The Night We Met | Steve / Bucky

prologue

Katherine, 5'10, sported long brown hair that was twisted up into a braid. She was dirty; dust and soot covered her lean body. She showed more skin than those of her own kind. She wore a blank tank top and green high waist combat shorts, shin-high combat boots and a holster laced around her hips, but no weapons. They were taken from her upon her arrival. Her appearance looked as though she should be at a keg party at a frat house but she would remind you that she was not a kid and a lot wiser than those her 'age'. Red marks covered her neck and face from her aggressive capturer, but it was nothing to Katherine. 

She had her hands on her hips, her head sunken. She paced up and down the five by ten cell she was in, not like she could go anywhere else. She was in a basement, a lab (maybe) of some kind. It was a glass box with not many answers. She was annoyed, how could she get herself in a situation like this. Her boss will definitely have something to say once she gets herself out. She huffed and puffed feeling the minutes maybe even hours tick by without any sign of water or social interactions with her captures - not that she wanted any of it. Her powers were no use in here: she tried breaking the glass through kicks, punches and even using her powers but they were to no avail. 

Katherine continued pacing - bored was an understatement. You would think that the concern on Katherine's mind would be how her counterparts faired in the ordeal but it was more anger clouding Katherine's mind. She was much stronger than her fellow fighters, braver and wiser and yet she is stuck in a cell - alone. Her mission was to kill leaving Katherine to wallow in her failure, it isn't like her to fail. 

The sound of a gliding door echoed throughout the room, you would think being stuck behind bulletproof and power-proof glass that the noises on the outside would go unheard but Katherine was on high alert and snapped her head toward the incoming footsteps - 2 people. One sporting a rather hideous red, white and blue outfit - something about him seemed familiar. He was tall and broad with distinctive facial features, but she just couldn't quite put her finger on it. A smaller woman in a black jumpsuit stood at his side. She had red hair and a fierce look in her eye, something about this woman also appearing familiar to Katherine. The man crossed his arms as he approached the glass, looking straight in at Katherine. She stared back with her deep chocolate brown eyes that the man knew so very well. 

The pair shared a look with each other, but not a look of triumph that Katherine was expecting but a look of concern and disbelief. "Get Stark."