The Serum || b. barnes

fifteen - пятнадцать

Zemo took off in the stolen car and Bucky and I shared a brooding, staring expression the whole drive. When we made it to the airport it took everything in me not to stomp my way to the plane like a child throwing a tantrum.

"What is your problem?" Sam asked sitting down in one of the chairs on the plane.

"Sam are you kidding me?" I snapped at him, standing across from him.

"I know Zemo was out of line but I think you're over reacting," Sam huffed leaning his head back. I turned around looking for Bucky to back me up, but he sat quietly in his chair. A small white rag was in his real hand as he cleaned off the dried blood on his metal arm.

"Buck.." I asked softly. He looked up at me, letting out a sigh.

"Sam quit being an ass," Bucky spat not even looking up from what he was doing.

"Oh so Bucky's the mediator now?" Zemo commentated.

"Shut it!" Bucky and I yelled in sync, I went to grab my gun from my the holster in the back of my pants, but Bucky stood up catching my arm, twisting it behind me.

"Ow, Buck!" I yelled bending my back to try and ease off the pain. He then pushed me along, making me walk to the back of the plane.

"Open the door," Bucky commanded. I reached my hand out sliding the door back.

As soon as the door opened Bucky pushed me through it, finally letting go of my arm, he turned and slid the door shut. I turned around and tried to push past him but he stepped in front of me, tilting his head as if he warning me.

"Bucky get out of my way,"

"No," was all he said, "breathe."

Bucky instructed, but I rolled my eyes going to shove his shoulder but he caught my wrist. I brought my free hand up going to bring it down on his wrist when he grabbed it with his metal arm.

"Lina, take a breath or I'm going to call Dr. Raynor," he threatened. I didn't realize how angry I was, till the room became quiet. It was just Bucky and me, and my angry heavy breathing.

I looked into Bucky's bright blue eyes as he looked into mine. The room was still, as if everything stopped. My breathing slowed and my emotions became to much, the tears of frustration I had been holding in all day, began to fall.

Bucky had a heartbroken look on his face as he let go of my wrists and pulled me in close to him, letting me bury my face in his chest. My tears kept falling and Bucky rested his chin on my head, rubbing my back soothingly.

For the first time in a long time, I felt safe enough to express my emotions. When that realization came across my mind, I pulled away from Bucky walking a few steps away, feeling almost embarrassed.

Quickly I wiped at my tears and placed my hands on my hips, trying to pull myself together. I turned around to look at Bucky, a look of sympathy on his face.

"Stop looking at me like that," I hiccuped as the words came out, and wiped my nose on the sleeve of the jacket Sharon gave me. Bucky didn't say anything, just stood there watching me. I paced in front of the bed for a moment, before sitting down at the foot of it.

"I'm sorry," I tried to apologize but was cut off by more tears falling. Burying my hands in my lap, I avoided eye contact with Bucky, keeping my head down. I hated that he was seeing me like this.

As I kept looking down, Bucky walked over to me. He knelt down placing a tissue into my hands, resting his hands on my knees. I laughed bringing the tissue up to wipe my eyes, and then my nose.