Frostbite |The Alternate Timeline

Disgrace to His Legacy

We arrived at the building, hovering outside one of the doors. John and Lemar pulled out their guns and prepared to bust down the door.

"Where's your gun?" Lemar reminded me and I snorted.

"I don't need one."

He shrugged and John put as much force as he could behind the kick that went flying into the door. It banged open, barely hanging on by its hinges. I nodded, impressed and trailed behind them as they cautiously entered the building.

It was eerily silent. Not a sound to be heard as we moved inside. Lemar and John began climbing the stairs as I started sweeping the bottom level. This place was huge and there was no telling where he'd be in here.

A gun shot sounded and I whirled around, heading back to the way I had come.

"What the hell?" I whispered, running up the stairs behind John as he dashed upwards.

"Lemar just disappeared," he answered, wildly looking for his friend. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I shook my head in realization.

"This was a trap. Zemo isn't here," I hissed.

John didn't even turn as he replied, "Well, it doesn't matter now. We need to find Lemar."

"Fine, let's split up."

He headed off to the right, and I went left. My steps were quiet and light as I traveled down the long hallway, listening for anything that would lead me to Lemar. I passed through a few rooms, but nothing. As I was coming back out of a room, a fist came flying right for my chest.

I dropped down and rolled to the side, putting space in between us. The guy swung again, but I dodged, letting his fist shatter through the window. I grabbed the trident off my back and a beam of chilly energy smacked right into his chest. He fell backwards, rolling over his self. The man tried to stand again, but I quickly rushed forward and jabbed the back of his head with the end of my weapon. I didn't want to kill any of them.

I sighed, placing the trident onto my back once again and turned to move on. A pair of hands wrapped around my throat and slammed me into a door violently. White splotches appeared in my vision as I choked, unable to breathe, my thoughts scattered. My fingers reached for the door handle and I grasped hold and yanked it down.

We tumbled back and my foot flailed; I realized too late that the door had led to a staircase. Both of us tumbled down, flipping over each other as we thumped against the hard stone. My body came to a stop and I groaned, clutching my head as it pounded in pain. Bucky had been right, I should have taken it easy.

The guy recovered a lot quicker than I did and shoved me back down as I tried to get up. I grabbed his ankle, ice creeping up the limb. He cursed in pain and sent a swift kick into my abdomen. I tried to roll away from him, but he was determined to take me out of commission.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, and I hissed in pain as he dragged me up. Someone hopped over the stair railing and dropped right on top of my assailant. As we all fell to the ground, I finally managed to scurry away.

"Did no one ever teach you manners?" Bucky growled as he blocked the incoming blow. He landed a few hits on him and then swiftly kicked him straight through the stone wall. I watched wide-eyed.

"Stay there," he huffed at the still body before turning to face me. I wasn't even surprised that he had shown up. It also meant that Sam was here somewhere.

"Thanks for that," I breathed, still trying to catch my breath.

He eyed me and replied, "No problem. What the hell are you doing here? We've been trying to get ahold of you."