Divided We Fall (Bucky Barnes)

Lagos

Lagos, present day. 

Wanda Maximoff adds sugar to a cup and stirs it. She looks around.

"All right, what do you see?" Steve says over the radio.

"Standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street. It's a good target." She informs. 

"There's an ATM in the south corner, which means . . ."

"Cameras."

"Both cross streets are one way."

"So, compromised escape routes."

"Means our guy doesn't care about being seen, he isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out. You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?"

"Yeah, the red one? It's cute."

A few tables away sits Natasha Romanoff and Anne Taylor. 

"It's also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody." Natasha says and sips her coffee

"Probably us." Anne adds. 

"You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?" Wanda asks.

" Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature." Natasha says and looks at Wanda. 

Wanda turns around. 

"Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?" Sam asks, flying over the city. 

"Not to my face. Why? Did you hear something?"

"Eyes on target, folks. This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him." Steve interrupts.

"If he sees us coming that won't be a problem." Sam says."He kind of hates us."

A garbage truck pushes its way through the crowded streets. 

"Sam, see that garbage truck? Tag it." Steve orders.

From the back of Sam's falcon jet pack a small drone launches and flies down to scan the truck. 

"Give me X-ray." Sam orders the drone "That truck's loaded for max weight. And the driver's armed."

"It's a battering ram." Anne realizes. 

"Go now." Steve 

"What?" Wanda questions

"He's not hitting the police." 

The driver speeds up heading for the Institute For Infectious Diseases and jumps out. The truck flips and slams into the gateway. Trucks rush through the newly made gateway. Soldier emerge in black armor firing their rifles through the courtyard. Four soldiers fire gas canisters into the building and Soldiers wearing gas masks enter. Steve arrives and takes out several of the soldiers.

"Body armor, AR-15's. I make seven hostiles." Steve says.

Sam flies in and onto a rooftop and into the courtyard, using his wings to block gunfire. He takes out two soldiers. 

"I make five."

Wanda arrives and flies over a rooftop. Soldiers shoot at her but she blocks fire with her powers. She gains control of one soldier and lifts him up. 

"Sam." 

"Four."

Anne skates in using her powers to coat the ground in a thin layer of ice. She slides at a soldiers legs and knocks him down. Her eyes turn from a dark brown to an icy blue and her hands glow different shades of blue. She simply touches him. Since the body is 60% water the water in his body turns to ice and he dies. 

"Three."

"Rumlow's on the third floor." Sam tells Steve.

"Wanda, just like we practiced." He says turning his attention to Wanda.

"What about the gas?" Wanda asks

"Get it out."

Wanda lifts up Steve with her powers into a window he takes the soldiers out.

Anne fights another soldier but this time freezes him in an ice block, slowly freezing to death. Steve comes over the radio.

"Rumlow has a biological weapon." 

"On it." Natasha says, riding on a motorcycle.

She jumps off the motorcycle and it skids toward a soldier. She takes out soldiers through hand-to-hand combat. Rumlow comes up behind her and grabs her collar, dragging her onto an armored vehicle. She electrocutes him.

"I don't work like that no more." he says and throws her into an armored vehicle and drops a grenade. "Fire in the hole."

Natasha takes out the soldiers in the van and escapes.

"Sam. He's in an AFV heading north." Steve informs. 

Inside of the AFV Rumlow secures the weapon and hands it to a soldier. 

"Take this to the airstrip. We're not gonna outrun them. Lose the truck." He says.

The truck crashes into a nearby structure. Rumlow and the four soldiers emerge and begin to scatter.

"Where are you going to meet us?" a soldier asks

"I'm not." Rumlow replies and walks away.

Sam stands on a roof and scans the areaa with his goggles.

"I got four, they're splitting up." Sam states.

Nat rides through the crowd on a motorcycle. She abandons it and runs across the hoods of cars.

"I got the two on the left." 

 "They ditched their gear. It's a shell game now." Steve says

"One of them has the weapon." Anne says.

Someone throws a bomb at Steve's shield. Steve throws it into the air as it detonates. Rumlow comes up behind Steve and punches him. He then kicks Anne's legs out from under her. 

"There you are, you bitch. I've been waiting for this!" He says and rushes after Steve.

Anne stands up and follows him.

"He doesn't have it. I'm empty."  Sam says over the radio.

Anne catches up with Rumlow and Steve. They are still fighting, neither of the two have the upper hand. Rumlow pins Steve against a wall and a blade emerges from his gauntlet. 

"This is for dropping a building on my face." he says.

Anne runs at him and kicks him in the head, knocking his helmet off and bringing him to his knees.

He looks up at Anne and Steve, his face scarred. 

"I think I look pretty good, all things considered." 

"Who's your buyer?" Steve says grabbing him by the collar.

"You know, he knew you. You pal, your buddy, your Bucky." 

"What-" Anne breathes.

"He remembered you. I was there. He got all weepy about it. Till they put his brain back in a blender. He wanted you to know something. He said to me, 'Please tell Rogers and Taylor. When you gotta go, you gotta go.'" he says reaching for his belt. "And you're coming with me."

He activates his bomb vest Steve and Anne flinch as Rumlows armor ignites, but Wanda keeps the blast contained around Rumlow who grimaces in pain. She lifts him into the air but loses control and he hits a building. The building explodes. Wanda sees what has happened and her hand covers her mouth. 

"Oh my god." Anne breathes. 

"Sam... we need fire and rescue." Steve says horrified "South side of the building."

a/n: y'all this took 3 days to write