Amends (Sambucky)

Chapter Six

A/N:

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"We're near the crash," Sam informed, "Stay close, I'm gonna check if anyone beat us to the game."

Bucky removed his handgun and turned behind them, watching, "If they move anywhere close to your pace, we should be fine."

"And if they're anywhere near as dumb as you, they wouldn't have been able to find it," Sam countered, though his mood quickly dropped at the sight. They had been walking for at least an hour, and the moon had already begun to battle the sun for its turn in the sky, "Luckily for you, you have me, and I can find anything."

"Pretty soon, the only thing you're going to be able to find is my foot in your ass," Bucky retorted, before catching sight of a man to his left. The man was armed, but his attention wasn't on them. Bucky prided himself in finding the man first, "Armed man on your three o'clock."

Sam didn't bother to look, "He's the least of our worries right now."

Bucky lowered his gun and turned around curiously, pushing Sam a bit out of the way for a better look. The plane's flames had been entirely extinguished, though it was still completely devastated. Men in black and dark green infested the area; some with masks, some with guns, all of them searching.

"Think they're with the powerbroker?" Sam questioned, but Bucky continued to study the field, "Hello?"

He noted how their weren't any drag marks nor footprints, no talking nor glances at each other, only the occasional look towards the forestry around them. Like they were looking for something.

"I think we gotta move," Bucky readjusted his grip on the gun and made sure it was loaded, "Now."

"I hope you mean move in," Sam spoke.

"Move out. We're surrounded, and we've gotta go before they notice us," Bucky explained, beginning to leave, "I can hear them."

Sam didn't know much about the serum, let alone the one Hydra gave Bucky, but he knew his mission. Sam lowered his voice to a whisper, "If we're already surrounded, wouldn't it make sense to just grab the hostages?"

"The 'hostages' you're talking about are Sharon and that pilot, who are both most likely dead."

Sam ignored him, and instead, continued around in the disguise that the trees provided him to get closer to where the front of the plane ended up.

"Sam!"

Bucky begrudgingly followed, which prompted Sam to explain.

"If they are dead, then why are all these creeps here? Clearly they want something, and we can't let them have it," Sam informed as he pulled out his phone to check on redwing's status, which was not in range to help yet, "They might want Sharon and the pilot, and if that's the case, then they're still alive."

"Sam, now is not the time. Even if you're right, us barging in unprepared won't fix anything. You've been favoring your left leg the whole way here; you haven't slept; and you have nothing to fight with. I'm strong, but not strong enough to take them all down, and drag you back after they kick your ass," Bucky's tone of voice changed, almost matching Sam's from earlier. He wasn't going to budge.

"Fine," Sam caved, "We camp here 'til morning."

Bucky raised his eyebrows as he watched Sam sit down, "Here?"