•{Condemned}•
/kənˈdɛmd/
/Adjective/
Sentenced to a particular punishment.
She has a home. She has a family. But what happens when a ghost from her past returns? Will she throw it all away for him? Can she find it in her to forgive him?
In which B...
Sorry, I don't like the last chapter and this one, they're more filler chapters. The next chapter will be more exciting!
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[8] •Arrest•
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"YOU GREW up," Bucky calls across to her.
She gives him a pointed look, she didn't have super soldier serum in her veins, her breathing is heavy. "That happens when haven't seen someone in over a year."
He grimaces, their legs pumping. "I had to."
"You could have called."
"You know I couldn't."
"I know," she agrees in defeat.
"You're powers, you can control them."
"Sort of, yeah."
Their conversation is cut short, a black figure catapulting into the back of Bucky. The pair tumble to the ground, scrapping as they roll. She waits until they roll away from each other before forcing her energy into a blast aimed at the cat like man.
Caught off guard, he's propelled backwards. She picks up a sprint beside Bucky. They make it a few feet before a claw swipes at the side of her arm, a leg swiping her own from underneath. She gasps, narrowly shielding her face from impacting the cement.
By the time she has registered her fall, she glimpses Bucky being thrown back onto the lower roof.
She rolls onto her back, but the figure pins her raised hand down. She sends the other into his jaw, immediately regretting it. It's like punching a wall. She moves her head, dodging his own punch.
"I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt a child," he states in a thick accent. "But you killed my father."
"I didn't," she refutes strongly.
But grief is a funny thing.
She moves to sit up and he slams her back into the ground. She cries out, pain once again shooting through her shoulder.
Frantically, her eyes dart around for an escape. She bucks her hips forward, leaving her enough space to twist out of his hold. She uses her now free hand to send a shard of blue into his chest. She scrambles onto her feet as he goes barrelling over the rooftop.
"Thanks for the help," she snipes bitterly, as Bucky pulls her forward again.
"You looked like you had it covered."
She glances over to her fellow fugitive realising how much she missed his banter, his company. It is different from her relationship with Steve. There is no sympathy or cautious treatment, only understanding.
He repeats his earlier action, grabbing her before he jumps down a level, onto the road. She knows he's slowing down for her and yet her lungs still burn. The cat man returns, Bucky handling it this time. She doesn't stop to help. She knows he will catch up.
And he does, this time on a bike. He slows it enough for her to swing her leg over before he revs forward. She touches her ear, finding it empty. She mutters a curse to herself.
She steals a glance behind them, Steve driving another vehicle, the cat man on top. Then, he jumps towards them. She screams Bucky's name in warning. He swerves, the man's claws clipping the back wheel.
The pair are sent skidding through rubble, the motorbike whizzing past her. She lets out a yelp, her cheek grazing off of the tarmac.
"Come on, Ellie," Bucky calls, dragging her onto her feet. His voice is pleading now, desperate.
When she looks up, she can see why.
Suddenly she panics. "No, no," she murmurs, instinctively clutching his arm. His own hand grasps her good shoulder protectively. But they have nowhere to go.
Steve and Sam step up beside them, police surrounding them. She looks for an escape, blue flashing lights blinding her. She finds none.
"We'll be OK," Bucky mutters softly, though he sounds like he's trying to convince himself.
Steve steps across them, his hands held up in surrender. "They didn't do it."
Rhodes retracts his helmet. "Congratulations Cap. El. You're criminals," he glances to El. "But I guess you always were."
Her stomach twists with guilt. "I didn't do it," she whispers.
For once, she can say with confidence that she didn't hurt anyone. This chaos isn't her fault.
Men approach her and she finds herself backing away. Bucky is transfixed on the cuffs he's being shown. His gaze is hardened, his impassive expression that she recognises from HYDRA appears. He's used to this, this is too familiar.
The teen, although having undergone the same training as he, is still a teenager. She can't remain as seemingly as unbothered as he. Maybe it's because she's seen what she could have.
El flinches, colliding with Steve's chest. He places his hands on her shoulders, turning her around. "Listen, I'll get you out of this, OK? I promise."
She swallows, forcing herself to stand taller. She turns back to the police. She stiffens two sets of cuffs being offered to her.
"Is that really necessary? We'll come willingly," Steve interrupts.
They pay him no heed. She dips her head, her hands roughly pulled forward into the huge, stiff-locked cuffs. She immediately feels the comforting buzz in her veins dull. They lock a brace around her neck and instantly, it's like her body is trying to twist inside out.
She's unable to stifle her scream, her body falling into a writhing heap on the ground. Tears rush down her face and she can't make out the shouts around her.
She feels as if she's been dropped into a bottomless pit, she can't comprehend anything around her, besides herself, besides her pain.
She clamps her teeth on her bottom lips in hopes to stifle her cries, her jaw chattering. Her body is screaming at her, the pain seems endless. Sweat escapes every pore on her body.
"Ellie!" Bucky calls, but his efforts are useless, to struggle will cause them both more pain.
"Get it off of her," Steve growls, his eyes staring widely at the teen being hiked onto her feet. He looks to Rhodes, who doesn't spare either a glance.
He watches helplessly, his own cuffs binding him as the girl is bolted into the same glass box his friend sits in a few feet away. He pulls against the restraints, it's only result being irrational shouting in a foreign language. Her eyes are squeezed shut and he can't help the guilt that washes over him.
