You had been taken a week ago. Your apartment had been trashed, but by the four different blood types on the floor, you put up one hell of a fight. Leading Bucky to a politician in (made up country, because im to lazy to make up a country and I don't want to die for naming a real one).
"I'm promising to keep you all save. No matter what the media says; I am not the bad guy."
Bucky glared at his words, waiting for him to finally leave.