked up to look at the worried Darcy and a few workers. Slowly getting onto his knees when Darcy called out softly, "Buddy?".

Buddy's weak green eyes looked at Darcy's worried blue ones. He had the same painful look when Darcy first met him. His shaking thin lips moved into a sentence that Darcy thought wouldn't happen,

"I remembered something."

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