The Serum and The Bask Book 2 || b. barnes [ ON HOLD ]

Chapter 8- Avenging In A Way

!! TW: BLOOD AND VIOLENCE !!

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MY buildings.

MY people.

MY fault.

All the casualties and destruction pointed to me. The lives lost, all my fault. The grocery store was a front for my work. The elementary school, something so close to my heart. And my men..

I felt tears well in my eyes at the thought of the 7 of my men that were killed in the bombings.

The bombings meant to kill me.

The bombings that killed innocent kids.

A tear escaped my eye falling onto the paperwork beneath me. I reached my hand up wiping it away immediately, but another tear fell. I read through file after file that explained Agent Walker was stripped of the Captain America title and he had been running around for the government under some Walmart alias but all I could feel was the rage boiling inside of me.

The pages of words and pictures seemed to blur together. I couldn't focus as I brought my hand to my mouth to cover the small sobs beginning to escape me.

I leaned back against my chair. Tear after tear falling as I sobbed. My hand trying to keep the heart wrenching sobs from escaping. As I tried to hold it together, my body shaking as I leaned forward. My head fell into my hands as I sat hunched in my chair. The sobbing continued to rake through my body.

I sat like that for a moment. Hiding from the world behind my desk as I let my body feel the emotions I had been holding in for the past few days.

I wiped my nose, a small hiccup escaping me. I sat up in my chair and flattened out the wrinkles in my blouse, letting the moment of weakness pass almost immediately.

"Heiress, the men are ready..." Annali's voice came over the speaker from the phone on my desk.

"I'll be down in a minute," I pressed the button to end the call.

I stood up from my desk taking a deep breath as I pushed my shoulders back. My cheeks felt puffy and I knew they were rosy and covered in smeared mascara. I turned to the mirror at the wall by the office door.

My green eyes looked even brighter from the rosy wetness of my cheeks smeared with mascara. I reached up to wipe the mascara away but paused.

No one cared if I had smeared black makeup down my cheeks. They would be stupid to even mention it if they saw me.

With that in mind, I stood even taller. The mascara feeling more like war paint now as I walked out of my office.

My bare feet moved across the floor quickly, my slacks swishing against my legs.

I looked more like a psychopath than the leader of the Bask but I didn't care.

I walked down the concrete stairs, passing the empty cells, then Bucky's, eventually making it to empty room I knew Annali was in.

I threw open the door to the four concrete walls, making a room for the people inside.

Annali stood off to the side. She leaned against the wall, as her shoulders fell at the sight of me. Her cheeks were puffy and her hair was thrown up into a messy puff of brown coils. She blinked several times, before wiping away her tears, clutching her hands into fists at her sides.

Her hurt and heartbreak mirrored my emotions that I let myself feel just moments ago.

Along with Annali, in the large concrete room were 6 men kneeling, who wore dark cloth sacks over their heads. Their hands and feet bound behind them.