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Melissa's pov
"So you like cats?", Sam sneered condescendingly. We were in an SUV with T'Challa in the front, Steve was in the middle, and Sam and I were in the very back.
"Sam.", Steve chided and I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Sam could be such a child sometimes. And so could Tony. Maybe even more so than Sam.
"What?", Sam demanded unfazed. "Dude shows up dressed like a cat and you don't wanna know more?".
I elbowed his side, "You don't talk to a king like that!", I whispered loudly.
"Who cares? It's not like he can do anything.", Sam retorted.
"He almost clawed the hell out of Bucky. You should be scared.", I replied darkly.
"Come on. It's not like he's Henry VIII.", Sam replied.
"What the hell does Henry VIII have to do with anything?", I demanded.
"Do they always argue like this?", T'Challa asked impatiently.
"Unfortunately, yes.", Steve said with a heavy sigh. He bent over some and looked out the window as the convoy heads underground.
"You should be scared.", I smirked triumphantly as I got the last word.
A few minutes later...
In a light gray walled bunker, Bucky's pod is carried away by a forklift. Nearby Steve and I get out of the SUV. I look around but my attention becomes solely focused on Bucky. I try to will him to meet my gaze, but it proves unsuccessful. We walk to Sharon and a diminutive, gray-head man.
"What's gonna happen to him?", Steve asked, glancing over at Bucky, who is being taken away.
"Same thing that ought to happen to you. Psychological evaluation and extradition.", the man said threateningly.
"This is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander.", Sharon introduced.
"What about our lawyer?", Steve did not just ask that. We are on shaky ground already. We don't need to make it any shakier.
Everett laughed, "Lawyer. That's funny. See their weapons are placed in lockup. Oh, we'll write you a receipt.".
"I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that.", Sam threatened.
On a covered skywalk...
"You'll be provided with an office instead of a cell. Now, do me a favor, stay in it?", Everett begged, annoyed.
"I don't intend on going anywhere.", T'Challa said darkly.
Nat walked up to us, "For the record, this is what making things worse looks like.".
"For the record, I didn't know you told us to not make things worse.", I mocked her with a sneer. She rolled her eyes and Steve justified, "He's alive.".
Tony walks up, on his phone, "No. Romania was not Accords-sanctioned. And, Colonel Rhodes is supervising cleanup.".
Nat said before walking away, "Try not to break anything while we fix this.".
"Consequences? You bet there'll be consequences. Obviously, you can quote me on that 'cause I just said it. Anything else? Thank you, sir.", Tony hung up and glared at us.
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Life Isn't Always Fair- The Winding Path III
Fanfiction#26 in #mcufanfiction Book 3 in 'The Winding Path' series. Melissa's life is in turmoil. Bucky is alive? But he doesn't remember her or Steve. Her thoughts are almost always focused on him, and she tries to find him but missions and saving the world...
