Armor (Winter Soldier)

[18]

They both shook their heads in chuckles, remembering the last time they did.

It felt good. And most seemingly missed.

Now, both had taken seats in the jet, waiting to arrive back at the tower.

Bucky's phone started buzzing, interrupting him and Steve from the previous, shared laughter.

The caller I.D. was unknown.

"Hello?" Bucky spoke, wondering who it was.

"Bucky!" Sam screamed, alarming him. "Please help me! I don't want to die!" Her voice cracked and he heard a man's voice, with a few bullets in the background.

"SAM!" he yelled, the line going dead.

His blue eyes were full of terror and his senses flooded with panic. He couldn't think and it was hard to process the phone call he just received.

"Bucky..." Steve gripped his shoulder, shaking him.

Millions of ways that in which Sam could die, raced through his mind, making his stomach churn with anguish.

"They've got her. EALF. The tower." Steve spoke and turned his gaze from the wall to Bucky.

All this came swarming into Bucky's mind and it clicked. Their previous mission had been a set-up.

And he couldn't have noticed this earlier.

Anger seeped through his emotional status and he stood up to go to the control room, attempting to make the jet stop.

"Bucky...hey, Bucky," Steve was getting worried and followed after him.

"She is in the tower Steve!" he said, slamming his phone on the control center table.

"Calm down, Buck. We'll stop this one."

"I can't calm down when there are innocent people in there!" Bucky yelled and started storming off to the emergency exit of the jet, still holding his machine gun.

Steve knew Sam was in there, but keeping calm and planning everything out, mattered the most right now.

Maybe not.

"Bucky!" he shouted, running through the small area of the jet and trying to reach the emergency exit.

Too late.

He saw him running towards the entrance of the tower, with a load of black SUV's parked in an unordered manner–outside.

"Damn it." Steve slammed his fist on the nearest surface. He couldn't leave the jet, he had orders from Fury to stay and command helpers to invade the building. And there wasn't one goddamned thing he could do.

Only, maybe he could.

Bucky started panting as he arrived to the entrance, but he didn't stop. That jump, back at the jet, was almost complete suicide. It was for the best, though.

The only things that were racing through his mind, were the ones of Sam.

These alarmed thoughts were those that kept him running. What kept him concentrated in what he was doing.

EALF commaders ran up to him, trying to block him from going further.

Instead, he dodged the jabs that they swung at him and mentally rolled his eyes, clearly unfazed by their failing attempts.

Swinging his metal arm towards the last guy, he caused the guy to go flying backwards with a bleeding nose.

And more came his way, which drove him even more mad. You could say that having been a trained assassin for all these years have paid off, for he almost got all of them.

He was about to go into one of the main lobbies, where Sam was in, but to no avail, nothing was there.

Sounds of shattering glass and bullets, corrupted the still atmosphere that he found himself earlier in.

Turning around, he gripped the trigger of his machine gun at a harder level. More commanders rushed inside, attempting to shoot at him, but instead he fired a couple of times–making a few men drop dead.

He hated this. To kill more people, but they weren't innocent and they had Sam in grave danger.

Five more stood in front of him and he roared, firing more shots. All were down and he had now less time to get Sam.

He didn't even want to think the horrible things that could occur to her. What EALF and their men could do.

Racing up the elevator, his talking device blared.

Steve: What the hell do you think you're doing?!

His voice sounded more worried than mad. Probably because he didn't want to lose his friend again twice.

Bucky pressed his earpiece while running to the nearest staircase.

Bucky: Doing what's right.

And with that, he enabled the device, preventing his friend from taking more of his concentration and valuable time.

Briefly, he climbed up the steps, skipping a few and taking note that Sam was in her room.

She had to be. They were just on the fifth floor, and he was unstoppable on his running.

The door swung open and to his avail, he found Sam crying with a black eye.

At the same time, he felt cold metal against the back of his neck. Goosebumps rose on his skin.

"Hold on right there, Sargent Barnes."

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I feel terrible! *covers eyes* School has been mean lately but thank you for waiting on my time-taking butt.

Love you all!

Bella ;)