BLACK AND WHITE | BUCKY BARNES x OC

part eighteen

WARNING: 18+ MINORS DNI

Steve POV

It's Saturday morning and I end my phone call with Leila. God I miss her. I never imagined my marriage to be like this; constantly on missions and not seeing my wife everyday. It's getting annoying always trying to catch her at a good time due to the time difference. I just want to be with her, face to face, without anything tearing us apart.

I knew when I became an Avenger I would be busy, but not like this. I definitely need to talk to Clint on how he balances a life outside of being a hero.

I make my way to Fury's office at our France headquarters underground, the hallways surrounded in steel walls and bright lights. The air is clean, almost too clean as I walk and my footsteps echo on the linoleum floors.

At the end of the hall is a glass door with the name Director Agent Nicholas Fury glossed over the door. It's open ajar so I take it that I don't need to knock. I push the door fully open and I see Nick sitting in his office chair, looking at files on the long desk.

"Fury," I say as I enter and he looks up.

"Rogers, I'm glad you're here." Nick says sternly as he continues to read the files on his desk. I step inside and close the door behind me, finding a seat in front of his desk. It's quiet in the room and I can hear the scratch of paper as Fury flips the page.

"What's going on? I thought we were almost ready to go back to the States."

Fury looks up from the page he's studying. "I have intel that Zemo wants you."

I sit back in my seat and furrow my brows. "Zemo...wants to talk to me." I repeat back. Fury nods slowly and clears his throat.

"Now, we don't know what he wants. He just said he wanted to see you. Can you get there by the afternoon? We have a helicopter ready to take you to the Raft." Fury answers bluntly.

I shift in my seat and lull over my very few options that Fury gave me. I casually huff my chest and stand up. "All right, but after that I'm going straight home to my wife."

Fury nods and chuckles as he resumes his reading. I head to the door and make my way to the helicopter awaiting me.

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"Rogers, he's in here." A security guard guides me out of the helicopter and into the right wing of the underwater prison. I nod my head and follow as he guides me through the maze and we pass by open rooms with more security guards seated near screens full of coordinates, prison cell cameras, and hallway cameras.

We take a couple turns until we're in the middle of surrounding cells, one of them being Zemo's.

"You can stand in front of it and we'll open up his communication speaker inside of his cell. You'll be able to hear him clearly." The guard says to me as he walks up to Zemo's cell and waves me over. I nod and stand tall as I get in front of the cell glass.

Zemo is sitting on his bed, looking scruff and tired with a growing beard and hair almost touching past his ears. It's only been a week or two but he looks like he's been here longer.

"Rogers," Zemo's rough voice cuts through the glass. I stare intently at him and don't bother responding. I'm not sure what he wants and I don't plan on having him stall any longer like he did at the German prison.

He stands from the bed, creaks coming from the worn out springs and he makes his way to the glass. "I'm very glad you came. I get lonely here, as you can imagine." Zemo speaks up. He notices my nonchalant expression and continues. "Do you still hold a grudge against me for what I did to your wife and best friend?"